Chapter 919 Such a good treasure fell into the hands of their old Cheng family
Chapter 919 Such a good treasure fell into the hands of their old Cheng family (please subscribe and vote)
Yes, it doesn't matter to us whether it's done or not, we can just sit back and watch the show.
Cheng Chubi was very motivated, not for anything else but for me to be able to secure my salary safely, and to avoid causing any trouble.
"Brother Chu Bi, what should I do with these two spirit turtles?" Li Ke pointed at the remains of the two spirit turtles and asked Cheng Chubi.
Cheng Chubi looked at the two unlucky guys who could have lived a long life.
"Sigh... If they weren't poisoned by heavy metals, they would be very nutritious and fragrant and good ingredients for making soup. It's a pity..."
"However, it would be even more of a pity if such a good turtle shell was wasted."
Cheng Chubi stroked the shell of the err fart turtle with his fingers and couldn't help but confirm it towards Li Ke.
"Is this really the handwriting of the former Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty?"
Li Ke nodded matter-of-factly. "This is natural. My father told me this himself."
"Does that mean this is the calligraphy treasure of the former Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty?"
Cheng Chubi's eyes suddenly lit up, and his big hand gently touched the indentations on the turtle's back.
It was as if he had traveled through decades and returned to the reign of Emperor Kaihuang of the Sui Dynasty, as if he saw Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, whose name he had only heard of but never met again, standing by the lotus pond.
Pointing to the turtle in the lotus pond, he smiled lightly at his wife, Queen Dugu.
Then I personally took up the pen and wrote a passage from the "Tao Te Ching", and then amidst a burst of elegant and ancient music as white as snow in spring.
An old craftsman with gray hair and beard carefully carved the handwriting of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty on the back of the turtle.
And this turtle must have been lying there calmly, calmly, dignifiedly and quietly.
Until, until decades later, a fat servant of the Cheng family jumped into the lotus pond with a malicious smile and took it out of the pond...
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Such a bizarre experience could definitely fill an entire issue of National Treasure Story.
Fang Jun nervously nudged Li Ke beside him with his elbow and asked.
"Brother Chu Bi, what's wrong? He's holding a dead turtle and smiling so furtively."
Li Ke looked at the turtle covered with sutra traces with reluctance, and sighed helplessly.
"Does this need to be said? When such a good treasure falls into the hands of the old Cheng family, it will naturally become a good treasure of their old Cheng family."
"Brother, do you want it too?"
Li Ke glanced at Fang Jundao unhappily.
"Nonsense, the tortoise shell will remain incorruptible even if it has been left for thousands of years, not to mention the handwriting of the founding emperor of the previous dynasty on it."
"It's a pity that it fell into the hands of Brother Chubi."
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Cheng Chubi picked up the turtle with writing on its back, thought about it, pointed at the other turtle with a strange swastika carved on its back and asked the two wise brothers.
"If you want this one, it's yours. If you don't want it, I'll take it all away."
Well, if it weren't for these two brothers who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper, or if something went wrong.
An extra support would save him the pain of physical pain. Cheng Chubi wished he could carry both turtles away.
"Yes, why not?" Li Ke gritted his teeth and took another turtle with a swastika carved on its back in his hand.
Looking at the swastika symbol on the turtle's back, I didn't know where the Cheng family got this turtle, but it was definitely not an ordinary creature.
After all, the turtle is a mascot, even if there is only a shell left, it is still a mascot. One day I will find out from Brother Chu Bi where this swastika turtle came from.
When the time comes, I will also record it on my treasure list and write down its origin.
Of course, the ending of how it met its violent death must also be written down. After all, it was Brother Chu Bi who did it, and his dark history should also be recorded.
Unknowingly, Li Ke also began to know how to write a treasure diary. Tsk tsk...
Cheng Chubi quickly went to find an ironware shop and saw this tall and handsome young man with gorgeous clothes and extraordinary bearing walking into the shop.
Behind the buttocks were two fat and strong men. The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was filled with a warm and hospitable smile.
"This noble young master has invited me. I wonder what this noble young master needs?"
"I see it says on the outside of your shop that you can customize utensils, right? Can you customize copperware..."
"Here, this young master, please sit down first. Someone comes and serves you good tea quickly. I don't know your surname..."
"My surname is Cheng." Cheng Chubi, as the moral role model of the old Cheng family, naturally would not face strangers with a straight face all day long.
While others may be nice and angry, Cheng Chubi naturally appears to be very friendly and kind.
Seeing how approachable Mr. Cheng was, the shopkeeper said with a flattering smile.
"Of course it's possible to customize copperware, but I don't know what kind of utensils you want to customize.
In the shop, you can customize basins, lamps, and various utensils."
"Even the bronzes from the Qin and Han dynasties can be found in Bipu..."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi immediately became happy. He did not expect that the business scope of this store was broad enough.
But yes, the bronze vessels from the Qin and Han Dynasties are very exquisite in shape, and some people must like to display these things to decorate their appearance.
"No need for these, Cheng Ji, show this shopkeeper something." Cheng Chubi tilted his head and said.
The shopkeeper saw the fat and muscular servant put a heavy burden on his back on the table and reached out to lift a turtle's head from inside.
A dead turtle with its belly turned upside down appeared under the eyes of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper looked at the noble young man in front of him with a confused face. After a long time, he stretched out his finger and poked it.
"M-Gong...Sir, do you want me to imitate a dead turtle?"
"???" Cheng Chubi almost sprayed the tea in the shopkeeper's face. What a damn imitation of a dead turtle. Am I that kind of person?
"Shao Te Niang's nonsense, I asked you to follow its appearance, as if it were a bronze turtle that looks like a living thing.
Moreover, the color, body shape, and even the words on the back of the turtle must be exactly the same, is that clear?"
The shopkeeper saw the tall and heroic young man's eyes as wide as copper pins.
There were also two followers behind him who were frequently showing murderous intent. Their legs went weak and they almost knelt on the ground, so they quickly bowed.
"Yes, yes, it's the villain who deserves to be talked nonsense. I hope you won't blame me. Can you please let the villain invite the best craftsmen in our shop to take a good look at it..."
"Well, look, be careful not to break it. I want to keep this thing for my collection."
"Don't worry, sir, I will be careful and I won't damage it."
The shopkeeper answered with sweat all over his forehead.
After a while, a craftsman with gray hair and beard followed the shopkeeper to the turtle.
Anyway, after carefully looking at it for a long time, I turned the dead turtle over.
When he saw the passage of the Tao Te Ching on the back of the turtle, the craftsman suddenly took a breath of cold air.