Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 587 Second Master Yuan's bet, change your mind
When it comes to the modern history of Xia Kingdom, it goes without saying that there are turmoil and turmoil. There are also many romantic affairs.

The identity of the second child of the Yuan family can be said to be known to everyone.

Of course, his other name may be better known.

The second son of Yuan, Yuan Kewen.

Back then, he had great influence in Linhai and Jinmen, spent money like water, and bought antiques and treasures without blinking his eyes when he was proud.

It's a pity that later, due to financial difficulties, I sold calligraphy for a living, and all the collections at home were also sold.

Most Baoyou only know these histories, and don't know much about his other experiences.

It was Ning Fan who broke through.

"Back then, Yuan Kewen was one of the four sons. He was proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, eating, drinking, gambling, and his ability to appreciate antiques was not bad."

"This kiln-changing glaze flame red bottle originally belonged to Pu Tong, but he lost to Yuan Kewen in a bet. Later, it has been Yuan Kewen's talking point, and he has always carried it with him from Jinmen to Linhai."

"Yuan Kewen chatted with others when he was in the Green Gang, and it was recorded in Huang Jinrong's notes. Only a few people have read it."

The treasure friends were stunned for a while, if Ning Fan hadn't told about this kind of thing, they might never have known about it for the rest of their lives.

Ning Fan turned the bottom of the bottle and found a line of small characters underneath.

"Five years, sing with Hou Zhai, win this bottle!"

"Sing?"

The treasure friends were dumbfounded. At first they thought it was won by playing cards, but they didn't expect it to be singing.

"That scene?"

Tang Qisheng thought of something and laughed.

"Which one?"

The treasure friends don't know so many inside stories, and they are still a little confused.

Tang Qisheng said it directly.

"Five years ago, Zhang Xun mediated the dispute between the court and the court, and supported Puyi's restoration together with Kang Youwei. Zhang Xun felt that he had made great contributions to the restoration, so he arranged a big show to celebrate."

"At that time, someone was flattering and asked Pu Tong to arrange it, but Pu Tong had no interest in political affairs, and Pu Yi was restored. His identity was also the general of the town and the assistant of the state. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but under the pressure of Zhang Xun, he agreed. Singing."

"During the opera, Pu Tong didn't want to make Zhang Xun feel better, so he contacted Yuan Kewen. The two changed the original "Da Deng Dian" to "Thousand Loyal Slaughter", and changed the wave of congratulations into satire."

"The bet between Yuan Kewen and Pu Tong was whether Zhang Xun could watch the whole play, but the play was invited by Zhang Xun, and he couldn't leave, otherwise the whole thing would be ruined, and he couldn't do it. "

"Later, this bottle should be the bet?"

"Ah."

Ning Fan nodded.

The process was not bad. Tang Qisheng had already said it once, so he didn't bother to correct it. Anyway, it didn't affect the result. This thing has already come here, and it doesn't make sense to talk about it before.

"Then this one?"

The treasure friends are still curious about how this thing came back to the Eastern Kingdom.

"The current situation was chaotic back then, so it was normal in any situation, not to mention that the second son of the Yuan family was short of money to sell things, and the ones with the highest prices would get them. Some things were normal in the Eastern countries, and I am afraid that all countries have them even if the sun never sets."

Friends of Bao just ask a question, it's better to have an answer, and it doesn't matter if there is no answer.

Hearing this explanation, they all nodded, as if they understood this important matter.

His eyes are always on the screen.

This thing has such a background, the price shouldn't be low, right?
"500 million yen."

Ning Fan directly quoted.

The shopkeeper's eyes fluttered and he hesitated.

This price is just above his psychological price. If it is more, it is profitable, but if it is less, he is unwilling.

But business is like this, if it's just right without dragging, he will feel a little owed, he pouts and bows.

"600 million yen, otherwise I really can't sell it!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Ning Fan turned around and left.

On this kind of street, people who came to him to sell things when they heard the news were either short of money or very short of money, and wanted to cheat here. He didn't have the heart to help the poor.

"Stay back!"

A few minutes later, Ning Fan won the bottle for 480 million yen, equivalent to less than 25 yuan in China.

"Catch the leak?"

"It's a big leak!"

Tang Qisheng was very envious.

"Bring this bottle back to China, it will cost at least seven figures!"

"Hey! Yes!"

Friends are really happy.

It doesn't matter how much you earn or how little you earn, as long as you can pick up the leaks in Dongyang Country.

"That's not enough, at least take it back."

Seeing that Ning Fan's selection of things was over, Wang Duoyu arranged a car to Todaiji Temple.

Both sides of the car window were full of the scenery of Dongyang Country along the way, but everyone was not in the mood to look at it, and they were all asking what Ning Fan planned to do after he passed by.
There is no such thing as fighting treasures in Dongyang Kingdom. If you come to the door and smash the scene rashly, you may become a special care object.

"There is no fighting treasure, but there are scripture lectures, let's go to them to discuss scriptures!"

"good idea!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, but they fell silent after a while.

"Who will teach the scriptures?"

"Dr. Shaffer."

Ning Fan never thought about asking them to lecture on scriptures.

A group of people may not even memorize all the Buddhist scriptures. Lectures?It would be more decent to send things directly to Dongyang Country.

Sending a national treasure from thousands of miles away is more important than affection!

"Should I go to the Eastern Kingdom to discuss the scriptures?"

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Shaffer was dumbfounded.

"Master Ning, aren't you picking up leaked cultural relics? Why do you need to lecture on scriptures? Does it matter?"

"Some things are in the temple, and if you don't teach scriptures, you can't fish them out."

"Amitabha." Dr. Xia Fo raised his palm, holding a Buddhist bead: "The temple stipulates that monks who have not graduated cannot teach scriptures. Although the poor monk has a doctorate, he has not yet graduated. He is also a student and must abide by the regulations."

"This is a national honor! How can you do this?" Wang Duoyu said, "Can you stop me from despising you?"

"Amitabha, it is the freedom of the benefactor to look up to and despise, poor monk, have a clear conscience!"

Wang Duoyu signaled that he had nothing to do.

Buddhism is like this, as long as you have a clear conscience, nothing will work.

"At this point, is chanting or rest more important?" Ning Fan smiled slightly.

"Of course it is... Amitabha, the matter of winning glory for the country, the poor monk thought about it carefully, and he still has to agree! When will Master Ning start to discuss the scriptures, the poor monk will definitely bring the brothers here to wait online Opportunity to communicate!"

The last sentence bites extremely hard.

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"Why?" Wang Duoyu was dumbfounded: "The same request, why Master Ning can do it if you say it, but it's useless if I say it?"

"If you don't graduate, you can't judge the scriptures, but you can't play with your mobile phone if you don't go to class. Just use the students' thinking to restrain the students."

Wang Duoyu was stunned again.

As expected of Master Ning, this operation is convincing.

Settle these, the car quiet down.

There was nothing to say all night, and when the sound rang again, it was already the morning bell of Todaiji Temple.

The sun fell on the blooming cherry trees, and the green and black tiles and the green grass in front were dyed with golden edges, giving off a faint coolness of autumn.

"Master Ning, we are here!"

　I owe one chapter, I caught a cold, my brain hurts, and I can't write.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)