Chapter 70: Nuhai Qiansha · Coral Tree

After the words of the dull oil bottle came out, I only found that Anin's expression was very indifferent, and it could even be said to be dull, which was very different from the previous look of flying. Now I was pressed on the ground by a dull oil bottle, and I didn't struggle, talk, or even look at us, as if this matter had nothing to do with her.
The fat man looked strange, and said, "It's a bit strange for his mother. I'm so scolded that she didn't respond. To be normal, I ran against her, and she kicked it early."
I knew he had black hands and asked him: "Did you just take a heavy hand just now? You can't tell what she said. I think it's because you're too ruthless and beat her up."
The fat man was furious and said, "You don't have any bullshit, can I treat a lady like this? I just pressed her foot just now, and it's still gentle, and I didn't even leave a stamp. If you don't believe me, ask Brother . "
The dull oil bottle made us stop arguing and said, "You can rest assured that there is nothing wrong with her, but her mind is not very clear and may be stimulated." Then he waved his hand in front of her again and beat one more Finger snapping, but Aning did not respond at all.
The fat man scratched his head, wondering if he understood, "Will this lady see something and startle you?"
I said, "This woman is terrible, and her skill is so good. How did she see me? How could such a person scare you? Don't be fooled by her. Maybe she is like this. Pretend. "
When the fat man heard it, he also doubted it and said, "You said it was good, the most poisonous woman's heart. Let's be more careful. Otherwise, let's throw a few slaps to her and see how she reacts? This woman is very strong. , Let's slap for a while, let her be a chaste girl, a copper-headed iron arm, and-- "
I do n’t know where he is, and he cursed: "Stop, you, watch too many revolutionary films, and want to learn the Kuomintang special agents? Look at her like this, do you have to go?"
The fat man raised his big slap, and flicked twice against A Ning's small face, and found that he really didn't take his hand. He deflated: "It's a pity that your fat man has never beaten a woman. Say what to do? "
I do n’t spend much time with her. I ’m going to judge her by pretending to be pretended by her movements. It ’s impossible at all, saying,
This matter ca n’t be judged for a while and a half. I think we tied her up and took it out first. Besides. When the time comes, call the police directly and let the police handle the matter. "
The fat man was furious: "Are you stupid or fake, our grandfather is fighting, do you know what is fighting? Give it to the police, do you hit your pig with your head?"
I was really embarrassed. When I was told by the fat man, I really wanted to slap myself. I said how my mother ’s mentality had n’t been adjusted. I thought of myself as the little boss of the antique stall. I said to the fat man Several times I went to the burrow to catch the duck and put myself on the shelf. I still thought of myself as a good citizen. I was used to finding a policeman with difficulty. When my mouth came out quickly, you just treated me as a fart. I said again. "
The fat man waved his hand and said, "Come on, I don't think there is any good way for you. We still look at this little brother. We are counting on you. The daylily is cold."
I was so tempered by him that he had to look at the dull oil bottle. He was looking at her eyes with a flashlight, watching us turn around and said, "No need to argue, her pupils are dull and the reaction is very slow. It ’s much more serious. It ’s impossible to pretend.

I think he seems quite sure, there is no reason to doubt, and asked him: "Can you see how it was caused?"
The oil bottle shook his head and said, "I only understand fur in this respect, and I heard it when I was doing the examination. If I need to judge further, I can't do anything and go to a professional hospital."
I sighed, remembering the woman's formerly high-spirited look, and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "That line, I watched it for a while and a half, and couldn't figure out what went wrong, let's stop thinking about it here, Take her out before talking. "
They didn't agree on this proposal, and they unanimously passed it. The fat man said to the stuffy oil bottle: "Then this is the way, don't rub it. This place is so evil. Let's look around. If there is nothing, go out quickly."
I had already forgotten where I was. As soon as he said it, he felt a chill and immediately wanted to leave, but it was difficult to say that the two of them had their own purposes. nod.
The fat man turned around immediately, and looked at the depth of the hole with a flashlight. I looked through the light of his flashlight. I saw that the hole was not very long. A few dozen steps away, I could see the bottom thing, but the flashlight penetrated. Not strong enough, just draw an outline.
My eyesight is not as good as a fat man, and I do n’t know what ’s in it. Now I can only hope that he ca n’t see anything. I ’ll die of this heart soon. I ca n’t stay in this place for a minute.
The fat man took a careful photo, and suddenly frowned, as if he saw something. I looked in his sight, but I couldn't see anything. I only heard him whisper and asked us, "Two people, look at this inside, is it a tree?"
I said "Ah", "How could there be a tree in the ancient tomb, there is no sunlight here, and no one is watering it. If there is a tree, it will be rotten."
The fat man has looked at it for a long time, and may not be sure, so I have to show it to me. I ca n’t help it, so I have to follow his meaning, but I ca n’t see clearly, and my eyes are falling fast and ambiguous. I saw something like a branch, the outline was quite familiar, but I couldn't remember what it was, and said to him: "I can't see clearly, but it is definitely not a tree."
The fat man took another photo, and said stubbornly: "I look like a tree, you see it still gleaming with golden light. Do you believe us in the past?"
I saw that his drunkard meant not to drink, and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know what abacus you played, even if there is a golden tree inside, can you carry it?"
The fat man did n’t take it easy to see that it was taken out by me. He said, "Can you carry it? You have to go and see. Maybe you have some small pieces on the side. If you say we did n’t come in, it ’s okay. Now come in. , Seeing something good, we have to take a tour anyway! Besides, we came in here, it ’s not deep, it ’s going to happen early, nothing terrible, right?

I am annoyed, but there is no way. I know the logic of the fat man very well. Sightseeing and sightseeing, and taking it out after observation, this guy is a reincarnation of a demon, whoever encounters it is unlucky.
I just wanted to satirize him. I saw that the dull oil bottle made individual noisy gestures and said softly: "Follow me all, don't leave behind." He said he didn't look back and walked straight into the darkness.
The fat man watched overjoyed and picked up Aning and followed. I just felt weird, but the stuffy oil bottle was in a hurry. I had no time to think about it, so I had to limp and follow up.
The dull oil bottle walked quickly in front. This brick hole is the same width from the inside to the outside. There is not much road from our location to the bottom of the hole. We quickly came to the so-called tree. It's the innermost part of the whole brick hole. When the stuffy oil bottle lifted the flashlight and took a photo, we saw its true face.
It's a huge white coral, which is taller than one person. It is divided into twelve branches. It is divergent. The shape is indeed very similar to a tree. The whole coral is well carved, but the texture is very ordinary, not very precious.
The coral is planted in a huge porcelain basin, pressed with pebbles, and there are many small golden bells hanging on its branches. The golden light that fat people see should be reflected by these bells. But these bells are definitely not made of gold, because patina has already appeared in their gaps, the material inside is estimated to be brass, and the appearance has been gilded to maintain the current gloss.
The fat man was so disappointed that he did n’t see the golden tree, but he did n’t give up. He took photos of other places and asked me, "Xiao Wu, do you think this coral is worthless?"
I still have research on this. Thinking of his virtue just now, I ran into him and said, "It's not that I'm hitting you, this quality, the market price is 16 yuan per pound, it's already pretty good."
The fat man heard half-belief, and then asked the dull oil bottle. The dull oil bottle nodded. He suddenly became depressed and scolded: "Fuck, I thought it was developed this time. His mother's result was still empty."
I chuckled and said, "Fat man, don't be discouraged. I tell you that although the coral is not valuable, but look at the bell on it, these are good things."
The fat man didn't believe me and said, "I see you with a smirk on your face, don't be ridiculous. I have also fallen a lot on this broken bell, which is a thousand pieces. Where do you say the value is?"
I said, "As far as your business acumen is concerned, of course, I can't see it. To tell you the truth, I can't estimate the specific value, but it is definitely worth more than the same volume of gold. Look at the patterns on these bells, which are older than the Ming Dynasty. Early, at that time it was considered an antique, do you understand me? "
The fat man was stunned by me, and I didn't know if what I said was true. I looked at it with pleasure and never broke it. In fact, I can't see the origin of these bells. The bells are also regarded as unpopular in antiques. The most commonly poured are porcelain and pottery. The metal things will rust and require special preservation methods. These techniques are only large. The museums in China can be used. Even if the people are rich, they ca n’t afford such tossing. Moreover, the bell is more complicated in the metalware. There are many small parts, which are well preserved and very precious.
The fat man thought about it for a while, but still didn't believe me, I wanted to pick one down and look at it. The stuffy oil bottle grabbed him and said, "Don't move."
The fat man has stepped on the pebble basin with one foot, and he was pulled down by him. He felt strange and asked him what was going on. The oil bottle ignored him. Instead, he asked me, "Do you remember this? Where have you seen this kind of bell? "