Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

"General."

"Stop, you kid, do you dare to eat me? If you dare to eat me, my horse will crush your car with one kick."

"I won't trade with you, it's not worth it."

"If you go like this, kid, you will lose."

"I'll let you go, lest you say I don't respect teachers if I win."

"You're just kidding. I need you to give in as a teacher. If you lose, you lose. Don't be so stubborn."

"Come again."

"The result will be the same in another hundred games. Your chess skills have deteriorated so much that you lost before I even tried hard."

"I will definitely win you this time."

Playing chess with his master, Yang Yukun lost three games in a row. In fact, he lost on purpose.

The master's character is becoming more and more like that of a child. As a disciple, he must not coax this old man.

"By the way, disciple, there is something I forgot to tell you before."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Did you give a copy of your own collection experience to the guy named Yang Feng in Jubao Pavilion?"

"Yes, what's wrong, master?"

When he and Xu Jingping got married, Yang Feng gave them a Yixing kiln purple clay painted flower and bird pattern horn pen holder from the Qianlong period.

Later, when the little rice dumpling was full moon, the boy gave him a pair of late Qing dynasty jade bamboo bracelets.

This kid was extremely talented in antique appraisal and was willing to work hard to study it. Yang Yukun gave him his collection experience as a return gift.

He never told the master about this. How did the master know about this?
Why did the master suddenly ask about this matter again, and what was the reason?
"Lao Wang wants to publish your collection experience. He asked me to ask if you are willing to publish it."

"publishing?"

"Correct."

Broken Hou explained.

A few days ago, Wang Yunguang, the president of the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House, came to see him at home and asked him how he was doing with the eighth volume of "Appreciation of Song Dynasty Porcelain by the Broken Marquis".

He happened to want to go to Liulichang that day, so Wang Yunguang followed him to Liulichang when he had nothing to do.

In Jubao Pavilion, he and Wang Yunguang saw the collection tips that Yang Yukun gave to Yang Feng.

Seeing this disciple's collection experience, Baolanhou knew that compared to his master, his disciple was already far better than his master.

However, Wang Yunguang saw the commercial value of Yang Yukun's collection experience, so he asked him to come back and ask his disciple if he would like to submit this collection experience to the Imperial Ancient Books Publishing House for publication.

When he came back, he forgot about it because of some things. Today, when his disciple came to see him, he remembered that there was such a thing.

"I really haven't thought about it. Please go back and tell President Wang for me and forget about publishing it."

The purpose of writing this collection is that Yang Yukun wants to summarize what he has learned, seen and experienced in collecting for so many years. He has not thought about publishing it.

So forget it, he really has no idea in this regard, and he has never thought about being a part-time writer like his master.

"Okay, I'll tell Lao Wang later, I guess he will go find you by himself later."

Seeing that his disciple was not tempted by the publication of his collection experience, Baolanhou was not surprised at all. This had actually been expected by him.

When Wang Yunguang comes to find him later, he will tell him his disciple's decision.

He has been dealing with Wang Yunguang for so many years. Based on his understanding of Wang Yunguang, he will definitely not just let it go.

"Then you tell him not to waste his precious time, because the result is the same."

"Okay, I'll tell him."

"Master, you lose."

Yang Yukun smiled and checked his master with one move, winning the chess game.

Three is no more than four.In the three games just now, he just let the old man win, but he couldn't let the old man win forever, otherwise the old man would really think that his chess skills had deteriorated significantly and feel that playing was boring.

"I just won one game by luck. I beat you three games in a row. Come again."

"Got it."

Just as Yang Yukun and his master were getting ready to fight again, Liu Yuehua ran in from outside carrying his schoolbag and covering his head with his schoolbag.

"Grandpa, dad, mom, I'm back from school."

"Xiaohua."

"Uncle Kun, Auntie, you are here too. I went back to my room to do my homework."

"come over."

Yang Yukun waved to Liu Yuehua. He felt that this boy was a little abnormal today.

"Uncle Kun, I still have to do my homework."

"Stop blocking it. If you block it for a while, you can still block it until the swelling on your face subsides."

Yang Yukun pulled down the schoolbag that was covering Liu Yuehua's face. He saw that this kid was almost turning into a pig's head. No wonder he had to use his schoolbag to cover his face.

"Xiaohua, did you let someone beat you?"

Bashahou saw his grandson's face was bruised and bruised, and there were marks of being beaten on his arms, and he suddenly felt angry in his heart.

Whoever hit him was too cruel.

When Liu Yunguang and Hou Su'e saw that their son was injured, they quickly asked what was going on.

"Grandpa, dad, mom, you don't have to worry. This looks scary, but it's actually just a skin injury. It will be fine in two days."

"Damn it, who did it?"

Seeing her son's injuries, Hou Su'e almost cried with tears in her eyes.

Her son was even reluctant to beat her, and actually let outsiders beat him like this.

"Sister Hou, don't worry. Xiaohua's body is indeed covered with skin trauma. Go back to my place and get some medicinal wine for massage. He will be back to his original state in two days."

Yang Yukun checked Liu Yuehua's injuries and found that they were indeed skin injuries. There were no injuries to muscles or bones. They just looked scary.

At the same time, Yang Yukun was also very curious. This guy had followed him for four years in Guzhuang Boxing. Most people were really no match for him. Who gave him this skin injury?

Bashahou said: "Disciple, are you really okay?"

"Master, Sister Hou, brother-in-law, you can rest assured that your muscles and bones are not injured." Yang Yukun said: "Xiaohua, tell me, what happened?"

Liu Yuehua said: "Uncle Kun, I asked people from the Imperial Martial Arts Team to block the situation."

"The people from the Imperial Martial Arts Team blocked you. Why did the Imperial Martial Arts Team block you? When did you offend them?"

"The people from the martial arts class at Shichahai Sports School asked me to beat them up, and then they didn't respect martial arts and asked people from the Imperial Martial Arts Team to block me on the way home from school.

More than a dozen people surrounded me. Fortunately, I got your true biography. Fortunately, I haven't been lazy in these years, otherwise I might have been crippled by these people today. "

Liu Yuehua talked about his grudges with the martial arts class of Shichahai Sports School.

In fact, he didn't have much grudge against the martial arts class of Shichahai Sports School, it was just a small conflict.

The reason was that he went to play in Shichahai some time ago and met students from the martial arts class of Shichahai Sports School. He accidentally bumped into them.

But he apologized to the other party immediately, but he didn't expect that the other party wouldn't forgive him.

Then the fight started, and he defeated the opponent three times, five times and two times.

Then the other party told him not to leave if he had the ability, and ran back to call people from the martial arts class of Shichahai Sports School to beat him, but he was also put down.

I thought this would be the end of the matter, but I didn't expect that the other party was so ungrateful that he actually asked someone from the Imperial Martial Arts Team to block him on his way to school.

The people in the Imperial Martial Arts Team were indeed much stronger than the people in the Shichahai Sports School's Martial Arts Class. It took a lot of effort for him to knock down more than a dozen of his opponents, but he also suffered a lot of injuries. trauma. (End of chapter)