World Tibet Bureau

I don't have clairvoyant eyes.

But when I was looking at the sachet just now, I found that although the embroidery on the outside of the sachet was worn out, the pattern of the unicorn giving birth could still be seen.

More critical is.

On the back of the son-giving kylin, embroidered with gold thread are a few words "Jinzao Jingui send precious son".

These few characters are still written in nine-fold seal script.

During the Song and Jin dynasties, profound changes took place in the seal characters. A font with overlapping strokes and difficult to recognize by gods appeared in the seal characters, which is called nine fold seal characters, which is what we usually call seal characters.

To put it bluntly, it is a complex variant of seal script, which was specially used by the ancients to pretend to be aggressive.

Except for experts and scholars who play with seals, outsiders can hardly recognize them.

The structure of the sachet is majestic, the embroidery is fine, and the stitching is dense. At first glance, it looks like it was a dowry gift for a lady from a wealthy family back then.

Since these words are embroidered with nine stacks of seal script on the outside, we can be [-]% sure that the inside must not be ordinary date stones or longan stones, but made of gold.

This is a kind of heroic practice of dowry for big families in Jinling.

Moreover, I judge that this sachet must not have been opened before.First, the stitching of the sachet is completely original, and it is impossible to achieve such a high density by re-stitching in the later stage.Secondly, the greasy fat man threw away a corner of it, and the outside was covered with dust, which proved that since he received this object, he hadn't recognized the nine stacks of seal characters on it at all, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

Of course, 99% of stall owners will almost always regard small miscellaneous items such as sachets as "filling corner" items.

The so-called corner-filling items mean that the probability of being sold is extremely low and the price is extremely low, and they can only be used to enrich the collection in the corner, giving people the illusion of being dazzling.

I don't know why such an unrecognizable nine-fold seal script is specially used on the outside of this sachet, maybe the purpose is to prevent thieves.

After all, when a thief entered a rich family's house, he would never think of stealing a worthless sachet.

The greasy fat man offered a price of [-], and I suddenly offered [-], and then took out three golden beans worth at least [-].

The plot reverses and reverses.

Make everyone dumbfounded.

I didn't want to pick up this kind of leakage between my teeth.

After all, some time ago, I got a small incense burner made by Ming Xuande three years ago.

But I was just asking for directions. The greasy fat man blatantly extorted money and even said he would kill me.

A stall owner like him can't actually make much money at all.

Around 2000, [-], which was already half a year's income.

After the greasy fat man sat on the ground in shock, he immediately got up from the ground, with an extremely ferocious face, and raised his fat hand, about to grab the golden beans.

I give way slightly.

The greasy fat man threw himself so hard that he fell to the ground, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Do not compete with weak chickens.

Under the astonished eyes of those stall owners, I turned and left.

But this greasy fat man is really annoying.

After he got up from the ground, he actually held a mallet bottle in his hand, and shouted at me: "Little bastard, give me back the golden beans!"

Hurrah.

The mallet bottle hit me.

A rhythm that wants to kill me completely.

I moved sideways, and the corner of my clothes was a little bit. He smashed the bottle with the mallet in his hand, staggered, and fell again.

The mallet bottle shattered with a "click".

I frowned slightly, glanced at him, and walked on.

who knows.

The greasy fat man missed two hits and fell twice. He was completely insane, and even took out a dagger from his waist: "Damn it! I'll kill you today!"

before everything.

I can bear it.

But he suddenly scolded my parents, this is the bottom line I can't tolerate!

The person who scolded my parents like this last time is called Hu San.

I kicked him and cracked his patella.

A golden bean in his hand quickly popped out of his hand and hit his wrist.

The dagger "bang" and fell to the ground.

The greasy fat man let out a miserable cry, and fell to the ground clutching his wrists, his expression extremely painful, but his mouth was not clean, and he cursed: "Damn you Mabi..."

Another golden bean hit his tooth, and the golden bean and front tooth fell out at the same time.

The greasy fat man suddenly screamed with blood stabbed in his mouth, and wailed: "Nimmabi..."

The last golden bean whistled and knocked down his other front tooth again.

The greasy fat man was so painful that he almost fainted, covered his mouth, and screamed, blood continued to ooze from his fingers.

I picked up a few golden beans on the ground, squatted beside him, and asked in a cold voice: "How much did you scold my mother just now?!"

The greasy fatty finally came to his senses.

To him, the technique I just did was simply a shocking stunt.

He was already panicking, his eyes were full of fear, and his fat body kept rubbing backwards.

He cursed three times, but he only lost two teeth.

I said sharply, "One tooth is missing!"

Hearing the words, the greasy fat man covered his mouth with his hands in fright, and said vaguely: "...brother, I'm blind...you take the beans..."

I got up from the ground.

He thought I let him go and left, so he spread his hand covering his mouth, sucking blood.

I frowned coldly.

A golden bean flicked into his mouth again and again with incomparable speed.

The guy howled like a pig, and fell to the ground in pain, struggling and writhing.

I picked up the golden beans on the ground, took out a paper towel, wiped the blood off it, turned and left.

There were a lot of people around.

They all stared at the scene dumbfounded.

No one dared to help him.

I glanced around.

The stall owners were so frightened that they hurriedly covered the stalls in front of them, and turned around, not daring to look at me again.

I strode toward the corner.

When I arrived at the fifth booth, I found that there was no one there.

I asked the person next to me where Master Hu had gone.

The person next to me pointed to an old man with gray hair and stooped back in the distance, and told me that it was Hu Sansiao.

Unexpectedly, Hu Sanmiao turned out to be one of the crowd watching the excitement just now.

He is now walking back after watching the excitement, carrying a big cloth bag.

I turned around and strode up.

After seven 80 meters.

I came behind Hu Sansiao and called out, "Master Hu."

When Hu Sanmiao heard the words, he turned his head, his eyes were extremely hale and hearty, and he looked me up and down, without saying a word.

I clasped my fists and said, "Master Hu, my name is Su Chen. I want to ask Master Hu for help."

Hu Sanmiao glanced at the golden bean in my hand and said, "Young man, you are very hostile."

I:"……"

Followed by.

Hu Sansou nodded again: "But the technique is unique."

I replied, "Grandpa Hu, thank you."

Hu Sansiao replied indifferently: "Come with me."

After speaking.

He strode forward.

I follow along.

On the road, the two were silent for a long time.

He didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say.

Came to the gate of Suolongxiang.

Hu Sanmiao patted the door lightly with his hand, and the lock opened with a "click", like an automatic door.

This method is simply unbelievable!

Hu Sanshao said, "Young man, come in."