Chapter 125: Up the beam and lift the tiles

The Cheng Mansion is in Anxingfang, northeast of Chang'an. The Qin Mansion is diagonally opposite to the Cheng Mansion. The two Dukes’ Mansions occupy a whole fang area. In other words, the Dukes’ Mansion of Lu has the large fang area where the Lin family is located.

Ignoring the strange gaze of the gatekeeper of Cheng's mansion, Wang Kuang attached himself and looked at the two stone drums in front of Duke Lu's mansion, a little shocked. He had not seen some stone drums in front of the ancient house before, but those stone drums were simply pediatric compared to the ones in front of him. It was not that the pair of stone drums were so big, but that they were carved incredibly exquisitely. Both stone drums were half a person tall, and the drums were not very large, occupying only half of the height. However, the Qilin carrying the stone drums lying beneath were the most exquisitely carved that Wang Kuang had ever seen. Wang Kuang didn't know what kind of carving was in front of the palace gate. Maybe the carving in front of the palace gate could be better than the ones in front of him, but Wang Kuang would enter through the side door every time he entered the palace. His identity was absolutely not qualified to enter through the main gate.

The stone drum is carved from a whole piece of blue-gray basalt. Not to mention the carving of the kirin ciliates below, the patterns on the stone drum can definitely be considered a national treasure in later generations. Just the fine cloud is a skilled carving, and it may not be carved for less than half a year. This is definitely a purely manual work, unlike the carvings of later generations. There are also many power tools that are completely carved by people. What is rare is that they know that this is chiseled out, but the connection between the patterns is very smooth and there is no trace of artificial trace at all. It feels like they are printed out with a three-dimensional printer in later generations.

"What? Erlang likes it? Unfortunately, I can't send you. I can't help you to go to prison. When your Sanlang becomes an official in the future, he will give him a pair, but it's not so good, and he must meet his grade." Cheng Chumo, who came out after hearing the news, saw Wang Kuang leaning over and counting how many clouds were carved on the stone drum, patting his shoulder and smiling: "But if Erlang wants to carve some other things and put them at home to play with, that's OK. If you really like it, tell me a style and ask someone to find a craftsman."

"Uh." Wang Kuang was speechless about Cheng Chumo who always wanted to give him things at any time. This second-generation ancestor was completely unaware that the firewood and rice were expensive. When he was good to a person, he wanted to give all his belongings. No wonder the old devil had to hide the good things and refused to see them for the little devil. I'm afraid that the little devil liked to deliver things everywhere. Just say that the can of chili sauce last time, the little devil was still exchanged for it at a very high price. Moreover, during the time he met Wang Kuang, the little devil had moved many of the four treasures of the study, books and so on in his father's study. Fortunately, he had moved many of the four treasures of the study, books and so on in his father's study.

The old devil's four treasures in the study were basically just a face-saving project, and he didn't care much, so he would just add it if he was less. The only time that made the old devil get angry was that a Buddhist scripture that the emperor praised was actually made was the little devil's fault. So the old devil said that he wanted to call Wang Kuang to see what kind of thing it was? He could even let his little cower and get rid of things repeatedly. In addition, he saw Wang Erlang's so-called ability to cure illness, so he simply called Old Man Qin over. Later, he heard that Old Man Yuchi's precious son also praised Wang Erlang. Yes, the three old guys just got together.

Wang Kuang held Wang Xian's hand and followed Cheng Chumo and walked in. When he entered the door, Huang Da who was following him was stopped because Huang Da was dressed in a housemate and had a food box in his hand. Therefore, the Cheng family thought that he was a family member and the guests' families could not go to the hall, especially now the three dukes were sitting in the hall.

"This is a certain brother." From the bottom of his heart, Wang Kuang did not think of Huang Da as his family. This was a strong man. It can be said that it was not Wang Kuang who was kind to Huang Da now, but Huang Da had great kind to Wang Kuang. Just because Wang Kuang was not happy to underestimate Huang Da. Huang Da had to regard himself as Wang Kuang's family, but Wang Kuang had no choice, but it did not mean that he did not mind the attitude of the unexpected to Huang Da. Therefore, even in the Lin Mansion, Huang Da still had a small house. The Lin family's servants were not mentioned, but the status of Manager Li, was in such a position that he did not dare to neglect when he saw Huang Da. Otherwise, Wang Kuang would be unhappy and Old Master Lin could beat them to the bottom for at least a day.

There is a reason why the Cheng family stopped Huang Da. Most of these Cheng family members were old men who had been fighting with the old devil king for many years. They were very sensitive to the aura emitted by Huang Da. That's right, it was the cold aura that had killed people. Any servant who had killed people on the battlefield was very familiar with this feeling. Just kidding, although the three dukes in the hall were not afraid of anyone, if something happened, they would always be punished. It would be better to be careful.

"Don't die!" Cheng Chumo had heard Xu Guoxu talk about Huang Da. Moreover, he had just met Wang Erlang for the first few times. Huang Da always stood quietly not far from Wang Kuang. Cheng Chumo could definitely confirm that if he really had a slight unfriendly move towards Wang Erlang, Huang Da could block it as quickly as possible. In other words, recently, he and Wang Erlang always had a hand in his arms, and Huang Da had just relaxed. Judging from the scene in the East City, Cheng Chumo had made Huang Da's idea, but he failed, and later he gradually gave up. This time, when he saw his servants stop Huang Da, Cheng Chumo was a little angry. Wang Erlang's brother was a certain brother. Even if he didn't have Wang Erlang, he would never treat him like an ordinary white civilian just for Huang Da's skills.

"Did you guys who don't have the eyesight to see each other? Did you call Huang Dalang brothers?" Cheng Chumo raised his foot and kicked a servant who was about to lure Huang Da aside. The servant covered his butt and looked bitter: "You little master, you didn't explain again. You have to explain it earlier. Can you stop me? You owe a bunch of money again."

"It's yours!" Cheng Chumo glared at him, reached out to untied the purse from under his waist, and threw it over with the entire purse: "Hold it, count it yourself, remember what you have too much, so you can save trouble in the future." After saying that, it was not right: "I give you so much this time, and one kick can only be counted as eight liters in the future!"

Wang Kuang finally understood. It turned out that this little devil would have to pay for the servants if he kicked someone? This is new. If the little devil gave it willingly, Wang Kuang would never believe it. Look at his bargaining look just now, he guessed that this idea should be made by the old devil or Cheng Chumo's mother.

"Oh my mother." As soon as the servant poured out the things in his purse, his whole face looked more like a bitter melon. That was not a string? Those pieces of silver alone were worth a lot, more than Yishen! How many feet should I change? He quickly packed the purse, ran the first two steps to Cheng Chumo and hung it on his waist, nodding and bowing to please: "Young master will give it to you in the future, but I can't bear to eat your ruthless feet. One foot is enough, that's enough."

"Hey, but you said it yourself." Cheng Chumo looked proud and squeaked at Wang Kuang, which meant: I would be foolish when I saw it.

This is a typical way to make a public phone call of 40 cents and then take out a hundred-dollar bill to make someone find a way. Wang Kuang Ran was stupid. Could it be that Cheng Chumo was still the ancestor of this move?

"What's the point of being a little bastard outside? Why don't you roll in quickly?" At this time, a loud shouting sound like a bell came from the hall. Cheng Chumo heard it and his head slid to the side, stretched his head to protect him. Then he turned around and looked around, then blushed and explained to Wang Kuang: "I'm afraid of being beaten by the old man, hehe!" After that, he explained to Wang Kuang in a low voice: "I've practiced this. If I don't hide, the old man will really beat him and kick him, but as long as I jump, Ichigura will be fine. It's not okay to be true. I still have ruthlessness, as long as I scream, hehe."

Poor parents in the world, who is willing to hurt their children? As long as they don’t make big mistakes, at most they are just the intention. Looking at Cheng Chumo’s appearance, he probably has figured out the mentality of the old devil. He doesn’t make big mistakes, but he keeps making small mistakes. Anyway, he is sure that the old devil is not really willing to beat him.

After Cheng Chumo entered the hall, Wang Kuang stopped for a while before he got used to the dark light in the hall. It would be better for Fulai Inn, including Sun's Mansion, the hall was transformed into a bright hall by himself. Seeing Wang Kuang frowned slightly, Cheng Chumo didn't know what Wang Kuang was thinking. He had seen the changes in the Lin Mansion these days. Unlike the first time, when he went to Lin Mansion recently, the hall was bright and bright, so there would be no need to adapt to it when people enter. He laughed and poked Wang Kuang: "How is it? Erlang, will Gai'er help with the transformation tomorrow?"

"Aren't you burning tiles? Just take some for a replacement." Wang Kuangcai didn't want to do this physical work. Even if he didn't have to do it, he would just need physical strength while standing there.

"What are you changing? Little bastard, tell me clearly, are you trying to lift the tiles again?" The loud voice rang again. Wang Kuang saw clearly the person sitting in the hall. A gray-white bearded big horse golden sword sitting on the main seat, holding a small tea cup like a palm-shaped big fan, which was really disproportionate. It was the person who spoke. Needless to ask, you could tell at this glance that it was Cheng Yaojin, the demon king of the world. It seemed that his ears were not ordinary, and Cheng Chumo was also heard by him. As for the two sitting next to him, one of whom was half lying on the recliner that Wang Kuang "invented" was definitely the so-called sick Qin Qiong, but his face did not look like he was sick. On the other side, the big horse golden sword sitting like Cheng Yaojin, there was no doubt that it was Old Man Yuchi. The old man looked not as ugly as the door god painting, but he looked a little more handsome than Cheng Yaojin.

"Hehe, Dad, you're right. You're going to lift the tiles." Cheng Chumo smiled.

"It's a rebellion, I'll settle the score with you later!" Cheng Yaojin glanced at Wang Kuang: "Is this Wang Erlang you often talk about?"
Chapter completed!