Chapter 89 Gold in the Stone

Tang Qingshan glanced at his son from under his eyelashes, "Your mother bought fermented bean curd for no reason? She never buys fermented bean curd for no reason."

At this point, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Brother Tang: “…”

He found it inexplicably funny, glanced outside, and whispered, "It's nothing, my mother is just venting her anger on me!"

Seeing his father looking at him with a "keep going" expression on his face, Brother Tang felt a little overwhelmed.

He didn't dare to tell his father about the past events his mother mentioned! What about the talented woman who cried and wrote poems... As the eldest brother, he could get along with everyone by keeping his mouth shut! ! He changed the subject: "My mother just heard about Silang's legs, so..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Madam Lin said from outside, "Master, we have guests."

Hearing the gentle and virtuous tone, Tang Qingshan knew that there was an outsider. He came out and saw two young men in long gowns standing outside. Neither of them was an acquaintance.

One was about twenty years old, and the other was at most seventeen or eighteen, with a baby face, looking around with a smile on their face.

Tang Qingshan cupped his hands and asked, "Who are you?"

The two men both bowed in a humble manner, and the slightly older young man said, "Uncle Tang, my surname is Yuan, Yuan Yaogui, and this is my younger brother Yaochu. Sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome," Tang Qingshan said, "What do you want from me?"

Yuan Yaogui asked, "Excuse me, is the large courtyard being built in the south yours?"

Tang Qingshan said: "Yes."

Yuan Yaogui said, "Uncle, this is the case. We want to buy a house in a hurry. We like the terrain and scenery over there...I wonder if Uncle Tang can give it up? The price is negotiable."

Tang Qingshan was a little surprised.

But he didn't hesitate and said, "Sorry, I don't plan to sell that house."

Yuan Yaogui pleaded: "Uncle, please think about it again. I can give you five hundred taels."

Tang Qingshan said, "It's not about the price. The land and the house look great, and our kids like them very much. We were planning to move in before the end of the year, so we're in a hurry, so it's hard to sell. I'm very sorry."

The family is not short of money at the moment, and the money from selling the house is still there. Even if he is short of money, he doesn't want to sell it because he has finally built a house that he likes.

Yuan Yaogui and the other man looked at each other and said helplessly, "Excuse me for bothering you. Where is the headman's home? Or the clan leader's home is also OK."

Tang Qingshan paused slightly.

Although he doesn't talk much, he is actually a very smart man. Looking at his attitude, you can tell that he still plans to buy a house.

Then you will most likely buy a house near his new house. After all, that area is full of newly built houses, and it is indeed quieter and brighter than the area to the north.

He did not doubt that this had anything to do with their family, but since outsiders came to Yutang Village to buy a house and become their neighbors, it would of course be better to get to know them better.

So he said, "I'll take you there."

Yuan Yaogui did not refuse: "Thank you."

As a result, when a few people were about to go out, they ran into Xinbao and the third brother coming back.

There are small rivers in many places in Yutang Village, so the third brother took Xinbao to find a river and washed the stone clean. It was a big stone, and Xinbao couldn't hold it, but he wanted to hold it very much and refused to let go.

So Xinbao was in the front, holding the stone tightly with both hands, with his whole little body slightly leaning back, really using all his strength. Behind him, his third brother was walking with his legs apart, bent over, and following his sister closely. In fact, he was holding the stone with both hands and bearing its weight.

As they walked along, many villagers laughed at them, and some even teased Xinbao: "Why are you holding the stone, Xinbao?"

Xinbao said foolishly, "Sell it for money."

Anyone who heard it burst into laughter. They ran into several groups of people along the way, but the two siblings didn't care.

Yuan Yaochu was a lively person, always walking around. When he saw the familiar little dumpling coming over, his eyes immediately lit up: "Little kid! What are you doing?"

He ran and jumped over, and a smiling baby face appeared above the milk ball.

Xinbao blinked his eyes and said with great effort: "Move, move the stones!"

Yuan Yaochu quickly retreated all the way, following them as he walked, and asked with a smile: "Why are you moving stones?"

Xinbao answered every question and said again: "Sell it for money."

"Sell it for money?" Yuan Yaochu said with a smile: "This stone is not worth much..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the stone, was surprised, and shouted: "Brother! Brother, come and see!"

Yuan Yaogui was exchanging pleasantries with Tang Qingshan as if they were adults, and glared at his younger brother, obviously disliking his jumpy behavior.

Yuan Yaochu was used to it and was not afraid at all: "Come over and take a look!"

Tang Qingshan said: "Let's go and take a look."

He said to his daughter from a distance: "Xinbao, put the stone down."

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Xinbao let out an "oh" and loosened her grip. The third brother was prepared and quickly jumped over his sister and put the stone on the ground.

Xinbao threw herself on Tang Qingshan's legs and acted like a spoiled child, "Daddy, Xinbao is so tired."

Tang Qingshan bent down and picked up his daughter. Xinbao looked like she had been moving bricks all day and her two little arms could not move. She fell forward, her face resting on her father's shoulder, her little arms drooping.

This little live treasure, Tang Qingshan had a smile on his face, raised one hand, slowly pinched her little arm, and looked at the two of them.

Yuan Yaogui didn't care about it at first, thinking it was just a small scenic stone. But when he looked closely, he saw more than one place with a faint golden glow.

Yuan Yaogui simply raised his hand to pick up the stone and looked at it carefully.

At this moment, people from near and far saw two outsiders and gathered around. Mrs. Lin at home also stood at the gate and took a few glances, whispering to Brother Tang: "Lian Jiazi!"

Brother Tang nodded.

Such a big stone can be held in one hand as light as a feather. It's obvious that the person is skilled in kung fu.

The villagers asked all sorts of questions, but Tang Qingshan just said, "I don't know."

Yuan Yaogui took a few glances and asked Tang Qingshan, "Uncle, can I cut a little and see?"

Tang Qingshan said: "Okay."

Yuan Yaogui put down the stone, pulled out a dagger from his boots, slowly scraped out a little bit of fine powder from the gold, put it on his fingers, then rubbed it gently and looked at it in the sunlight.

Then he turned to Tang Qingshan and said, "Uncle, do you want to sell this stone?"

Tang Qingshan asked: "What's wrong with this stone?"

"Yes," others also said, "Isn't this just a stone with a little yellow color? There are many beautiful stones on the mountain!"

Yuan Yaogui seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said frankly: "This is a nugget of gold. Uncle, if you want to sell it, I will give you one hundred taels."

The crowd roared.

Gold nugget! ?

Some knew the answer and some didn’t. Those who didn’t know were desperately asking questions, and those who knew were desperately trying to explain. The place was in chaos for a while.

Yuan Yaogui waited until the surroundings were a little quieter before he said seriously, "Uncle, although this is our first meeting, we may be neighbors in the future. I won't cheat you. If this stone is really refined, it won't produce much gold, but gold in stone is more auspicious. I will buy it and put it at home to protect my house."

Tang Qingshan thought for a moment and patted his daughter on the back: "Xinbaoer, the stone is yours, do you want to sell it?"

(End of this chapter)