The Nine Gates Admiral and the Invitation Box
The lanterns are just lit,
On the main road in front of the gate,
Han Chunming and Zhang Zheng each carried a bottle of wine and chatted as they slowly walked forward.
After splitting the money at the grocery store, the other three did not raise any constructive suggestions, so the four of them happily took the money and went home.
Zhang Zheng originally wanted to go home to rest, but when he heard Han Chunming say that he wanted to look for his master, the Nine Gates Admiral, he remembered that he hadn't been there for a while, so he decided to follow him to see the old man.
His master, the Commander of the Nine Gates, was an old man from the Qing Dynasty. His ancestor had been an official of the Nine Gates Commander in the imperial court. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, he had given himself such a title.
After a long time, the people around him slowly called him that. Some people respected him, while others teased him.
The old master had a strange personality. As long as you were in line with his temper, he would serve you well. If he did not like you, he would ignore you no matter what.
The old admiral of the Nine Gates was also considered half his master. If he did not visit him for a long time, he would not be able to bear the old admiral's nagging behind his back.
The old man's house was not far from the grocery store. In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the two of them strolled into his courtyard.
After entering the house, Zhang Zheng and Han Chunming slowed down their footsteps at the same time. Then, they smiled at each other and walked to the door of the house.
Han Chunming and Zhang Zheng sneaked a glance into the house like thieves and found the old man sitting on the Kang drinking wine.
Coincidentally, the old man was pouring wine into the glass, but not a single drop came out. When he looked carefully, it turned out that the bottle was empty.
The two of them chuckled when they saw this. Then, they opened the bottle cap of the wine they brought and blew on it gently.
The fragrance of the wine slowly drifted into the air and into the old man's nose.
"Grandsons, you came at the right time. You know that your grandfather has run out of wine!”
The old man sniffled and shouted without raising his head.
"You haven't told me what kind of wine we have.”
Zhang Zheng and Han Chunming didn't care when they saw that they had been exposed. They carried the wine bottle and walked to the Kang.
"Good wine, two bottles of wine for one yuan each!”
The old man raised his head and his gaze slowly followed the bottle.
"I admire your cat nose. It's worth one yuan.”
Han Chunming pointed at the Nine Gates Admiral and said with a smile.
After Zhang Zheng entered the door, he first greeted the old man. When he saw that his wine glass was empty, he very perceptively filled it up for him.
"Old Master, tonight, the three of us will have a good meal with your peanuts!”
"Get lost, you two brats. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it. If you have something to say, go back to where you came from. These two bottles of wine are not enough for me to drink alone!”
The Nine Gates Inspector saw that Zhang Zheng was about to pour wine for himself. He snatched the wine bottle from his hand and said rudely.
When Zhang Zheng heard this, he cried out in his heart that he had been wronged. Although in the past, he would only bring wine when he asked the old master for advice, this time, he really came to visit the old master.
Han Chunming, who was throwing peanuts into his mouth, paused when he heard the old man's words. Then, he smiled and said,
"Okay, okay, okay. It's like this. I saw a box of yellow rosewood.”
"Full?"
"No, the bottom is made of golden thread Phoebe wood, and there are a few lines of words on it.”
"The love of the chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after the pottery, the love of the lotus, who is it with me? Peony's love is suitable for everyone..."
Zhang Zheng, who was listening attentively, heard their conversation clearly.
The old man was referring to a kind of craftsmanship, which was an antique or furniture made of a single material.
On the way here, he kept asking Han Chunming about the purpose of this trip, but Han Chunming refused to tell him. It turned out that this kid had found a good treasure.
However, he probably wasn't sure if the treasure was real or not, so he came to the old master to verify it.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but become more focused and listen to the old man's explanation seriously.
"The post box you mentioned should have Lord Qianlong's signature below!”
"How did you know?"
Han Chunming slammed the table excitedly.
The Nine Gates Admiral raised his wine cup and took a small sip. Then, he slowly said,
"Lord Qianlong had a teacher from Huishan who worshipped Zhou Dunyi very much. There was a Zhou Lianxi Temple in Huishan that was built in the seventh year of Qianlong.
As for Lord Qianlong, he went to Mount Hui six times and visited Zhou Dunyi's ancestral hall twice. It could be seen that this story and the invitation box came from the same place.”
After listening to the old man's explanation, Han Chunming rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Old Master, you can continue drinking. I'll leave first.”
"Don't be anxious. Tell me where you saw the post box?”
"I saw it in my dream. See you!”
After saying that, Han Chunming stood up and ran out.
When Zhang Zheng saw Han Chunming's anxious expression, he immediately understood that this kid was probably going to look for the thread box he was asking about.
Hence, she hurriedly followed behind him and shouted,
"Chunming, you brat, you didn't even tell me you were looking for a treasure. Wait for me!”
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