Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan was playing with his children at home when an old man suddenly came to visit. It turned out that this old man turned out to be his master Huang Shigong...
Hua Yuexin smiled slightly and bowed to Huang Shigong again: "Master, you are too polite."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and stepped forward: "Master, sit in the room, hehe!"
Huang Shigong rolled his eyes at Ma Xiaoquan, snorted softly, flicked his sleeves, and entered the house first.
Ma Xiaoquan pouted angrily at Hua Yuexin and Mao Gang, and motioned for them to follow him. The two understood and followed Ma Xiaoquan into the main hall together.
Before we even sat down, the servants had already prepared some fine tea.
"Master, please sit down!" Ma Xiaoquan said respectfully.
"Yes." Huang Shigong nodded, sat down slowly, picked up the fragrant tea on the table, took a sip, and said: "Quan'er, is there always a person named Lu Xian bothering you recently?
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Ma Xiaoquan's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Not only recently, that stinky boy Lu Xian has annoyed me... Oh no, he has been annoying me for a long time, hehe... Master, are you there?"
Where is that guy’s whereabouts?”
Huang Shigong rolled his eyes at Ma Xiaoquan: "Oh, I can't do anything anymore. I'm here to find the master. What were you doing?"
Ma Xiaoquan cried out that he was wronged: "Master, you are an elusive old man with no fixed abode. Where can I find you..."
Ling'er interjected from the side: "Master, my husband really looked for you, but he just couldn't find you..."
Hua Yuexin nodded: "Yes, Master, although I have never looked for you, my husband met an old man named Zuo Ci a few years ago..."
"Oh?" Mr. Huang Shi raised his eyebrows: "You mean Zuo Ci? That old guy?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly. Zuo Ci was definitely not older than Master Huang Shigong in history. Why did Master call Zuo Ci an old guy?
"Master, Zuo Ci...er, Zuo Ci is your junior brother, right?"
Huang Shigong nodded: "Yes, but this old guy is lustful and good at Fangzhongshu. By the way, Quan'er, did he show you anything when he met you?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Yes, what kind of virgin's menstrual blood... Oh, by the way, I also gave my disciple a piece of jade, a piece of imperial green glass, and I made it into a jade pendant...
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"You bastard!" Huang Shigong gritted his teeth and cursed, "That jade is mine. Old guy Zuo Ci stole my things as gifts. I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
"Ah?" Ma Xiaoquan said in surprise, "Master, you said that jade is yours?"
"Nonsense, that piece of jade, uh, let's call it a stone. After all, it hasn't been carved or polished yet... That stone was a tribute from foreign countries during the Jing Emperor period... Later, He Jin's men took it out.
...and then... finally I got it..."
Huang Shigong described the turning process of jade, but Ma Xiaoquan was beating a drum in his heart.
You must know that although there were jade in ancient China, they were all nephrite. The glass imperial green belongs to the jadeite variety, while jade jade is only found in Myanmar. The country of Myanmar did not exist at all at the end of the Han Dynasty, let alone jade.
I guess even if there are, they are extremely rare, and the one I took out is glass imperial green...
Ma Xiaoquan was very puzzled and asked: "Master, do we, the whole country, not produce that kind of glass imperial green jade?"
Huang Shigong nodded: "Yes, we mostly have white jade and green jade is rare, but that doesn't mean there is none."
"That's impossible, there are too few glass species..."
"Idiot, does it mean that the jade from Fan Bang must also belong to them?"
When Huang Shigong said this, Ma Xiaoquan reacted.
Yes, since ancient times, there have been many small foreign countries around mainland China. In these countries, you fight me today, and I surrender to you tomorrow. It is very chaotic, so the transfer of treasures is not impossible.
"Oh" Ma Xiaoquan said loudly, then changed the subject and asked, "Master, what did you just say about Mr. Lu..."
Huang Shigong said: "Mr. Lu, oh, I met that boy once as my teacher. He looks better than you!"
"Better than me?" Ma Xiaoquan was unconvinced. What's the look in his eyes? Mr. Ma, my pointed chin is a standard handsome face in modern society. Damn, Lu Xian's Fang Guozi face is actually better than mine?
Huang Shigong nodded: "You don't look heroic at all with your sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Look at Mr. Lu's square face, how nice it is..."
Huang Shigong said, Hua Yuexin and Ling'er beside Ma Xiaoquan burst into laughter. As for his disciple Sun Maogang, who was not qualified to sit next to him, he hurriedly touched his chin to see if it was square or square.
Pointed.
"Laughing!" Ma Xiaoquan said in a confused voice.
Huang Shigong laughed and waved his hand: "Okay, I am also passing by Yecheng, so I stopped by to see you. Well, I feel relieved to see that you are well."
"Master, aren't you talking about Mr. Lu? He..."
Huang Shigong waved his hand: "You come to me tonight, I have something to tell you."
Ma Xiaoquan's eyes lit up and he agreed.
At night, Ma Xiaoquan wanted to host a banquet in honor of his master, Huang Shigong. When Huang Shigong found out, he cursed him, but Ma Xiaoquan had no choice but to simply order his servants to cook a few side dishes, and he personally brought the side dishes and refreshments to the bedroom where his master lived.
As soon as I reached the door, Master's voice came from inside the house: "Come in!"
Ma Xiaoquan held the tray with one hand and gently pushed open the door with the other hand.
Inside the house, Master Huang Shigong held a pair of bamboo slips and looked at it through the dim oil lamp. When he saw Ma Xiaoquan entering the house, he did not get up and just nodded lightly.
Ma Xiaoquan carefully placed the food and refreshments on the table beside him, bowed respectfully to Huang Shigong and said: "Master, I brought you some refreshments and side dishes."
"Well!" Huang Shigong shared the bamboo slips, raised his head, glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, and said, "Quan'er, come and sit down!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and sat down opposite Huang Shigong respectfully.
"Quan'er, how long have you been my disciple?"
Ma Xiaoquan said without thinking: "It has been almost twenty years since the master sent his disciple a letter of filial piety in 194 AD, the first year of Xingping."
"Well, that's good. You kid still remembers it. Did you read the book of filial piety?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Yes, I read it whenever I have time. I have almost memorized it now."
"Oh?" Mr. Huang Shi raised his eyebrows, "Did you memorize it? Not bad, but do you have any insights?"
Ma Xiaoquan thought for a moment and said: "I have a lot of insights, but master and disciple can't understand one sentence..."
Huang Shigong smiled and said: "Are you talking about the four lives of reincarnation and four lives of enlightenment, the four lives of cause and effect, the four lives of love, the four lives of fate, the four lives of calamities, and the four lives of a thousand years of love?"
Ma Xiaoquan replied: "Yes, I don't understand this sentence at all? Master, can you give me an answer?"
Huang Shigong shook his head: "Quan'er, you need to experience and understand this by yourself. When the time is right, you will naturally understand."
"The right time? How long is it?"
Huang Shigong smiled and said: "How long? How long seems to have no meaning to you, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan scratched his scalp and chuckled.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Come over here. I want to ask you something..."
"Oh!" Ma Xiaoquan raised his buttocks and moved the stool a little towards the master.
Huang Shigong said: "I've heard about Mr. Lu, and I've also heard about the thing you're looking for as a teacher. Why, do you have to do it?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Yes!"
"Can you tell me why?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "To be honest, Master, I am not from this era. Well, can you understand the meaning of the era?"
Huang Shigong said humbly: "Master, I understand, what you mean is that you are not this at all... well, a citizen of this big Han, you come from a place far, far away...
Master, do you think this is your understanding?"
"Yeah!" Ma Xiaoquan nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, Master, the solar recorder in Lu Xian's hand belongs to my era, not this era. I have been here for more than 20 years since the sixth year of Zhongping.
To get that thing back."
"Then can you tell me, Master, what is that thing used for?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "To put it simply, it is just a collection device."
"Collection equipment?"
"Ah, let me put it this way, this device is like a pen and a piece of paper, used to record stories."
Huang Shigong understood Ma Xiaoquan's superficial explanation and continued to ask: "Then what kind of solar recorder do you want?"
