The Best Small Farm

The farce in front of him, Li Han, could only smile wryly, but he promised to deliver some of the remaining tea leaves in the manor, and finally escaped by himself in two days.

"This tea is so good, it's also a worry." Li Han couldn't laugh or cry, he was going to work in the space again tonight, the tea picker, thinking about picking tea and coffee beans by himself, he was about to become a professional.

"He's a good kid." Guo Zhen patted Li Han on the shoulder and said.

Li Tai next to him had a sullen expression on his face. "That is, the child of our old Li's family, that is not a good boy."

Li Han was helpless, not to mention that Li Tai really had something to do with Anxi Li's family, after all, he might really be Li Han's elder.

"Okay, you old and disrespectful people, the children are not here to talk to you." Zong Hai said. "Little Han, have you brought the painting?"

"Oh, here are the three pictures." Li Han said, ignoring Zong Ziqi, who was winking at the side, and this girl ran over.

"Slimming candies are really effective, Han, I slept soundly yesterday." Zong Ziqi said with a smile. "Han, I heard from Natalie yesterday that Hank's farm has a kind of medicinal wine, which is very helpful for the elderly and sleep."

"Hey, Hanke's Farm Medicinal Wine, old man Zong, this kid is from Hanke's Farm?" Li Tai shouted.

Zong Hai nodded. "yes."

"You old man Zong, forgot what you said a few days ago, the magic medicinal wine, isn't it from Hank's Farm." Li Tai said.

"Miraculous medicinal wine?" Zong Hai was also a little excited. "Little man, is it really you who prepared this medicinal wine?"

"Yes." Li Han nodded.

Zong Hai laughed loudly. "Okay, okay."

Zong Hai and Li Tai, several old people, applauded repeatedly. "Grandpa, what's the matter, is the medicinal wine really powerful?" Zong Ziqi only heard yesterday that he used the slimming candy and thought it was very useful, so he thought about buying the medicinal wine as a gift for his grandfather. "Han, I want to buy some."

"Ziqi, this kid has a heart." A few elderly people nearby looked at Zong Hai with envy. Zong Hai was full of smiles, with a little complacency. At such an old age, money is something outside of them. Bad money.

Children and grandchildren are filial and sensible, which is what really makes the elderly happy. "Ziqi, this medicinal wine is not something you can buy casually." Zong Hai said.

"Could it be that money can't buy it." Zong Ziqi muttered. "It's not like diet candy."

"It's more difficult than that fruit to lose weight, isn't it, Xiao Han." Zong Hai looked at Li Han.

"hehe,

Not really, it's just that the production of medicinal wine is not high, and most of them are acquaintances and some old friends. "Li Han said.

"Grandpa, is the Chinese medicinal wine famous?" Zong Ziqi finally came to his senses.

"Hehe, the outside world may not know." Zong Hai said. "But in the small circle, the reputation is not small."

"The small circle?" Zong Ziqi curled his lips, looking down on Zong Hai's small circle. You know, many well-known things are known.

"Don't underestimate this circle, do you know that there are all those people in it?" Zong Hai said.

"Could it be more powerful than grandpa?" Zong Ziqi couldn't believe how powerful this circle could be.

Zong Hai smiled. "Your grandfather and I can only enter based on our age. The people in the circle are all top-notch."

"Really?" Zong Ziqi was a little surprised, his grandfather said he was the top Chinese.

"Steve, Bill, Lucas, Kohler, David, Larry." Zong Hai only said a few names casually, and Zong Ziqi opened his mouth wide.

Unable to believe it, Zong Ziqi turned to look at Li Han. "Han, are these very important?"

"Some old friends." Li Han nodded.

Zong Ziqi is a little dizzy, no matter how you look at it, Li Han doesn't look like someone who can enter this circle. "Jennifer introduced it." Li Han said.

"Jennifer?" Zong Ziqi thought, a woman who is too beautiful to ignore doesn't seem to like to talk much.

Zong Hai looked at his granddaughter and smiled. "Little Han, this child is calm and energetic. When will Ziyu be able to have it?" He must be envious of Li Han's parents. In his eyes, Han's parents are well-educated.

"Medicated wine, we understand, let's take a look at the painting first, don't make the child wait too long." Li Tai said with a smile, and several other old people nodded.

Medicinal wine, the brewer has found him, and he is afraid that he will not be able to run away. Let’s look at the painting first. The old people are all mature, and they can tell Li Han’s character at a glance. Don't worry.

Who Zong Hai is, this point is still unclear, the Zong family has already been eliminated in the competition. "Look at the painting first, Ziqi, don't make trouble."

Zong Ziqi pursed his lips and muttered softly. "Taking others as targets again."

Li Han has good hearing, just heard it, and laughed. "Hmph, Han, I'll be looking for you later." Zong Ziqi snorted. "Let's go."

"Are you going too?"

"What's the matter, of course I'm going, but I am." Zong Ziqi said, turned to look at Li Han, smiled, and walked quickly into the appraisal room.

Li Han looked puzzled, and Li Tai beside him said with a smile. "Don't underestimate Ziqi, Ziqi's appraisal of oil paintings is no worse than us old men."

"What, her?" Li Han really couldn't believe it.

"That's right."

Li Han is really dizzy, this child seems to be a girl with talent in this area. "Han, you're really going to remove the upper layer of Andrew Wise's painting."

"It's best to keep it." Li Han said.

"Let's try it first." Everyone in Li Tai didn't dare to do it 100%.

Zong Ziqi had a look of reluctance. "This painting is rare for Andrew when he was young. Although the value is not high, it has a strong reference for studying the formation of Andrew Wyeth's painting style."

Li Han, looking at Zong Ziqi with an artistic look on his face, is still a little uncomfortable. "Hehe, maybe. It's just that I don't know much about art. I want to know what secrets old Berg hides in this painting. Maybe it's because I'm too curious."

"Ziqi, come here, we will do our best to save it." Li Tai, ready to start.

Ready, this kind of technique is very cumbersome, like taking paintings from rock walls. Li Han and Zong Hai looked at it for a while, then came and sat down on the side. "Little Han, don't worry, there will be results soon."

It's just very fast, but time is measured in hours. "Hey, I finally didn't destroy Andrew's painting."

"Removed?"

"That's right." Li Tai said with a smile.

"It's really great." Zong Ziqi clapped his hands.

"Can you see the painting below?" Li Han asked.

Zongzi Qi gave Li Han a white look. "Why are you so impatient, you still need to clean up."

It took another half an hour, and finally the painting was cleaned up, and the covered painting reappeared. "Is this a signature?"

Li Han, who knew the location of the signature, saw Li Tai and Zong Ziqi, looked at the painting in shock, and said in a low voice. "Signature, where?"

"What does it look like here?"

Li Han pointed to a spot on the side.

"That's right, it's a signature, signed in Russian, in the style of Mark Rothko." Zong Ziqi glanced at it and said.

"Mark Rothko?" Zong Hai was a little surprised. "Is it really this weirdo?"

"Painting style, yes, Mark Rothko has formed his own style at this time." Li Tai looked at Li Han. "Boy, you are lucky. Although this painting is not the pinnacle of Mark Rothko's work, it is an important stage in the formation of style. This painting will be auctioned at least tens of millions."

"That's right, what a lucky guy." Zong Ziqi watched Li Han discover the treasure list.

"I don't know if the other two paintings are also Mark Rothko's paintings." Zong Ziqi whispered.

"Is this impossible?"

"Who knows, this guy is very lucky."

After two hours, the old people were all dumbfounded. "Really, although these two pictures are not as good as before, they are at least a million dollars."

Three paintings cost at least 12 million dollars, which is scary to think about, especially when Han has more than 200 paintings.

"God." Zong Ziqi, thinking about more than two hundred paintings, felt like going crazy.

Zong Ziqi glanced at Li Han, somewhat shocked. "Hehe." Li Han smiled, but didn't speak.

Zong Hai gave Zong Ziqi a wink, Zong Ziqi nodded, there are more than 200 paintings, and it is very likely that all of them are paintings by Mark Rothko, the master.

Zong Hai couldn't help but be shocked, you know, even if a painting is worth more than 200 million dollars, and so many Mark Rothko paintings come out, it is not a trivial matter.

Li Han was very grateful to Zong Hai, but of course he was a little surprised, Zong Ziqi didn't look as ignorant as he saw, sending Li Tai and the others, Li Han promised that he would send tea there in a few days.

Li Tai and his party were very happy, they got the promise of tea and medicinal wine, and left their address. As for the appraisal fee, they waved their hands with a smile, saying that the tea was paid.

"Xiao Han, what do you plan to do with the other paintings?" Zong Hai said.

Li Han thought for a while and said. "Other paintings, I still plan to publish, but this is the candidate." Li Han glanced at Zong Ziqi, and Zong Hai shook his head. "Zi Qi, I'm not at ease alone."

"Grandpa, it's okay, I can do well." Zong Ziqi said. "Han, are you afraid?"

"Hehe, the windfall, I'm lucky to lose my life." Li Han said with a smile.

"Okay, child, you have a rare heart." Zong Hai's eyes lit up, he glanced at his granddaughter, then at Li Han, and nodded.

Li Han always felt that Zong Hai's eyes were a bit weird just now, Zong Ziqi's face was slightly flushed, and he smiled wryly, let's talk to his grandfather when he finds a chance.

"Han, let's go."

"Go now?"

Li Han was a little surprised.

"Why, aren't you curious? If all the paintings that were taken down belonged to Mark Rothko, they would be worth hundreds of millions of dollars." Zong Ziqi said.

"Of course, I'd rather hope it's all."

Li Han said with a smile.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, I'm curious if the remaining paintings belong to Mark Rothko." Zong Ziqi said with a smile.