I didn't say much after that, and I didn't dare to ask too much, but I knew in my heart that Uncle Qiu must be an extraordinary person.

We talked about Huang Chao for a few more words, and then Uncle Qiu asked me what I had. After thinking about it, I explained what I had arranged this morning to Uncle Qiu, and even the things arranged to Guan Zhongmin were not hidden.

After hearing this, Uncle Qiu was in a state of uncertainty and finally sighed, "Maybe your approach is right." He smiled in his tone, and then he smiled in a flash: "Brother Yong, I said I was right. Just based on your ideas, I am also a person who does big things. Maybe I am old and always think about it carefully, but there is no such thing as this world. Just do what you think. Uncle supports you, and Dalang also lets him follow you. I will tell him to follow you back and let him follow you well. This is a blessing or a disaster, and there will be a decisive destiny!"

Seeing us talking, Huowa probably felt bored when he heard it, so he got up and walked towards the iron room. Uncle Qiu's iron room was in the yard, and Uncle Qiu and I didn't care about him either.

Uncle Qiu expressed his support for me, which made me feel much warmer. Just as I was about to say something, I saw Uncle Qiu running into the house again and taking out a brocade box.

Although I felt sorry for it, I couldn't help but feel happy. Uncle Qiu has another treasure.

The brocade box looks very beautiful, but when it is opened, the things inside look dilapidated. It is a set of bamboo slips and a black token.

The bamboo slips were already ragged, and the ropes had long since fallen off. The bamboo slips were stacked there. Although the black token on the other side did not rust, they also gave people a long-standing feeling.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: This thing seemed so old in the Tang Dynasty, and in modern times, it was even more of an antique among antiques.

Uncle Qiu said, "Brother Yong, I know you can read the text and make words. These two treasures were once my Zhou Jun. Uh, an old friend named Zhou specifically told me that it was a good thing and told me to keep it well. Oh, but, I am just a rough person, and I can't understand the words on it. Although Dalang knew some words, he didn't know any of the words on it. I'd better leave it to you."

Maybe I was afraid that I would like to despise this thing, so I said, "Brother Yong, don't look at these two things, but I heard Zhou... Mr. Zhou said that it has a lot of origin. If you still like it, you will reject it. If you don't like it, I won't force it." He said that Mr. Zhou was, always making trouble, and I don't know why.

I wouldn’t dislike ancient things. I’m afraid there will be no one in this world who will be more rare than me.

My heart was so excited that my hands were trembling. I carefully took the brocade box and said, "Don't dislike it or not, this is a good baby, a good baby."

Seeing that I didn't look fake, Uncle Qiu couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother Yong can recognize these words?"

I didn't even bother to answer Uncle Qiu's words. I carefully placed the brocade box on the table, pinched one of the bamboo slips with only two fingers, looked carefully, and said for a while: "Uncle, you seem to be a treasure from the pre-Qin period."

Uncle Qiu was overjoyed when he heard this, "It seems that Brother Yong is still awesome. He actually saw at a glance that this was a treasure from the Qin Dynasty. To be honest, my military advisor, uh, no, my friend Mr. Zhou once told me that this thing should be the overlord of the Western Chu king! So I asked me to put it on again and again. If I hadn't kept it carefully, I would have been burned by my kids as firewood."

I looked at the bamboo slips carefully and didn't pay much attention to what Uncle Qiu said, but suddenly I heard the words "The King of Western Chu" and still felt a trembling in my heart, "The King of Western Chu"?

Xiang Yu?

I denied it with a thought in my mind, thinking how the things from the King of Xi Chu fell into the hands of a blacksmith. But looking at Uncle Qiu's serious look, I was not embarrassed to disappoint him. No matter what, this thing is definitely an antique among antiques. To be honest, the reason I was only admitted to the history department of the university was because it was unpopular and relatively easy to take the exam. Another important reason was that I had always been interested in antiques. Of course, my purpose was not very pure, mainly because I wanted to learn more professional knowledge of antiques, hoping to pick up a leak one day so that I could make a fortune.

Now looking at these two things, although they are not porcelain or bronze, I know that I am in the Tang Dynasty and have not yet been in the ancient industry. At least Uncle Qiu will not be old and come to deceive me.

After all, I am not a big shot, right? Besides, Uncle Qiu doesn’t make money either.

Thinking of this, I looked at the black iron token carefully again, but saw a dragon engraved on it.

Although the color is worn, it is still clear and evident. The dragon is portrayed vividly, with its teeth and claws as if it is about to ascend from a token.

I thought to myself, just this texture, this year, and the carving workmanship, it would be worth it in modern times... Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Who knows, it's quite valuable anyway.

I reached out to pick up the token, and the weight of the iron was definitely the weight of the iron. No, it seemed to be a little heavier than the iron. At this time, I felt that the entrance was not cold, and it didn't look like iron, but the warmth was like wood.

Rosewood? The color is not similar, and the smell is not good. Anyway, it does not have the smell of iron, and it has a special fragrance, but it is not an ordinary wood fragrance.

Alas, with my eyesight, I can't tell what material it is for the time being. What if it's a good thing, it's a good thing anyway.

I was just delighted, and Uncle Qiu said again: "Brother Yong, you see that there is a dragon on the front, but there is a human figure on the back. The posture of this human figure is very strange..."

As soon as he said this, he heard Qiu Erlang shouting at the iron shop outside.

Uncle Qiu and I were both shocked. Not bad, something happened to Erlang.

The two of us turned around and ran to the iron shop outside. When we saw that Erlang was fine, we just pointed at Huowaer and looked shocked.

Seeing that Erlang was fine, Uncle Qiu scolded: "Erlang, you're not stupid!"

Erlang still pointed at Huowa in horror and said to Uncle Qiu: "A Da, look..."

Uncle Qiu and I looked in the direction Erlang pointed, and I was suddenly shocked and couldn't help but shout, "Huo kid! Throw it away!" At this moment, the blood in my body instantly condensed, and a wood in my body, and a tide of fear surged in my heart.

Uncle Qiu also shouted in a flash, turned around and shoveled a dustpan with a dustpan, which was about to splash over the fireboy's arm.

We were so frightened that we were not for anything else, just because the fire kid was holding a burning red iron stick in his hand.

The iron rod was all over red. It was obviously the iron tool that Uncle Qiu had just put in the iron stove. Before he could build it, he was picked up by the fire kid's bare hands.

This won't burn your hands!

But I was so anxious that my cold sweat flowed out in an instant, and I thought to myself: "It's over, Huo Wa's arm is considered useless."
Chapter completed!