In just a few months, Da Jinya ruined Yiyuanzhai's reputation.
Not only did the brothers become rats crossing the street, everyone wanted to beat them.
If this matter had not been brought to my shoulders, I would have been so impressed that I would have called him big brother with all my heart.
Most people would not be able to deal with such a big commotion even if they wanted to.
I looked at Lin Kui and said, "We are going back to Nanjing this time just to find out what happened and to clear up this unfair injustice.
If Brother Lin knows something inside, you might as well tell him."
He waved his hand and said that the inside story is not true.
Believe it or not, he also came back after listening to it from outside.
After finishing speaking, he organized his thoughts and said to us slowly: "This matter must start from the Antiques Festival two years ago."
I know about the Confucius Temple Antiques Festival.
Since the scenic area was renovated, the government has been putting a lot of effort into attracting investment in the Confucius Temple scenic area.
The Antique Festival is one of the gimmicks.
Every year in the first month of the year, the Confucius Temple Antique Festival is held for a week.
With Jinling’s local special snacks and folk crafts, the annual Antique Festival is very impressive.
You must know that the number of antique shops in Confucius Temple is over a hundred if not thousands.
For such a big festival, there are thousands of tourists.
Who would not want to take this opportunity to sell out the old goods on hand.
I vaguely remember that there seemed to be a batch of damaged fakes in the store.
Could it be that the problem lies here?
Even if Da Jinya takes the opportunity to make a big profit, it will not lead to the closure of the store and a wanted order. dragon.
Lin Kui couldn't say much about the specific situation.
I just heard a casual conversation from a friend who practices a stall in Chaotian Palace, saying that a group of Xinjiang guys with unknown origins once appeared at the Antiques Festival.
They sounded very arrogant, saying that the goods in their hands were rare objects found from the sky.
Only big experts who can afford the price will be redeemed.
What kind of place is the Confucius Temple?
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers gather heroes and heroes.
There is no story behind any banner.
At first glance, many people couldn't help but laugh at the other party's harsh tone.
A few mischievous people even made sarcastic remarks and told Xinjiang people to take out their things and walk them around.
I didn't want those idiots to ignore everyone present, and it wasn't until the guy from Yiyuanzhai from the Bawang Store came to invite me that I moved my butt and entered the Lingxing Gate.
As for what happened after that, and whether he made a deal with Yiyuanzhai, it is naturally unknown to outsiders.
When Dr.
Lin said this, he paused.
Shiry Yang frowned and said: "Is there something wrong with the goods of these people from Xinjiang?"
The fat man slapped his leg: "I know that this brat Da Jinya is unreliable, an old money man who only sees money.
I'll catch him later.
You must copy out all his dirty money."
I recalled the content on the radio, and it seemed that it was indeed related to the smuggling of cultural relics.
Listening to Dr.
Lin's words again, it seems that the big gold-toothed thief who can't run away is so courageous that he got into such trouble by accepting things from unknown sources.
Fortunately, he was smart and knew how to get out in time.
It was just a pain for a few of us who didn't know the truth.
We were confused and became the scapegoat, and were chased all over Nanjing.
The old lady of the Lin family was a generous person and did not ask us for details.
She only said that the people in the thatched cottage came forward to find the big gold tooth and asked us to stay in peace first.
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He also ordered his servants to inform each family, saying that it was a false alarm and that he was not a guest from the capital, and told them not to run to the thatched cottage, and then arranged for a few of us to rest in the guest room.
After a long night of hard work, all the muscles and bones in my body had long since fallen apart, and I couldn't care less about face or shame.
After thanking the old lady in the hall, I went into the guest room and fell asleep.
It was a very sweet sleep, and when I woke up I still couldn't tell where I was.
As soon as I got up, I felt strange pain in my arms and waist, as if I had run on a long march of 25,000 miles, and I almost fell off the wooden bed.
I stood up and reacted for a while before I remembered the series of twists and turns of opportunities last night.
Seeing that the sun was getting late, I dug out a pair of clean clothes from my bag, ready to put them on and go out for a look.
At this time, someone suddenly called at the door of the room: "Master Hu, wake up.
There is news from the eldest lady.
Please come over."
As soon as I heard it was Asong's voice, I quickly threw my coat around, opened the door and asked, "What?
It's the news about Da Jinya."
Ah Song was still wearing a black coat today.
When he spoke, his eyes narrowed like a big loach: "Isn't that true?
Last night, as soon as we lay down, the eldest lady sent some of us to run errands."
Let’s go out to find out the news.
Hehe, in this land of Jinling City, let alone a living person with a name, we can even dig out a corpse that has been buried in a coffin.”
I saw that although he was smiling all over his face, his skin was dark and his trouser legs were stained with mud.
I knew he must have worked hard all night, so I quickly thanked him.
Asong smiled and said: "Oh, we are all our own people.
We will still have someone to rely on in the future."
After that, he pointed to the front hall, "The others are waiting for you to have breakfast in front.
Mr.
Hu, please go quickly.
Water."
Ximen’s salted duck with millet porridge is first-rate. ” As soon as I entered the front hall, I saw that the room was filled with hot air, and the four hollow copper stoves were filled with red charcoal residue.
Shiry Yang changed into a silk flower jacket common in the south, and sat around the Eight Immortals table with Fatty and Qin Siyan.
The fat man had a whole duck leg in his mouth.
When he saw me coming, he shouted: "Why did you get up just now?
The porridge is already cold.
I'll wait for you to grow up.
Come and try this big fat duck."
Halfway through the words, the duck The leg almost fell off, so he quickly caught it with his hands and sucked it down to the bone.
I said, "The way you eat is so deceptive.
It's like a black bear swallowing yams.
You swallowed all the good stuff in one mouthful.
How can you taste it?
You just waste food."
"Hey, Old Hu, why did you come up with half a basket full of nonsense in just one night, and you specifically targeted your own people?
You're a thief like a landlord's son."
"Okay, okay, let's all calm down early in the morning."
Shiry Yang moved the chair and said, "The old lady of the Lin family is waiting inside.
There is probably news from Da Jinya.
You eat your food, and we will be there soon." past."
Qin Siyan sat aside, with a small mouthful of white porridge left in the bowl.
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He held the newspaper in his hand and his brows never relaxed.
I asked him if our glorious deeds had been reported.
He pushed up his glasses and said, "There's no need to ask.
It's written in black and white, and it's a whole page long.
It even revealed that you touched sweet potatoes in other people's fields when you were a soldier.
Shopkeeper, I don't think I can stay in Nanjing any longer.
It’s important to seize the time and get things done in Yunnan.”
He said and handed the newspaper over.
When I saw the big headlines on the page, I almost spat out the hot porridge in my mouth.
The fat man came over to take a look, slapped his legs and said: "Damn it, this is slander.
I'll burn down their newspaper office for such a naked slander.
Whoever's whole village is colluding with the enemy and bandits, who's ancestors are landlords and rich, damn, which grandson wrote this?"
His whole family is a bitch.”
I comforted him by saying that everything was media opinion and reporters were just making a living out of their imaginations.
But I feel uncomfortable at the bottom of my heart.
After all, I am a person who has served the country and fired a gun.
He made such a fuss for no reason.
If it weren’t for the fear of worrying everyone in front of everyone, I would have cried.
When I first entered the industry, I wasn't afraid of anything happening at all, I just thought I had a scar as big as a bowl on my head, but now the soft knife full of paper hurts really hard when I stab it.
I don’t know if the two elders in my family also saw it.
My father is so hard-boned.
If he knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would hunt for me all over the socialist country.
A good breakfast was spoiled to the point of losing all interest.
I took a few hasty bites and went straight to Mrs.
Lin's house.
The most important thing at the moment is to find the big golden tooth and understand the cause and effect of the matter.
Even if he is a ghost, he cannot be a ghost.
As soon as I stepped out of the flower hall door, Mrs.
Lin's voice came up from a distance, and her accent sounded like Peking Opera.
The fat man asked me which play it was, and I said it didn't look like a model play anyway.
The lyrics were probably pornographic excerpts like "Lao Lai Qiao Si Dong Lang" or something like that.
Siyan coughed: "I heard Mr.
Xue practice this part, Farewell My Concubine."
I said "Oh", thinking that I was not serious after all.
At this time, Lin Kui poked his head from upstairs holding his big tabby cat.
Shiry Yang waved to him.
He smiled and said: "Grandma is practicing her voice in Yaolu.
Let's go together."
Only then did I realize that Mrs.
Lin was not in the house, and my trip was almost in vain.
The Lin Family Cottage seems to have an unobstructed view of the front and back houses, but if you really want to be inside, it will take a lot of effort to walk around.
The entire house is separated by screens of flowers, grass, mountains and rocks, making it dazzling.
Guang's eyes slowly started to blur as he followed Dr.
Lin.
The fat man always murmurs that flowers and plants are things made by women.
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I told him that he must not underestimate the layout of the Lin family cottage.
This place is very particular.
If it weren't for an acquaintance to lead the way, most people would definitely be trapped and die.
The fat man said you are trying to deceive me again.
When I heard it, it was a storyteller I learned from Lao Huang at the entrance of the village.
Is there really such a thing as the Bagua array in the storybook?
If it is not true, then Lao Kong has been dead for a while, who would still use it?
I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember that Confucius had any involvement with the Three Kingdoms, so I asked him who was the old Confucius.
The fat man made an astonishing statement: "You are uneducated, Lao Kong, Wolong Kong Ming":