PFC Chapter 227: Qing Dynasty Dragon Ticket
Chapter 227: Qing Dynasty Dragon Ticket
"Miss Bai, if you like this green tea, this pack is for you." He Yuzhu pushed about two taels of tea leaves directly in front of Bai Ling.
In He Yuzhu's secret space, there are endless tea mountains.
This is some tea leaves.
Not worth mentioning.
Moreover, this tea will also appear in He Yuzhu's tavern and will be a major feature.
Seeing He Yuzhu giving her tea as a gift, Bai Ling was a little surprised for a moment. He was so generous. Such good tea could not be measured by money. Most people would have nowhere to buy such good tea. Bai Ling's cheeks blushed, which also showed that she still had a place in He Yuzhu's heart.
But Bai Ling finally waved her hand: "I... I just came to see you, I didn't come to ask for anything, I should even give you something, but I think it's a bit abrupt to give you something, I can't go back to get something."
Bai Ling was tempted, but she still refused.
Especially since she is a public official, even if He Yuzhu gave her the tea out of friendship and did not ask her to do anything, if someone reported her one day, she would be in big trouble. Bai Ling has principles and does not seek cheap things, and she does not want to bring trouble to He Yuzhu.
"Miss Bai, if you want to drink tea again, you can come to my house anytime. You are welcome."
He Yuzhu said.
She understood Bai Ling's thoughts.
Can understand.
"It's a deal." Bai Ling smiled.
Three years ago, she admired He Yuzhu very much.
At that time, He Yuzhu was brilliant and high up, and was busy with military affairs, so she couldn't approach him at all. But now it was different, He Yuzhu was here, and she could come to him anytime.
three years,
Bai Ling still hasn't forgotten He Yuzhu.
Missing you silently.
In fact, Zheng Chaoyang from the police station has been pursuing Bai Ling for three years. At that time, Bai Ling was about to agree to Zheng Chaoyang's pursuit, but after meeting He Yuzhu, everything became different.
There is no room for other people in my heart.
He Yuzhu is the hero in her heart.
Dream lover.
She met He Yuzhu several times.
But I had to wait for three years.
It turned out that her wait was not in vain.
After tasting the tea, the two people looked at each other from time to time, and the room fell into awkwardness.
Everyone wanted to find a topic, but couldn't find one.
After all, He Yuzhu and Bai Ling didn’t interact much and had few common topics.
"How about we go fishing?" He Yuzhu took the lead in breaking the silent atmosphere.
If you want to live a carefree life, you can’t live without fishing.
Especially when there is a beautiful woman by your side.
Fishing goes best with beautiful women.
In the previous world, every time He Yuzhu carried out a mission and killed someone, he would choose to go fishing to calm himself down.
When killing someone, you move violently, but when fishing, you feel very calm.
He Yuzhu does not fish necessarily to catch fish, but to think or cleanse and settle his mind while fishing.
"Okay." Bai Ling nodded immediately when she heard that He Yuzhu wanted to go fishing.
Looked very happy.
She had never fished before and thought it was a very novel thing.
The main reason is to go fishing with He Yuzhu, which must be a great experience. If Zheng Chaoyang invited Bai Ling, there was no way she would go.
He Yuzhu and Bai Ling immediately bought two sets of fishing gear at the East Street Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
Whoever buys it owns it.
Bai Ling had a bicycle, so He Yuzhu rode Bai Ling's bicycle and took Bai Ling with her.
Bai Ling was holding the fishing rod behind.
"oops."
He Yuzhu stepped on a small stone, and Bai Ling was almost thrown off the back seat of the bicycle. Bai Ling had nowhere to put her hands, so she had to quickly hold He Yuzhu's waist.
The journey was very bumpy.
Various kinds of stones.
"I walked this road before and it wasn't this bumpy." Bai Ling muttered at this time.
When He Yuzhu heard Bai Ling's muttering, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
She...won't find any clues.
"Squeak..."
When arriving outside Dongzhimen, He Yuzhu suddenly braked.
"what."
This time, Bai Ling hugged He Yuzhu tightly, with her face pressed against his back.
"Mr. He, you are so mean." Bai Ling said with a red face.
He Yuzhu's face suddenly turned red. Did Bai Ling realize that he had deliberately chosen a bumpy road?
"Cough cough." He Yuzhu coughed dryly to ease the embarrassment.
"Maybe I did it on purpose before, but I really didn't brake this time. Look, there are good things over there." He Yuzhu pointed to a small stall outside Dongzhimen.
It was a stall selling antiques.
There are various blue and white porcelain, ancient jade, Tang Sancai, ceramic jars, and some calligraphy and paintings.
He Yuzhu's eyes were fixed on a stamp.
Red.
The size of four fingernails.
He Yuzhu's insight is amazing.
Just a quick glance.
It can be seen that stamps are not simple.
That is a Qing Dynasty stamp.
Still a dragon ticket.
This kind of ticket is extremely rare.
If you see one, you are lucky in this life.
"Yo."
“Buying antiques.”
"What do you want? Everything on my stall is authentic antiques. My ancestors were officials for three generations. These are heirlooms accumulated by my ancestors. If my family had not fallen on hard times, I would not be willing to sell these things." The stall owner said hurriedly after seeing He Yuzhu coming.
He Yuzhu couldn't laugh or cry.
He may have said this thousands or even tens of thousands of times.
story.
Just stories.
If you really believe it, then you lose.
Total loss.
"I'm missing something to decorate the wall at home, so I came to buy a painting. Please unfold these paintings and let me see. I'd like to get you a landscape painting or something, something more majestic and vigorous." He Yuzhu never looked at the stamps again. The Qing Dynasty stamps were just casually thrown in the corner, completely inconspicuous. God knows when a gust of wind will blow them away. I believe that even if they were blown away, the stall owner would not care much.
You don't even know the value of a Qing Dynasty stamp.
"Got it."
The stall owner began to spread out several ancient paintings that looked very old.
In the fifties and sixties, antiques were not everywhere.
There are also fake ones.
"This one."
He Yuzhu chose an ancient painting that looked new.
The stall owner thought to himself, this guy is a complete sucker and knows nothing about antiques.
"Two pieces."
"This was painted by a great painter from the Ming Dynasty."
The stall owner said.
"Eight cents."
He Yuzhu bargained.
"Okay." The stall owner hesitated for a long time, then nodded and agreed: "If I didn't really need the money urgently and I have too many things, I would never sell it to you so cheaply. It would be a huge loss for me."
"This little thing is quite interesting. Give it to me as a gift."
He Yuzhu held the Qing Dynasty stamp in his hand and said.
"Okay, I'll give it to you." The stall owner agreed directly.
The stall owner felt he had made a lot of money by buying this with only a few cents.
He Yuzhu took the money and delivered the goods, then rode his bicycle with Bai Ling on it and continued towards Qinglong Lake.
This time He Yuzhu just rode his bike well.
Very smooth ride.
"The Dragon Ticket of the Qing Dynasty... I don't understand..." On the way, after listening to He Yuzhu talking about the value of the Dragon Ticket of the Qing Dynasty, Bai Ling still didn't understand, but she felt that He Yuzhu seemed very powerful.