Autumn in Qingzhou has always had little rain, and it usually rains late at night, and then clears up in the morning. But today is quite different from the past. After noon, the originally gentle breeze gradually became crazy, and the bright red clouds scattered in the sky.

Finally, the surroundings became more and more dull, and a dazzling lightning flashed across the gradually darkening blue sky, indicating that a mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Luokui looked at the dim sky, picked up the ink-colored oil-paper umbrella at the base of the wall, and ordered Dingxiang to prepare dinner. She also ordered Du Heng to hitch a gray carriage and drove to the intersection of Shengze Street. She looked around for a long time before getting out of the car and hurriedly turned around.

Entering the back street of Shengze, a gust of wind blew past, and the broad sycamore leaves fluttered to the ground, and then quickly rolled to the base of the wall. There were dark yellow leaves falling on her temples. She stretched out her hand to brush them down, as if

A flying butterfly landed on my fingertips.

At the end of the low wall stood an inconspicuous house. A small courtyard was enclosed by a bamboo fence. The old green bricks and tiles were visible. The dark yellow bamboo curtain was half rolled up. There was only a plaque on the eaves of the corridor with a letter.

"Guwu Zhai" has three simple characters, and an exquisite copper bell hangs under the eaves. It rings coldly and crisply in the wind, as if it is coming from the horizon.

Luokui raised the bamboo curtain, and her eyes suddenly darkened. She squinted her eyes for a long time, and then she could see clearly in the gray mist. The store was the same as usual, not even the lights were lit, and only the light from the bamboo curtain was

With a little light coming through, Jingmo could be vaguely seen lying on the cabinet, sleeping soundly.

The shopkeeper was really leisurely in her work. She pursed her lips and smiled, then tiptoed in, put the folded oil-paper umbrella behind Jingmo's neck, leaned next to his ear, and suddenly shouted: "Robbery, it will be worth the money soon."

Hand over everything."

Jingmo panicked and jumped three feet high. Although his face was confused and frightened, he blurted out: "There is nothing valuable here, they are all fakes, just for sex."

As expected, you are a cheeky person that is rare to see in a thousand years. Luo Kui smiled and said: "With your appearance, it is more cost-effective to steal wealth."

Hearing this, Jingmo came back to his senses, his beautiful eyes widened, he grabbed Luokui's hair tightly, biting her name at the root of his teeth: "Shui Luokui! If you scare me out of here, you'll be fine.

You have to support me for the rest of my life."

Luokui slapped his hand repeatedly, until the back of his hand turned red. She let go and hid aside, then smiled casually: "As long as you pay enough for food, it doesn't matter if I feed you for the rest of your life, but you were so arrogant just now."

The way you scream will scare Qu Lian. If she is frightened, I will take over your shop and let me see what you pay for the meal."

Qian Cai was a thorn in Jingmo's side, and if he wanted to take over the shop, he would be tearing out this thorn in his side. He felt so distressed that he had no choice but to suppress his anger in his heart, almost causing internal injuries.

After a long time, Jingmo actually raised his hand to put his arm around Luokui's shoulders and smiled affectionately: "We are childhood sweethearts and we are engaged. As long as you are not afraid of me yelling, it doesn't matter whether Qu Lian is afraid or not."

"Bah, don't flatter yourself, Su Zi and I are serious childhood sweethearts." Luo Kui spat at him, her body was as slippery as a fish, and she slipped out of his arms gently and deftly.

"Then." Jingmo rolled his dark eyes and smiled, "Then we fell in love at first sight."

Luo Kui smiled brightly and said: "Don't say it in such a nice way, we are obviously getting tired of each other for a long time."

Jingmo's smile was already a little forced, and he moved the corners of his lips with difficulty: "You can't drive me away even if I'm tired of it. I won't leave anyway, so I'm relying on you."

The atmosphere was a bit strange, and the ambiguity flowed gently, like thick clouds before heavy rain, layer upon layer. Luokui was filled with embarrassment and discomfort. She lowered her head and eyebrows and calmed down, then smiled as usual: "I created this in my previous life." What the hell did I do to offend such a scoundrel like you?" She pursed her lips and smiled, leaning on the cabinet and picking up a hand cup with pastels and gold. The coloring and gold were exquisite, but the quality was a bit new: "Newly received. ?”

Jingmo poured himself a drink: "I just harvested it yesterday." He looked up at Luokui and made a silent gesture: "Okay, no need to say any more, as soon as you curled your lips, I knew it was broken again. This thing is a trap."

"You also know that this is a crappy thing. I told you a long time ago that the streets in Shengze are all fake. You don't believe it. You have to spend a lot of money to buy it. If you really have the kindness and financial resources, don't go there. You have been made a laughing stock by those who swindled money. Can you please help me, a poor person, first?" Luo Kui placed the cup on the table hard, making a heavy touching sound.

This crisp sound hit Jingmo's heart impartially. Even if it was a fake, Jingmo bought it with real money and silver. Naturally, he felt distressed. He quickly copied it and rubbed it on his sleeve, and then compared it with the light. After comparing it, it looked like it was in good condition, so I felt at ease.

Looking around, there seems to be a lot of valuable things in this room, such as porcelain from the five famous kilns, calligraphy and paintings from the four famous kilns, gold, silver, and bronze items. However, few of them are authentic. The furthest estimate It was issued the year before last, but Jingmo thought it was from a thousand years ago and exchanged it for real money.

"How dare you laugh at me? Who told you not to help me keep an eye on it? If you, the eldest lady of the Jinshi family, were willing to help me keep an eye on it, how could I suffer a big loss? It's all your fault. , you pay me the money, pay me the money." What Jingmo is best at is to move the trouble eastward, and rake it backwards. After all, it turns out to be Luokui's fault. He confidently stretched out a hand and asked for money.

What's even more strange is that Luokui actually felt that she was wronged and blushed, lowering her eyebrows and smiling happily: "Is it open today?"

Jingmo shook his head dejectedly, sighed and was about to say something, when he heard the rustling of the bamboo curtain. A servant lowered his eyebrows and bowed to open the curtain. A paunchy man in fine clothes was introduced, wearing gold and silver. It's dizzying. As soon as you enter the door, you touch this and look at that.

Seeing this scene, Jingmo suddenly smiled, approached him diligently, and began to brag about what he called the treasure of the store. Although his eyesight was poor, his eloquence was still very good. A few fake antiques are not a piece of cake.

Luokui raised her head and caught a glimpse of the person coming in the dim light. She couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows. Qingzhou City is really small. In such a remote place, you can meet familiar people. You can't tell if it's a real chance encounter or intentional. , this person has a good background, he is a ruthless person who can make Qingzhou City shake three times when he stomps his feet, but he usually does good things and does bad things, so letting him suffer losses and scatter money can be regarded as doing good deeds. She shrank with a cold expression. He shrunk his body and carefully hid his whole body in a dark and difficult-to-discern corner, not wanting to reveal himself in front of this person.

However, if the counterfeiting incident comes to light in the future and the accounts are settled later, Beijing and Mo will probably end up in a loss of words, and they will not be able to end up well without something to go out with. Luokui kept thinking about it over and over again, but she did not intend to stop it. Jing Mo just watched coldly from afar in the shadows, sipping the bitter tea.

The visitor didn't say a word, but the boy shouted with great pride that he wanted to pick out some good vases. As soon as he said this, Jingmo was overjoyed, and held out three vases as precious as treasures, and his mouth was filled with laughter. With his mouth, he boasted these bottles as treasures that could only be found in heaven and could only be smelled in the world.

Luokui laughed silently. Those three bottles were indeed very beautiful, and the gold and color paintings were very exquisite. It was a pity that they were a little young. They were clearly items that were only produced in the porcelain town at the beginning of the year, but they were regarded as buried in the soil by Jingmo. Five hundred years old, I asked a high price, and I felt at ease, without feeling any regret.

The fragrant tea was still warm in her hand, and Jingmo was already happily counting her coins. Luo Kui lamented in her heart that he really had no chance to have face as a thing. She was nestled in a wicker chair, her pear swirling gently, her smile was bright, and her bright eyes were playful. Looking at him: "Are your hands cramped?"

Jingmo didn't even look at her, but lightly opened the copper lock on the lacquered money box, carefully tapped the silver coins, and locked it as carefully as if he were collecting an ancestral treasure. He kept giggling: "It's nothing to have a cramp in your hand, there is money." That's the most important thing, and more importantly, it's enough for me to go to Shengze Street and buy a few good things."

Luokui sprayed the tea all over the floor with a "pop" sound: "You took real gold and silver and exchanged it for a room full of fake antiques at a high price, and then waited for a long time before you could sell one as a real thing. Do you have a grudge against silver? ah."

"I have no grudge against the money, but against the rich. I am robbing the rich to give to the poor." Jing Mo smacked his lips, took a sip of tea, and laughed with peace of mind.

"That's right, rob my father's wealth to help your own poverty." The end of Jingmo's voice was intercepted by a pretty girl's voice, and the figure in a yellow shirt and yellow skirt rushed in like a gust of wind, grabbing a girl who had just left the house. All the objects of the tea ceremony were smashed to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground were like sharp white blades, cutting Jingmo into a cold air.

Seeing Qu Lian come in, Luokui spit out another sip of tea, choked and coughed repeatedly, lamenting in her heart, it's such a pity that this rare new tea has not been drunk a few times, and now it is spitting out several mouthfuls, how much money has been wasted , she had already recognized the man in fine clothes just now, and naturally knew that he was Qu Lian's biological father, Qu Tianxiong, the head of the Qu family. She hid her figure and pretended not to recognize him, so it was natural that it was difficult to meet him. He also expected that Qu Lian would know about this matter sooner or later, but he didn't expect that good things would spread thousands of miles without going out, and bad things would spread thousands of miles with just a cup of tea. The fact that he was deceived in the Jingmo store spread so quickly to Qu Lian. in the ears.

It is said that Qu Tianxiong started from scratch, and after decades of hard work, he finally became the second richest man. However, because he did not study much when he was young, he was often joked behind his back that he was an illiterate rich man. He really lived up to that sentence, young and strong If you don't work hard, you will be sad. So in order to be less sad and laugh less, Qu Tianxiong prefers to buy some antiques, calligraphy and paintings to decorate the facade. What he hates most on weekdays is being deceived by fakes, but he also I can't stop myself from being deceived all the time.

Qu Lian was filled with rare anger, her jade fingers as green as green trembling with anger, she clicked on his forehead and opened her mouth to curse: "Jing Mo, you are just a money addict, you are just cheating and deceiving others, that's all. You actually deceived my father, tell me, do you want to open this store?"
Chapter completed!