The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 89
Curator Jin and Xiao Tan from the Bureau of Cultural Relics finally couldn't bear it anymore, so they squatted at the entrance of the hotel, admiring the cultural relics handed in by Yu Yishan.

"That's right, it's a real guy, and it's been a while."

"It's not just Yuan Datou..."

"This is a big head, it's rare."

"This is Long Yang, and Ying Yang..."

Curator Jin and Xiao Tan were amazed, but it was not safe to crouch at the entrance of the restaurant to appraise these silver coins.

Also, Yu Yishan was waiting for them to have dinner together at the door. They couldn't just focus on their work and leave this great hero aside.

The two closed the box and wrapped it in a woven bag again, and the appearance looked ordinary again.

Let the security guard Xiaotan hold the things. In rural areas, it is normal to carry such a tattered woven bag, and it will not attract attention.

Curator Jin and the others are not afraid of encountering robbery and theft. After all, it is broad daylight and the sky is bright...Who would dare to think wrongly about tens of millions of state property? Do you really think that the police are vegetarians?

However, the low-key should still be low-key, and the cultural relics can be brought back smoothly without twists and turns. This is the best situation.

Curator Jin and the others were in a good mood, and they looked at Yu Yishan with kindness and admiration.

"Does Comrade Xiao know how much these silver coins are worth?"

"I just opened one volume and looked at it. There was one worth more than 100 million yuan, and I didn't study the rest carefully."

Yu Yishan shook his head indifferently: "I don't bother to look at the others, anyway, it doesn't matter how much it's worth."

Curator Jin smiled: "Haha, it does matter, at least we have a specific description of the content when we give you the certificate, it's also an honor..."

"what are you doing!"

A woman's curse suddenly came from the store, interrupting the conversation of several people.

It seems to be the voice of a little bunny?
Yu Yishan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked into the shop.

As soon as he entered the store, Yu Yishan saw Little Tutu standing in front of the wine table, surrounded by several drunken men, and one of them grabbed his wrist.

Little Tutu had an angry look on his face, while the men were drunk and smirking lewdly.

The man holding Little Tutu's wrist was not very old, only in his thirties, and the other men beside him were about the same, probably a few years older than him.

At the next table a few meters away, most of the seats were empty, except for the two who were too drunk to move, the rest gathered around Yu Yishan's table.

The guests on the other wine tables also attracted attention, they all frowned, watching the commotion of these drunks.

The drunks laughed happily, and unrulyly poked their hands towards the little bunny.

Little Tutu struggled a few times to avoid those groping salty pig's feet, but he still couldn't free his wrist.

Yu Yishan was about to step forward, but someone at the table next to him didn't like it, and shouted: "What are you doing!"

The drunks were slightly taken aback and turned their heads one after another.

The one who spoke was a young guy. There were men and women at his table, all of whom were older, like a family dinner.

The combat power of this combination is not suitable for being a leader, but this young guy still has a sense of justice. He stood up, pointed to a few drunks and said, "In broad daylight, how dare you moles a decent woman? Is there a king's law? Is there a law?"

There seemed to be no problem with the lines, but Yu Yishan always felt awkward listening to them.

The drunks laughed.

"Let her go!"

The young man was filled with righteous indignation, and went forward to pull the drunk man who was holding the little bunny.

The idea of ​​a hero saving the beauty is good, but unfortunately the strength is a bit weaker.

This action of his immediately enraged the drunks, someone picked up an unopened set of sanitary tableware, and slapped the young man on the head with his backhand.

"Chacha, dare to meddle in our business!"

"Dare to push me! Hit him!"

"Dare to fight with us! Court death!"

The woman at the next table screamed, and the two old men hurriedly stood up...

The young man was already clutching his head, a little shaky, but the drunks didn't give up, and punched him head and face.

Little Tutu took this opportunity to break free from her wrist, and hurriedly stepped back. She looked anxiously at the door of the store, just in time to see Yu Yishan walking this way, and immediately said pleasantly: "Master Shan!"

Little Tutu suddenly stomped anxiously: "Hurry up, they are molesting my old lady!"

The drunk man was already fighting with the old men and women at the next table, Yu Yishan could only take two quick steps... He couldn't let those brave people suffer.

To deal with these ordinary people, or ordinary people who have drunk too much, Yu Yishan doesn't need to use any effort at all.

He stepped forward quickly, stretched out his palms, and slapped them one by one.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap..."

A series of clear and crisp applause sounded, several drunks suddenly flew out and fell straight to the ground without moving.

Directly pumped into a coma.

Yu Yishan didn't control his strength very much, but he still controlled the direction well. The drunks fell into a pile and didn't touch anything.

The dining room immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked at Yu Yishan, dumbfounded and speechless.

The guests in the hall came to their senses only when the waiter Mei Jie appeared with a large bowl of fried pig's trotters in sauce.

The waitress, Sister Mei, asked the proprietress at the front desk strangely: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"what……"

The proprietress shivered and shook her head again: "It's okay, it's okay, some customers are drunk..."

"You can't sleep on the road when you're drunk, isn't there a hotel next to it?"

Sister Mei muttered, carefully walked around several drunk men with corpses, and put the fried pig's trotters on Yu Yishan's table.

When she saw the broken tableware on the ground, the corners of her eyes twitched, and then she squatted down and began to tidy up.

"It's okay, our tableware is cheap, ten yuan a set, the boss can rest assured..."

Ten dollars is money too.

Yu Yishan pointed to the two people who were still sitting at the drunk man's table and said, "They will pay for the things they smashed."

After finishing speaking, Yu Yishan looked at the brave young man at the next table: "Go to the hospital for an examination first, then call the police, and let them pay for the compensation."

The young man covered his head, looked at Little Tutu, and said forcefully, "I'm fine, I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Without saying a word, the aunt next to him grabbed her arm: "It's all right, check it in the town first, if it doesn't work, go to the county to check it, his father, you stay here and call the police..."

The aunt beside him chimed in: "Yeah, if you get hit on the head, you must go to a big hospital for an examination. Who knows if there are any sequelae..."

Yu Yishan was overjoyed, the peasant women nowadays...know quite a lot.

At least, everyone's legal awareness has been enhanced.

Next, those who call the police call the police, those who eat eat, those who go to the hospital go to the hospital...

No one cared about the few drunks lying on the ground, only the two little friends who were at the same table with them stood beside them at a loss.

call an ambulance...

Anyway, they have no ability to avenge their accomplices, so they can only deal with the funeral... er, funeral, aftermath.

(End of this chapter)