Mixed Miners

So at the invitation of Fang Hongji, Yang Ling and the three women had to follow him to a tea house across the street.

The teahouse is a three-story building with all-wood structure and antique decoration. It plays a touch of guzheng music. Several people find a table on the second floor by the window. Although it is a hot day, there is no teahouse. Air conditioning, but it still feels very cool.

Drinking tea, sitting on the edge of the window, watching the antique street below, the crowds are like weaving, the streets are full of dazzling arrays, a bustling and bustling scene, the three women apparently have never come to this place, it is very novel, Squeeze together and look out the window to see the excitement.

Fang Hongji stared at the three women and looked at them. He said to Yang Ling’s envy: "You are a child, you are alive and well. You look at your brother now, you are ten years older than you, and your head is wrinkled. It’s urgent..."

Yang Ling said silently: "Are you a bad kidney? If you are in a hurry, if you have a bad business, you can go out to travel. Can a big living person still let the urine die?"

"唉~"

Fang Hongji sighed, he felt that Yang Ling and the two of them couldn’t really talk about it, but if you think about it, the two are not the same kind of people.

There was a sudden embarrassment from the upstairs, and many wooden footsteps continued to come. When a middle-aged man came downstairs, Fang Hongji quickly stopped him.

"Old Feng, is upstairs, so many people?"

"Hey, Fang always came, go up and watch the fun!" The middle-aged people came over and said hello.

"What kind of excitement is so hot? You have to step down in this teahouse!" Fang Hongji asked curiously.

"I heard that it is a cool bead, it is an old thing, the pool president is also on the top, you have to go up and see, I will go get some things!" Lao Feng said, he hurried down the stairs.

Fang Hongji showed a hint of excitement on his face and stood up and said, "Go, let's go and see!"

Yang Ling looked at the table, and his face was pumped a few times. He found that the three women had not had a cup of tea yet. They lined up in a row and squatted on the window. They looked at the neat three hips/hips and couldn’t help themselves. There is an impulse to go up and take a picture.

Several people climbed up to the third floor and watched the center of the tea house surrounded by more than a dozen people. Some of them shook the folding fan, some held the hand string, and some played jade, and they stretched their necks and looked inside.

The three women asked what was cool beads, and Yang Ling was also very curious.

He is an archaeologist from the class, but he has never heard of such a thing.

"Kig, what is the cool pearl?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

Fang Hongji squinted into the inside and looked back and said: "If it is really cool beads, it is a kind of unfortunate thing. I just listened to the master with a premise. This kind of beads are produced in the South China Sea. Very deep in the body of a shell, wearing a cool and cool effect on the body, it is amazing!"

Yang Ling feels like his own guess, mainly because the name of Qingliangzhu is too vivid, but this also evokes his interest. Such a magical thing, he never heard of it, he swept it with God. Found that the old man in the pool is also inside, standing next to a man in his thirties, Yang Ling also seen, is the youngest son of Chi Benchang, the last time for a half bottle of real water was also smashed by the pool old man.

So the two people played the fine tradition that the Chinese always watched the excitement and began to push harder.

"Hey, which melon? I stepped on my foot!"

"Don't squeeze, squeeze, and squeeze eggs."

"Oh, it turned out to be Fang Zong, let's talk about the rules. Isn't your Ming Yuxuan's signboard bigger than the signature of my Jincui House?"

......

"Sorry...sorry..." Fang Hongji apologized for his constant forehead. The result was that Yang Ling was pushed to the middle of the circle as soon as Yang Ling was used as a shield. When he stopped, he still felt a little unrequited. Come.

There were three people sitting next to the tea table. A black-skinned old man, about sixty years old, was not very good. He was drinking tea. He was sitting next to an old man wearing a gray-white Chinese short. Hey, looking at an old wooden box with a magnifying glass, and the president of the Provincial Collection Association, Chi Benchang, is still fat, sitting face to face with a ruddy face, holding a dark blue black thumb in his hand. Beads are carefully observed.

The crowd was so crowded that the three old men could not frown. Chi Benchang looked up and saw Fang Hongji rushing in and apologizing to the people around him. He suddenly squinted and said, "It’s so big, how do you still monkey? Jumping the horse..." But after he hadn't finished talking, he saw Yang Ling, who was heading out from Fang Hongji, and suddenly he almost threw the beads in his hand and stood up and reached out.

"Yang Da... Hey! Xiao Yang is coming, sit and sit!" Chi Benchang looked at Yang Lingchong and took a few eyes, and suddenly understood.

Fang Hongji didn’t turn a little bit. He was surprised that this fat old man had eaten chickens today. How to change his attitude so fast, when he was happy to sit down, he didn’t expect the old man in the pool to have a brain On his head, "Stand up next to the roll!"

Fang Hongji’s tears are coming down, so I have to stand up and Ikei’s youngest son, Chi Yuqiang, and feel the coldness of a bag of non-stop squeaking on the forehead.

Although he is very unconvinced in his heart, but for this fat old man, he is not tempered with a little temper, Chi Laotou and his master Ouyang Qingping grew up together, love brothers, meet are shouting uncle, every It’s a bad year to go through the holidays, so it’s just like eating a meal when you eat a brain.

Yang Ling did not politely wait for the golden knife to sit down on the chair.

"Go to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to give you a drink of Yang Shushu!" Chi Benchang turned to the younger son.

"吭哧~"

Yang Ling’s eyes were black and almost slammed into the table.

The people around him were obviously smothered by Chi Benchang’s move. The young man was only about 20 years old and had already risen to the same class.

Chi Yuqiang's cheeks pumped a few black faces to pour tea.

He has a deep disappointment for Yang Ling. Last time, because of this guy who was a dog, he didn’t know what baby was cheated from the old man with a half bottle of mineral water. He even took a dog stick with himself. If it wasn’t for Fang Hongji’s arrest at the time, it’s estimated that it would really be played by the father.

"Xiao Yang, can you help me see if this thing is really cool?"

Chi Benchang handed the beads in the handle of the hand to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling wants to cry and tears and touches his chin. He stayed for 45 minutes and looked at the sky for a long while. He turned back and shook his head. "I will not know this thing!" (To be continued.)