As the saying goes, worries are gone. As soon as Zou Yi's worries arise, he secretly calls himself stupid. Isn't he just looking for Zou Rongsheng today? Speaking of which, in the antiques business in the capital, his uncle's reputation in treasure appraisal is no worse than that of Liu Mo. With such a ready-made appraisal master who doesn't have to spend money, he is still worried about it.

Liu Dachui's stall was not far from Zou's antiques, and he squeezed into the crowd. He arrived in three or five minutes. The shopkeeper was busy opening a store. They had heard from the shopkeeper about Zou Yi's identity, so when he saw him enter the store, he walked straight to the inner hall, and no one went up to stop him.

"Have you had time to come to the store today?"

As soon as he walked into the inner hall, Zou Rongsheng, who was sitting on the side and was working on a jadeite plaque, didn't raise his head and started to tease him.

"Uncle, you'll be wronged by me if you say this."

Zou Yi laughed and said, "Why do I say that I am still a student now, so I must not put my studies first."

"Study is a big deal"

Zou Rongsheng laughed and scolded, "When I don't know, you didn't go to school at all, and you're stuck in the courtyard all day long, and you don't know what to do."

If Zou Rongsheng was really worried about this nephew, he had been living in Zou Yi's courtyard when he was poisoned. He felt the murderous aura of Wang Hao and Li Dong, and he felt a cold sweat in his heart. He heard that they were all from the army and then he felt relieved.

But when I thought about it again, I became more and more confused. When Zou Yi was thrusting to death, he was a member of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Federation. Where did he find these iron-blooded men to guard the yard for him? And seeing their expressions and tone as they spoke, he was very respectful to his nephew.

"Uncle, don't worry"

How could Zou Yi not understand what he was thinking, and he comforted with a smile: "Your nephew, I will never do anything illegal."

With his promise, the big stone in Zou Rongsheng's heart finally fell down and he couldn't find an opportunity to speak on weekdays. Today, I took this opportunity to make a few words.

"Tell me, you won't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. If you come to me today, what's the matter with my uncle?"

He smiled, Zou Yi didn't feel embarrassed, so he immediately came over and sat down on the chair next to Zou Rongsheng. Then he took out the needle box he had just picked up, and said with great interest, "Uncle, please help me see if this thing can be broken. It would be better if I could know whose thing belongs to it."

"Where did you come from this thing?"

With the experience of Yu Di last time and Zou Yi's look of anticipation, Zou Rongsheng became cautious and asked in a low voice.

"I bought it when I was wandering around outside," Zou Yi replied casually.

“Booked outside?”

Zou Rongsheng opened his mouth wide, his face suddenly turned dark, and he asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Two thousand dollars"

After saying that, Zou Yi said anxiously again: "Not to talk about this for now, uncle, please show it to me."

"Two thousand yuan, that's OK. Just treat it as paying the tuition fee."

Zou Rongsheng comforted himself, and then he absent-mindedly held the needle box in his palm to check it out.

It’s not a big mistake for him to do this. He is an old man in Panjiayuan and knows the value of the things on the stalls in Panjiayuan. Tens of them are imitation modern handicrafts, so when Zou Yi said he bought them from the stall, he naturally looked down on this thing.

"Huh"

Not long after, he nodded and said, "This box is really an old object. Although it is not a precious wood, this year, it is a sure profit of 2,000 yuan."

"Is this craft from the Yuan Dynasty?"

While talking to himself, Zou Rongsheng flipped the needle box, picked up the magnifying glass at his hand, and looked carefully. After a while, he couldn't help but feel excited: "Good stuff, I've seen a lot of porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, but wood from the Yuan Dynasty is rare."

"Original?"

Zou Yi also muttered to himself, then the span is really a bit large, and it has a history of seven or eight hundred years.

"Huh"

Just as he was secretly wondering which masters of traditional Chinese medicine were there in the Yuan Dynasty, Zou Rongsheng exclaimed again: "Good guy, he actually left his name."

"What's the name?" Zou Yi asked immediately.

After picking up the magnifying glass, looking closely at the bottom of the box for a while, Zou Rongsheng said, "There are only two words Danxi."

"Danxi, Danxi"

Zou Yi recited it twice, then his expression shook and said tremblingly: "Is it Zhu Zhenheng and Zhu Danxi?"

"Who is Zhu Zhenheng? Who is Zhu Danxi?"

It was Zou Rongsheng's turn to ask questions. It was true that the distance between them was like a mountain. He could see the age of needle boxes, but he knew nothing about traditional Chinese medicine.

"That's it"

First, he stared at the needle box with his hungry eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Zou Yi explained: "Zhu Zhenheng, whose name is Danxi, is known as Danxi Weng, so Zhu Zhenheng and Zhu Danxi are actually the same person. Zhu Zhenheng is one of the four masters of traditional Chinese medicine in the Jin and Yuan dynasties, and is the most famous master of traditional Chinese medicine in the Yuan Dynasty. So, if this thing is really owned by him, hey, then your nephew has picked up a big leak today."

After hearing Zou Yi's explanation, Zou Rongsheng couldn't help but nod and said, "If it's really as you said, Zhu Zhenheng has such a great reputation, then the value of this wooden box is immeasurable."

Nodding, Zou Yi didn't say anything, and his heart was surging at this moment. He understood that although Zhu Zhenheng entered the industry late, his attainments in medicine therapy and acupuncture were quite high, and even his master would praise him from time to time on weekdays.

Just when Zou Yi was stunned, Zou Rongsheng carefully opened the wooden box and exposed the dozens of silver needles in front of him.

"Silver Needle?"

Zou Rongsheng couldn't help but mutter: "Is this box specially used to hold silver needles?"

"What do you think it's used for?"

Zou Yi replied angrily, and was about to put away the needle box when he started to take it away. However, Zou Rongsheng was not happy. He slapped the former's palm off and cursed with a smile: "Boy, you are a typical example of crossing the river and destroying the bridge. Your uncle, I spent time and energy to help you cut off the generation. With this result, I won't even let me see it?"

"How can it be?"

Zou Yi said with a embarrassed look: "Didn't I think you don't like this Chinese medicine thing? Besides, there are only a few broken silver needles that look good."

"Are you fooling me?"

Zou Rongsheng glared at him and said angrily: "I really think my uncle, I have been in the antique business for so many years, and I have been having a good meal?"

"If these dozen silver needles and needle boxes are matched, their value is definitely above this needle box. That is to say, without any sealing measures to protect it, after seven or eight hundred years, there was no sign of oxidation on the surface of the silver needle. This is already shocking."

Zou Yi's eyebrows twitched when he said it, and he couldn't help but praise it. He just glanced at the silver needle in the box and pointed out the key point. No wonder this uncle was able to make a fortune in this antique shop in the capital. He did have a few brushes under his command, and he deserved the title of treasure appraiser. (To be continued...)
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