"Wave" Tang Yi sighed again.
Huang Xuan stole a look and asked Lorraine, "Was there a law in the Han Dynasty?"
"The most famous one is Zhangcao."
Before he asked Huang Qunsheng again, he laughed, "Come on, don’t mention it. This is my special trip. You bought it and left me a piece of Mo Bao leftover. Take it home and study it. If you can’t bear it, you can leave me here."
Tang Yi laughed again and said, "Let’s do it here. I’ll also give you a pair of big characters in the living room."
Huang Qun sheng has already prepared a pen and paper to greet Li Qing, and he thought for a moment about paving Tang Yi’s arm, but if he could have a glass of water as the name suggests; Yingxincun tea is more fragrant than wine.
But it’s Mr. Qi Gong’s couplet.
Cai Wenji’s eyelashes flickered and he looked at the ink carefully. Huang Xuan quietly asked, "Did you have any ink at that time?"
"Of course" Cai Wenji stared at Huang Xuan and looked up. She was obviously interested in Tang Yifa. According to Huang Xuan, she didn’t have time to watch these miscellaneous studies these days.
This couplet became a majestic atmosphere in one go. Tang Yi looked at it with satisfaction and said, "Lao Huang, will you give us a note?"
"If you don’t give me a word, I’ll leave it for my son." Huang Qunsheng said and laughed.
Tang Yixiao took a look at Huang Xuan and noticed that Cai Wenji’s eyes were strange. "Can a little girl learn the law?"
Cai Wenji didn’t listen clearly and pointed to himself. "You want me to write?"
Huang Xuanxiao suddenly became stiff. Tang Yize laughed and said, "Now young people dare to write."
Cai Yan smiled and took the brush that was thicker than her arm. Only then did she have the heart of a 17-year-old girl.
With such a big brush, Cai Wenji is used to it. She tilted her head and wanted to think about it, so she just wrote it on the side of the bean paper.
Huang Qunsheng gently read it again, but Tang Yi said with a dignified face, "There are not many people who know Guli." The so-called Guli is about the departure of Wang Mang. For people in Cai Wenji era, Zhangcao is beautiful, but the inscription is humble.
Tang Yi squatted down and looked at it carefully. He told Huang Qun with a wry smile, "This little girl is amazing. This word is worth a hundred times." He said with some anger, "It’s quaint and wonderful."
Huang Xuan can’t recognize this word, but even if he really doesn’t know whether to look at that arm with a thick brush to write a finger-sized handwriting or whether the strokes are complicated and clear than the palm of his hand, he knows that this pretty little girl is really an ancient talent.
Cai Wenji smile by yan modesty for a while, two people said to the transferred Huang Xuan finally closed his eyes and someone talk to Cai Wenji transferred …
Tang Yi is more say more heart way "are you studying here? Who are the parents? "
"When my family came to live in Nanyang for a while," this is a well-prepared story. Huang Xuan has rich experience in lying since childhood, and he is also a talent.
"Are you in high school?"
"No" Cai Yan shook his head and Huang Xuan felt very bad.
Sure enough, Tang Yi asked a few more words and then took an examination of Cai Yan’s knowledge of ancient Chinese prose. What are the questions? But in a couple of minutes, Tang Yi took the baggage and take the journey: "I’ll bring graduate students to Renmin University to study history and ancient Chinese prose, and I’ll also bring a little Han and Sui poetry and family research. Are you interested in my graduate students? Anyway, you are also an overseas Chinese. Just apply for study. "
Huang Xuan absolutely believes that Uncle Tang has the ability to solve the problem of Cai Wenji’s quota. All three people from Dahan have complete ID cards. It took Lorraine a whole afternoon to complete it, but his graduate students can still be restricted by his background in other countries.
O, Cai Wenji’s circulation seems to think of something. At Huang Xuan’s charming look, Huang Xuan almost shook his head with his eyes closed for a long time before listening to Moon Hee’s eyebrow in the United States. "It’s still not possible that I may not be able to stay in the country this time, and I just have to lay a good foundation here in Shicheng Middle School."
Tang Yi was disappointed beyond words, and Zhang Xinyi even looked at Huang Qunsheng, who was wronged and stared at Huang Xuan.
Chapter one hundred and forty-three Growth (6)
Moments later, Lorraine almost screamed, "Huang Xuan, what did you do? You spent three seconds and consumed energy? Do you know that there are Forbes and Guinness in the era of greatness? Do you really want the list? "
At Cai Wenji, Huang Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Things are beyond my control."
Lorraine didn’t speak for a long time. When the table was full of dishes, she said, "Now the daily consumption has decreased. It seems that you have brought three travelers into this society, but please pay attention to how anyone can predict how much energy the shock may consume once. Are you right?"
"So serious?" Huang Xuan certainly knows the seriousness, but how could he throw three people back?
Lorraine didn’t answer this serious question, but said, "We have already consumed 4 tons. If you bring Dian Wei without fighting or making trouble, the consumption may be smaller. I suggest giving them a social worker as soon as possible, and then the shock will not happen after the initial consumption."
"You want me to agree with Cai Wenji to be a graduate student?" Huang Xuan curled his lips and said, "Even if she is a child prodigy, it is impossible for those colleges to really know anything before the Han Dynasty. Wouldn’t that consume more buffer energy?"
"What is your job?" Lorraine answered very badly and then stopped talking.
Huang Xuan shook his head and Zhang Xinyi patted him at this moment. "What are you thinking about?"
Huang Qun Sheng and Tang Yiqian let go of chopsticks, and Huang Xuan first put a piece of meat to eat, but the stewed venison beef soup was rather tender and tasteless. When he touched his mother, he said, "Do you do it?"
Zhang Xinyi said with a smile, "It’s much better if you do it than I do." She said that she took a meaningful look at Huang Xuan, a tourist who abducted the population, and gave him a "grace".
Tang Yi chatted casually for a while and then came back here. "Recently, I heard that the foreign seller moved the auction of bamboo slips from the Warring States and Han Dynasties to London. Well, it seems that I have to go again."
"Think of it as a tour." Huang Qunsheng is very fond of it.
Tang Yi grinned, "In the original country, I wanted to talk to Nanjing and nearby cities like Shanghai and Jiangsu provincial governments, and then find some entrepreneurs to sponsor and try to buy these bamboo slips back. Besides, even if I can’t buy them, they are all bought by China people, and now they are sold in London, which is hard to say."
At Huang Qunsheng, Zhang Xinyi smiled while handling the bones with a small spoon. "How many are these bamboo slips valued? Qunsheng and I both have some collections and are willing to buy some. "Huang Qunsheng’s salary is only 200,000 to 300,000 RMB a year, and the maximum income is still tens of millions of dollars from the foundation every year. But compared with Zhang Xinyi, his assets are much less-China, which has caused an embarrassing problem. Although Huang Qun Chengren doesn’t mind, Zhang Xinyi is always careful when dealing with this problem. This is also the foundation for Huang Xuan to have a warm and harmonious family.
Tang Yi smiled and shook his head and said, "It’s good that you are willing to buy it, but this time the quantity is too large, and the government has some doubts about where it was stolen." He said with a pinch of fingers, "There are almost 35 pieces of a single piece at the current general price, totaling at least more than 350,000 pieces. This is 1.2 billion pieces, but it is practical. The whole set is usually doubled several times. According to the lowest calculation, there are still several sets of rites and books of songs in 2.4 billion, which are the most expensive. At least tens of millions of pieces are left, and
He said this, Zhang Xinyi and others nodded again and again, and Tang Yi added with a wry smile, "But now it’s meaningless to let go of foreign countries, regardless of how the price changes, that is, to lobby. For example, local government agencies can’t say anything, but they can’t pay for it first. I’m afraid that Chinese collectors are not interested in going to London except that they really like it. For many people, it’s impossible to buy things in RMB and exchange them easily."