Chapter 920 Uncle Fu is a Cheng family member who knows how to do things
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The old craftsman looked at Cheng Chubi with a frightened face, and then at his shopkeeper.
Seeing the old craftsman's expression, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but wonder.
"I said, old man, what's your expression?"
"It's just that you didn't hear Mr. Cheng's question? Tell me quickly..."
The old craftsman glanced at the two followers standing behind Mr. Cheng and the door god, wiped the smelly sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile.
"I just think that the handwriting carved on the back is very exquisite. The person who wants to write the book must...must be a master..."
When Cheng Chubi heard this, he couldn't help but sighed with some regret.
"Nonsense, I'm not a master, why should I ask you to customize exactly the same one for me?"
Next, the old craftsman began to carefully stare at the turtle that had farted, and asked someone to fetch a large basin of wet mud.
He began to carefully look at the appearance of the turtle next to him, and then started pinching it.
Seeing this pile of wet mud, the outline gradually appeared under the deft hands of the old craftsman.
I could see Cheng Chubi in high spirits and clicking his tongue. As expected, masters are among the people, so these words are definitely not bragging.
The yellowish-brown wet mud, in the hands of the old craftsman, gradually changed from its initial outline to look like that ugh fart spirit turtle.
In addition, he heard Cheng Chubi's words to make people feel that the bronze turtle is alive.
Then he let the turtle's head poke out slightly, as if the turtle was stretching its head out of the water and breathing cautiously.
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but give high fives and praise.
"Okay, this is a good thing. Old man, your turtle's head is really alive?"
The old craftsman could only smile flatteringly, and continued to move his hands, tracing the nail lines on the turtle's back.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir. I rely on my craftsmanship to make a living. Without this craftsmanship, where would I find food?"
Finally, the old craftsman found ink and tribute paper and rubbed the writing on the turtle's back.
After finishing this side, the old craftsman called for help and carefully carried the carved clay turtle in.
After a while of communication with the craftsman, the shopkeeper gave the time and of course the price.
Cheng Chubi stood up with satisfaction, without even negotiating with the shopkeeper, he directly took out the sufficient reward and put it on the table.
"Three days, right? OK, after three days, Cheng will come to pick it up in person. All you have to do is make it exactly the same for me."
Cheng Chubi felt that the old craftsman's craftsmanship was so good that he decided to order two. Of course, one of them would be thrown directly into the lotus pond of Xuandu Temple.
As for the other one, it will be placed together with the remains of the dead turtle, which can be regarded as giving it a bronze body.
Hmm... It's not impossible to make it a gold body, but it's okay to make it pure gold. At most, it can be painted with a layer of gold powder or affixed with gold foil.
"Cheng Ji, put it away quickly, don't let anyone look at it."
"Okay, Third Young Master."
Cheng Ji agreed and quickly packed up the dead turtle again, and the master and servant left the iron shop.
The shopkeeper had been eager to send the generous Mr. Cheng away and turned his head.
Then I saw the old craftsman who had just shown his strength, approaching the door of the shop with a sneaky look and looking out.
"I said Master Gu, what are you doing?"
"My boss, my boss... I feel a little unhappy, that turtle..."
"What's wrong with that turtle? Isn't it just a dead turtle?"
The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at the fussy old master and walked into the shop.
"This dead turtle seems to be the spirit turtle in Xuandu Temple..."
"The turtle from Xuandu Temple?!" The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly bulged. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure about this, but no matter how I look at it, it seems that a few days ago, my grandson was born safely, so I went to Xuandu Temple to fulfill my wish."
"Then I saw the turtle basking in the sun on the shore in the lotus pond, not afraid of life at all. The old man took a closer look curiously.
I also heard the pilgrims talk about the origin of this turtle..."
The shopkeeper's face couldn't help but become a little nervous, he rubbed his hands and rolled his eyes.
"No, no, let's do this. You go to Xuandu with me to have a look.
If it is true that the spirit turtle of Xuandu Temple was stolen, we would just report it to the Taoist priests of Xuandu Temple."
"Shall we go now?"
"Yes, let's go now." The shopkeeper asked the shop assistant to take a look at the store, and he and the old craftsman left the shop in a hurry.
He walked quickly in the direction of Chongye Square. No matter what, it was just that he was not a turtle from Xuandu Temple.
If he is the spirit turtle of Xuandu Temple, he has done some meritorious deeds.
Could it be that the three masters and servants were so tall and tall just now that the young master was the more handsome one?
The two followers behind him looked ferocious and definitely not kind.
Thinking of this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but walk three points faster.
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When Cheng Chubi returned to the mansion, he saw the housekeeper, Uncle Fu, panting and chasing his three naughty brothers as they passed by.
He quickly called Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, and after the two of them entered the front hall, Cheng Chubi placed the death turtle that had been taken from Cheng Ji on the crime table.
He started asking the housekeeper, Uncle Fu, very seriously how he got this turtle.
Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, looked at the spirit turtle that had completely lost its life and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. His expression changed when he looked at his third son.
This turtle must be a hundred years old anyway, and it has only been in the hands of the master for a few days before it is useless.
This made Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, couldn't help but think of the tragic situation that Master 123 had when he was a child, and his eyes turned red.
"???" Cheng Chubi looked at the housekeeper Fu Shu, whose eyes suddenly turned red, with a confused look on his face, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Uncle Fu, I just want to ask you how you got this turtle. I don't mean anything else..."
Uncle Fu sniffed and told Cheng Chubi that it was actually nothing. He just heard that the Third Young Master wanted to collect spiritual turtles with spiritual energy.
So he personally led a group of fat and strong servants of the Cheng family to visit various Buddhist and Taoist temples in Chang'an City.
"After all, if you want to have spiritual turtles, you can only find them in Buddhist and Taoist temples."
"After all, the animals in those places listen to the monks chanting mantras and scriptures all day long.
Over the years, it must be easy to accumulate spirituality, right?”
After hearing Uncle Fu's words, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
"As expected of Uncle Fu, his analysis is very reasonable, indeed."
I have to admit that Uncle Fu is a Cheng family member who knows how to do things.