Lu Shu opened the car door and was about to get in the car when she suddenly found an old man sitting in the car. When she suddenly saw that the old man in front of her looked a little familiar. After a closer look, Lu Shu's face immediately showed a surprise expression.

Canghai put Lu Shu's luggage in the back compartment, closed the back door and was about to go over and introduce him, but he heard Lu Shu scream. Thinking that something was going on, he came to Lu Shu with a trot.

Lu Shu opened her eyes wide and looked at Qu Guowei like a little fan.

"You are Qu Guowei Teacher Qu, right?" Lu Shu asked very happily.

Qu Guowei smiled on his face, and when he heard Lu Shu's question, he slightly sternly, looked like a hypocritical master, nodded and let out a huh from his nose.

"You know me?"

Qu Guowei knew that the girl in front was Cang Hai's girlfriend, and he was originally going to say hello with a happy look, but who knew that the little girl actually knew him, and there was a little worship in her eyes. The old man suddenly returned to his style as a big collector and connoisseur.

Since he got here, or had known Canghai, Qu Guowei's name has not been taken seriously by Canghai, and the old man could not show off because Qu Guowei saw that Canghai was just a donkey, and he still wanted to Canghai and was waiting for the reward and sacrifice.

As for the villagers in Sijiaping Village, they didn’t know what the collector was, so they didn’t respect Qu Guowei much.

Everyone is used to being poor, there are no antiques at home, and there are no valuable things. They are not going to rush to curry favor with Qu Guowei. How could the old man Qu Guowei look like outside in Sijiaping Village? It is like playing a TV show or participating in any event. He always huddled around Teacher Qu Mr. Qu and shouted non-stop.

Now Lu Shu's appearance made Qu Guowei almost burst into tears: Finally, there is a person who knows the goods around Canghai, who knows our name!

"How could I not know you? My brother had asked you to identify a calligraphy and painting before. After you only looked at half of the scroll, you concluded that it was the original. Now the painting is still hanging at my brother's house. My brother is so happy when he talks about picking up a bargain," Lu Shu said with a smile.

Due to family reasons, Lu Shu has been exposed to traditional culture since she was a child. Although she does not collect anything, she knows that Qu Guowei is not only a collector, but also a great scholar. She has a wide range of historical and cultural traits. Although she is not very famous in society, she has a profound attainment in traditional culture and can be ranked among the top ten in the country.

This kind of depth is not something that is blown up, but it is really amazing. It is definitely not the so-called people on TV. They move a table and talk nonsense about history in "The Analects of Confucius", or the First Emperor is the son of the singer, because his mother is Zhao Ji! This kind of nonsense has no historical knowledge, just to compare with the guys who are favored by the people, and they are really a master of Chinese studies.

Qu Guowei couldn't remember it anymore, but it was not surprising. Firstly, Qu Guowei was older and his memory was a little worse than when he was young. Secondly, he didn't know how many people he had identified antiques in calligraphy and painting, but how could he remember so many people?

When Cang Hai saw Lu Shu's appearance, he felt a little delicious: Isn't it just an old man? As for seeing him so happy? It seems to be three points happier than when I saw me just now!

Thinking of this, the matter of Cang Haijue’s final sacrifice to the armor was delayed, so old man is not a good thing!

"I have heard you talk about Shenzi's theory before, and it benefits a lot..." Lu Shu completely turned on the mode of a little fan.

Canghai never expected that Lu Shu had such a side, and she looked like a star-chasing fan in front of Qu Guowei.

"Oh! Why is the difference between people so big? It's a pity for you to follow Cang Hai, an ignorant boy." Qu Guowei glanced at Cang Hai, thought that Cang Hai had always taken himself seriously and said sighingly.

Cang Hai was not prepared and just let it go. He asked Qu Guowei directly: "Are you planning to take a taxi to the airport?"

This is obvious: You old man annoyed me, believe it or not, I will let you take a taxi to the airport?

When Qu Guowei heard this, he was stunned for a moment, smiled bitterly and pointed at Canghai: "Boy who never suffers a loss!"

After saying that, he waved to Lu Shu: "Little girl, come up and go to the airport to meet an old friend. I have something to show my old friend. You may have heard of it, Xu Sheng."

"Teacher Xu Sheng? That Xu Sheng, the master of calligraphy and painting?" Lu Shu got into the car and asked immediately.

"That's that old guy!" Qu Guowei was so proud in his heart.

After getting in the car, he sat on the air seat next to Qu Guowei. Lu Shu saw the bamboo tube in Qu Guowei's hand and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Cricket!" said Qu Guowei.

When Lu Shu heard this, she opened her mouth and asked, "Is it a cricket used to fight?"

Seeing Qu Guowei nodding, Lu Shu asked again: "What kind of variety is it? Is it big black green teeth, or crab shell green, green numb head or black gold red?"

When Qu Guowei heard this, his eyes lit up immediately. He turned his body and looked at Lu Shu and asked, "Didn't you expect that you little girl knows this?"

"I know, when I was in the capital, my third grandfather liked to play this. If you have any questions, you will find someone to fight in autumn. In the past, he had a very powerful fighter and won the insect king for a year..." Lu Shu said.

When Qu Guowei heard this, he asked again: "Then I will test you, what kind of tank should I use to raise this cricket?"

"The jars for raising insects include pottery and porcelain, but the most important thing is to use the jars made of clear mud. They must have large mouths, thick walls and deep bores, and also have lids," Lu Shu said.

Qu Guowei clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that little girl, you are also a fellow fellow. Come on, come on, let me see me, the insect!"

After saying that, Qu Guowei carefully took away the grass stuffed at the mouth of the bamboo tube, and put it in front of Lu Shu with one hand. Lu Shu narrowed one eye, looked at the insects in the bamboo tube with one eye, and then praised: "Good insects, big teeth, thick neck, and long legs..."

When Cang Hai heard Lu Shu talk nonstop behind him, he was stunned. If it weren't for the appearance of his girlfriend in the rearview mirror, Cang Hai would have thought that he had seen the Eight Banners Playboy walking out of TV, or a female playboy.

Canghai looked depressed, and Qu Guowei was happy behind him and smiled with joy, as if he had seen a close friend.

The old and the young talked all the way, without stopping, and they were very sensible.

Waiting for Canghai to drive the car to the city airport, the two of them had not finished chatting yet.

"Okay, okay, I'm here, I'm here, Uncle Qu, when will your friend arrive?" Cang Hai found a seat and stopped the car.

The small airport in the city is not big, and the so-called terminal building is just a four-story building. It looks only about one hundred meters long and three meters high, which is not as good as the airport in the province, and not as good as the international airport in the Magic City. In short, it looks very shabby. You can see some small regional aircraft parked on the apron in the parking lot.

"I'm here, I'll call them to ask later." Qu Guowei saw that he had arrived at the airport, so he took out his cell phone in his pocket.

After chatting for a few words, I put down the phone and said to Canghai: "Go directly to Exit 2. They have arrived and are waiting for us at Exit 2."

After hearing this, Canghai started the car and followed his phone to go to exit No. 2.

When I went out on the second day, I saw five or six people gathering together. There was an old man with a Mediterranean hair lit up in the middle, looking around on tiptoe.

Seeing Canghai's car coming, he immediately waved his hand happily to attract Canghai's attention and waited for Canghai to lean on the side of the road. The man opened the car door without any haste.

"Let me see!" The old man asked when he saw Qu Guowei.

Qu Guowei didn't say anything, and after getting off the car, he handed the bamboo tube in his hand to the old man. The old man held the bamboo tube as if he had found a treasure and immediately waved his hand behind him. An instantly, a man in his thirties rushed over and took out a gray-brown pottery jar from the suitcase he carried with him.

The old man gently tapped the bamboo tube, and after a while, the insects in the bamboo tube fell into the clay pot.

"Good insect!" The old Mediterranean man praised.

"Slightly worse than my Qingtou General."

These words made Qu Guowei unhappy: "Brave! Don't believe it and fight?"

"Dou, fight, do you think I will be afraid of you, but your insect body seems to be slightly smaller than my blue head. If you bite it, don't blame me," the old Mediterranean asked with a smile.

"If you lose, it is incompetent! Don't talk nonsense and see the truth on the field!" Qu Guowei's stubborn temper came up.

"Okay! Take me the things and we'll fight!" said the old Mediterranean man.

Cang Hai was stunned when he saw this, thinking that he was so he set up a cricket fight at the airport gate. It was so long to see!

After thinking about it, he asked casually: "Are you allowed to bring this on the plane?"

Cang Hai's words attracted the attention of a twenty-year-old young man next to him. The young man looked at Cang Hai and said lightly: "We are on a private plane!"

The expression seemed to be a fool.

Cang Hai thought to himself: I'll go there, any time a person who plays a worm can run around on a private plane!

Just as Canghai was thinking about it, the two old men had already set up a rack. The young man following the old man took out a slightly larger gray square pottery jar, the other one took out a stand, and made a small table with a square height of 20 cm a few times. Looking at the appearance of the small table, it was just enough to put on a gray square pottery jar.

Seeing this stance, Canghai could only shout in his heart: City can play!

There are always some cars parked and waiting to solicit customers at the airport. Seeing the two old men in this pose, some idle men came over.

"What are you doing?"

"It seems like a cricket fight!"

"Oh, the latest news, I have never seen someone fight this thing when I grow up."

Soon a group of people gathered here, and the inner and outer layers were very lively.

Cang Hai stretched his head and looked at the square pottery basin. He saw that Qu Guowei had put his insects in the pot, and the old Mediterranean man was slowly leading the insects into the pottery basin.

When both crickets entered the basin, the two little insects began to whine almost at the same time, and the chirping sound was very crisp and pleasant.

At this time, the old Mediterranean man took a grass stem from his hand and began to scratch their long beards on the foreheads of the two crickets. After a few scratches, the two crickets face to face. When the two insects were paired with their eyes, they quickly got together. As soon as they touched the two small insects, they immediately started to churn.

Good guy!

Canghai saw the first time watching cricket fighting, and saw two little insects smacking in the jar, like two masters of kung fu, rolling together. It was dazzling to see people, and they couldn't tell which one was just which one. After only two or three seconds, the battle ended with a long leg.

The winner continued to sing proudly, while the defeated one began to crawl along the wall of the can, without seeing the agility he had just now, looking like he was lost.

Like crickets, the winning Qu Guowei was dancing in a flash, while the defeated Mediterranean was dejected.

"Hahaha, old guy, are you convinced?"

Qu Guowei's appearance is quite hateful now. Not to mention the Mediterranean, Canghai looks a little unhappy. If you say you win, just win. After winning, you will sprinkle salt on the wounds. The old man is inauthentic!

Before the old Mediterranean man could answer, a roar suddenly came from outside the crowd: "What are you doing? What are you doing here!"
Chapter completed!