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There is nothing hidden in the small east wing where Xie Jing lives. Not long after he moved in, there are few things and they are neatly tidied up, which looks very simple.

Master Jiu said that he would come over, so the family naturally made preparations.

Two days later, Master Jiu and Huang Mingyou visited together, accompanied by a goldsmith who carried a heavy tool box on his back and stood with his hands down.

The small east chamber was tidied up so that the windows were bright and bright. Two brand new wooden chairs were placed on both sides of the Eight Immortals table in the main room. Tea and two plates of dried fruit were placed on the table after wiping it clean, obviously carefully prepared for the guests.

Master Jiu was drinking tea while Huang Mingyou politely asked Grandma Kou to invite the little Buddha out.

Grandma Kou came out with the little brass Buddha in her arms, spread a clean layer of handkerchief, put it down carefully, and said gratefully, "Mr. Thank you."

Huang Mingyou walked around the Buddha statue twice, pinching his beard in his hands, trying to choose his words: "This, this Buddha statue, did the old lady spend a lot of money to buy it?"

Grandma Kou said: "I can't take the word 'old lady', but she is from a peasant family. Sir, call me Grandma Kou." She looked at the little Buddha, with kind eyes in her eyes, and sighed, "How much money did you spend?" I don't know too well, this is a gift from a lady I once served. The lady is kind and has given away a lot of things. It's a pity that I took Jing'er all the way, and many of them were sold on the way. Only this is left. I am reluctant to sell one piece, and I have carried it with me for more than ten years."

Huang Mingyou became more careful when speaking. He looked at Xiaofo and Grandma Kou with his small eyes, and asked again: "How about asking about the relationship between grandma and that young lady?"

"Miss is the best person in the world. She treats me very well. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is as deep as the ocean."

Mr. Huang was silent.

After a while, Mr. Huang coughed and said, "This Buddha statue is well-made, and it's truly a masterpiece. Don't worry, let me have another look."

Xie Jing put a plate of freshly cut watermelon on the table, while looking up at Mr. Huang, the corners of her mouth raised a little and then quickly returned to normal.

He also carefully studied the little Buddha yesterday. When he was young, he often accompanied Grandma Kou to kneel and worship, but he remembered it somewhat, but after so many years, it was the first time he held it in his hand again. It was already the same as the one he remembered surrounded by incense It's not the same anymore.The structure of this small Buddha is imitated from Song Dynasty, but it is expected to be new, and it is not worth anything, it is just a wish to entrust.

Master Jiu saw something in the watermelon and thought of something, so he took a piece and handed it to Xie Jing: "I'll eat it for you."

Xie Jing took it habitually, and ate the melon in her hand, watching how Mr. Huang fooled the old lady.

Huang Mingyou often eats the dishes cooked by Grandma Kou, so it’s not easy to speak freely. If it’s bought with money, it’s fine. He can also teach Grandma Kou how to tell the difference to prevent being cheated next time, but this is just a favor—— It's still the kind of "graciousness as deep as the sea".Mr. Huang was worried, but the little Buddha was too shallow in his eyes, and even if he wanted to praise him, he had to spin around in circles to find the good points.

After thinking about it for a while, Mr. Huang finally puffed out his small belly and praised: "Look at this, old lady, the Buddha statue has a meat bun, a round forehead, and a rare gourd-shaped backlight behind it. Tsk tsk, let me look through it." According to years of experience in the literature, this is a typical Northern Song bronze ware."

Grandma Kou was surprised: "Northern Song Dynasty bronze wares?"

"Yes, but it's not entirely true. Most of the Buddha statues in the Northern Song Dynasty are copper, stone, porcelain, gold and wood, and they are a combination of Confucianism and Buddhism. The style is unique. Look here again. The material used is also new. It should be a combination of the ancestors and the present... ..."

The melon in Xie Jing's mouth almost spit out, and he coughed a few times.

Huang Mingyou talked about the past and the present, and memorized a bunch of books. Without waiting for Grandma Kou to ask any more questions, he immediately called the goldsmith over: "Come on, this golden lotus base is sure to be repaired. I have seen it, and there is no problem."

The goldsmith was just a worker, and he had already been awed by Mr. Huang's passage just now, and now he was full of worries and dared not go forward: "Sir, I am a craftsman, but I have never done such a thing." Precious treasure, if it is damaged, the villain will not be able to afford it."

Huang Mingyou blew his beard and stared: "How could it be broken? It's made of copper. What do you usually fix?"

"Mr. Hui, the villain only repairs some gold and silver jewelry on weekdays. Those are common things. Even if they are broken and thawed, they can be beaten again. You—"

"Just do what you have done in the past, it is not difficult to add the rosette."

The goldsmith walked over tremblingly, holding the little Buddha and repairing it carefully.

The repair time was slow. Grandma Kou looked at it for a while, but she didn't understand it, so she went to prepare meals for Master Jiu and his party to eat. Huang Mingyou was naturally happy, and ordered a "iron pot stewed goose" with a shy face. Everything was ready, and the food was delivered specially according to the meal time. Now the big snow-white goose just happened to be delivered to Grandma Kou's kitchen.

Huang Mingyou glanced at the craftsman, seeing that it would take some time before it could be repaired, then he turned to Master Jiu, "I guess we'll have to wait until noon here, why don't we kill one?"

Master Jiu pondered for a while, and said: "It's okay to play chess, even if my husband and I meet each other, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish playing chess for a while. Some time ago, I heard Xiao Jing'er said that he is quite yearning for the way of chess..."

Xie Jing didn't wait for him to finish, and immediately held the half-empty teapot and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to help grandma cook and see if the goose is ready."

Master Jiu called him and ran even faster.

Huang Mingyou sat on the chair and looked at Xie Jing's back, and said happily: "Look, Jiu Ye, this kid is still shy. Xiao Xie is good at everything, but he is too shy. He is too awed by me, and he is not very close to me." .”

Master Jiu nodded and said: "Yes, but it's better to be shy, better than Ji Hao, he makes me a headache when he comes."

Ji Liang is Bai Mingyu's small character, and his father and elder brother also called him for a few years at first, often because Bai Er was so naughty, so angry that Master Bai slapped the table and called "bratty boy", and more often the family used to have both names and surnames. Calling him is like a threat, but it's useless. This young master is not afraid of being scolded, what to do, or what to do, like a little monkey making trouble in the sky, making people angry and laughing at the same time.

Huang Mingyou also laughed, and shook his head while drinking tea: "One is too temperamental, and the other is too stable. It would be great if the two of them fit together. I see that Second Young Master Bai is also a good seedling. Although he can't study well, he can He is quick-witted and loyal, but you haven’t seen his attitude in the school, if he skips class one day, the ethnology school will be empty, so everyone will follow him!”

Small kitchen.

Xie Jing helped Grandma Kou choose vegetables and cook, wandering around, wandering around, but didn't want to go back to the main room.

Grandma Kou urged him several times, not to let him neglect the honored guest so much, Xie Jing walked back slowly, and when he was about to arrive, he took a look at the window and saw that there was no chessboard on the Eight Immortals table before going in, using his hand The pot of hot water that was just brought in from home was used to refill the tea for the two masters.

On both sides of the Eight Immortals table, Master Jiu had already diverted the topic and talked about Buddhism in the Song Dynasty.

Huang Mingyou is full of knowledge, knows everything, and talks endlessly. He talks about things thousands of years ago as if he experienced them a few years ago. His starting point is also different from others. He is quite proficient in both official history and unofficial history. Combining them, discussing and scrutinizing from the details, the chat was very exciting: "When it comes to the golden body of the Buddha statue in the Northern Song Dynasty, it is different. It is rumored that the bones of many eminent monks who passed away were sealed in it. Some people in later generations accidentally reported it. There are records in the history of the Ming Dynasty, but it is not exactly the same as the folk rumors. It will be smashed into crumbs when you touch it, and you can barely make out the words on it, because it is written with gold powder, so it will shine like new when it sees the sun again..."

While he was talking, the goldsmith over there didn't know where he touched. The golden lotus seat of the Buddha statue suddenly loosened and fell on the table with a "clang" sound, followed by something the size of a stone falling from the inside of the Buddha statue, rolling on the ground , dazzled by the sun.

The goldsmith was startled, and knelt down towards the Buddha statue, shouting "Buddha's relic" and kept kowtow.

Huang Mingyou got up immediately, walked over in two or three steps, first glanced at it, then took out a handkerchief to pick up the small stone, wiped his brows a few times through the handkerchief and said, "It's not relics, it's painted with gold powder. .”

Master Jiu and Xie Jing also walked over. Xie Jing didn't know as much as the two of them. What he learned was taught by Master Jiu, so he just stayed by their side and listened.

Master Jiu discussed with Mr. Huang, lowered his voice but saw Mr. Huang shaking his head, Huang Mingyou pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Xie, go get a bowl of water, a bowl of paste, and a dagger."

There are all these small kitchens, and Xie Jing quickly brought the things.

Mr. Huang took fine sandpaper from the goldsmith's box and carefully restored it to its original appearance. There was not only gold powder on it, but also moss. Standing upright with his head held high, the appearance of roaring with his mouth open is carved out.

Mr. Huang took it to look around, frowned and said: "It's strange, this thing is old, you have a look." He handed the things along with the handkerchief, and asked Master Jiu and Xie Jing to look at it together, "The Buddha statue is not from the Northern Song Dynasty. Yes, but this stone tiger has been around for at least 200 years, I can't see its origin yet, and I need to look again."

After Xie Jing finished reading it, she turned around to look at the lotus base that fell from the Buddha statue. There was nothing on it. She picked up the little Buddha and looked carefully. There were no other marks on it.

Master Jiu went over to help him look it over, and said: "There are indeed no other objects. The empty space here should have been hollowed out and stuffed in from the lotus base later." He pointed to the traces for Xie Jing and taught him to identify them. "There is a hidden crevice here, but it is covered by the lotus platform. Unless you break the lotus platform, you can't see what's inside. As for the stone tiger, if you don't worry about it, let Mr. Huang take it for you to look at for a while .”

Xie Jing said: "Of course I can believe it, and I would like to thank you sir for helping me solve the mystery."

Huang Mingyou looked at it for a long time, amazed, he took the little stone tiger and looked at the sun for a while, except for a little rough touch, he didn't see anything for a while.

Apart from academics, Huang Mingyou is obsessed with antiques, because with a mysterious object in his pocket, it will not be good to eat for a while.

Grandma Kou was a little surprised when she heard that there was something inside the Buddha statue, but when she knew it was a little stone tiger, her expression was at a loss, and she hesitated: "Well, even if the lady put it in, that Jing'er is a horse, so you should put a pony in it." go in."

Hearing what she said, Huang Mingyou was delighted: "Master Jiu is a tiger, but that's not how it counts. I always feel a little familiar when I look at it, and I have to look into the ancient books carefully."

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Mr. Huang: Grandma, is Xiaofo expensive?

Grandma Kou: It should be expensive, it was a gift from someone else.

Mr. Huang: Is the sender on good terms?

Grandma Kou: Great!

Mr. Huang (capturing his sleeves): Then I'll just let it go.