Chen Qingge shouted: "Dad, this is what I bought in Xiangjing for 80,000 yuan, just to celebrate your birthday." The horoscope was particularly loud and he glanced at the elder brother again.

The old man celebrates his birthday every year, and his sons and grandchildren offer gifts.

As each family’s background becomes better and better, the gifts are being offered more and more, and gradually they form a trend of comparison. It is better to overwhelm other families.

Chen Qingge's son was admitted to the University of Xiangda. After a few days of pride, his eldest brother's son actually returned to school! What's going on? So he tried his best to have a good look on his father's 80th birthday.

The old man was extremely satisfied and handed it to Chen Huayao and said, "Xiaoyao, you can take a look too."

"It's not worth much money." Chen Huayao took it, and didn't even look at it, and put it on the coffee table next to him.

"oh?"

Chen Qingge was so angry that his mouth was trembling: "I, is the Amitabha Buddha I gave me from glass?"

At this moment, the second uncle Chen Zhijuan took out a scroll and interrupted Chen Qingge's pitiful defense. "Dad, this is a night mooring picture of Fengqiao by the famous artist Li Qingyuan. I bought it at Sotheby's Auction 600,000 yuan. Look at this artistic conception." His three words "600,000 yuan" were much louder than Chen Qingge.

The old man opened the scroll and painted the slanting moon sinking to the west, frost filled the sky and the earth, maple leaves on the shore, fishing fires flashed, and lonely boats moored at night. Just a few strokes outlined a dark, lonely and cold time and space background, with a melancholy colored picture beauty, and a timeless artistic beauty with emotion and timeless artistic conception.

The blank space in the west corner of the scroll is written in a sloppy and deep handwriting: "The moon is falling, the crows cry and the frost is everywhere, and the river maple fishing fire is facing the sad sleep. The bells sounded at the passenger ship in the middle of the night. Liao Xuebing, Zhonghai, was drunk with brother Qingyuan after he was drunk."

Li Qingyuan is a master of Chinese studies who is as famous as Guo Yongsheng. He is known as "Northern and Li Li". He is proficient in calligraphy and is still good at Chinese studies, but painting is not his strength. This night mooring picture of Maple Bridge has become a rare masterpiece that Li Qingyuan has seen in recent years.

Chen Qingge stretched his head and looked around. He was a kind of art and a family of knowledge. He still had some knowledge and shouted: "Six hundred thousand? Li Qingyuan's painting is definitely not worth the price! Second brother, you are too watery! If you want to talk about his calligraphy, I still believe it."

The fourth uncle Chen Hongwei also came over to look at it and said, "According to the market price, Li Qingyuan's paintings are only 100,000 yuan, and ordinary works are only about 50,000 yuan. This painting has a good artistic conception, but I think it's almost 80,000 yuan. Second brother, you have been deceived!"

The implication is that the second brother deliberately lied about military affairs and falsely quoted prices to deceive his father. At this time, when will he have to wait for each other?

Chen Zhijuan's face turned red and white, and she was unable to get out of the market by being squeezed. She stuttered and said, "I, I really bought it for 600,000 yuan!"

The old man handed it to Chen Huayao again: "Sun son, come and see, what's the good thing about this painting?"

Chen Huayao picked it up and looked carefully. When he saw the inscription, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and his expression became solemn, saying, "Uncle San, you have dealt with merchants all day long and are tacky. Can you tell? Master Li's painting is worth less than one million!"

Chen Qingge pointed at his nose: "What? I am vulgar? Then what do you think is the best of this painting? The market price of Li Qingyuan's paintings is recognized by the market. Could it be that it is inlaid with gold?"

Chen Huayao said: "The value of 50,000 of this painting belongs to the painting itself, and the other value is all over these two lines of inscriptions. Look at these words, Liu Feng Yan Gu, the inheritance of the Right Army, thick, light, scattered, and confusing, all of which are contradictory, but they are particularly pleasing to the eyes and beautiful, and they are all natural, everyone's demeanor, everyone's demeanor!"

"Who is this Liao Xuebing from Zhonghai?"

Everyone couldn't see what was good for a while. The old man said, "Since Xiaoyao said it was good, it was good naturally. Zhijuan, please put it away first and I will appreciate it slowly in the future." This sets the tone for this painting.

Chen Zhijuan barely found her face and quietly gave Chen Huayao a thumbs up. Chen Huayao was purely concerned about the matter and ignored him.

When I arrived at my fourth uncle Chen Hongwei, I took out a newspaper, a few letters, and a few photos on the table and said, "Dad, my brothers are so outstanding, and I have no other skills. I donated a teaching building in Luluzhu City Hope Primary School in your name, called Yuanhui Building."

When Chen Qingge saw it, he disagreed and said, "Fourth brother! You put your father's name on the teaching building and let those ignorant children yell at their father's name every day. What's the point of thinking? Besides, it's too unreasonable to donate money to others but don't give it to your father!"

The old man hesitated and asked again: "Xiaoyao, this..."

Chen Huayao looked at the fourth uncle with admiration and said, "Grandpa, the fourth uncle donated money to assist in his school, and he has made great achievements in running schools in your name. That is even a good thing to accumulate good deeds. The students praise Grandpa and accumulate good relationships. The Jade Emperor knows it in heaven, and he also wants to add another twenty years of life to his grandfather. This gift is too expensive. Didn't Mr. Yifu from Hong Kong donate and build many Yifu buildings in the mainland? He has done so many good things, and now he lives to over 100 years old and is still healthy. I want to come to God to bless the great charity."

There is also a Yifu Building in Lihua Town Central Primary School. It was donated by Mr. Yifu. Chen Huayao admires him very much. This old man is truly a great achievement.

I picked up those photos and saw a group of children gathered together. The sun shone on my face, my smile was like a flower blooming, and I held the banner in my hand, which read: "I wish Grandpa Yuanhui good health and a hundred years of longevity!" There were also several letters of thanks, with crooked words full of blessings.

The old man smiled so hard that he couldn't stop. Chen Hongwei said with the flow: "I wish my father a long life and a hundred years old." Chen Qingge was so depressed.

Everyone's eyes fell on the old man: I took out all my brothers' treasures, it depends on you!

Chen Xunhe's face turned red and he took out an extra-large box with a shiny print on it: "Hidden Platinum Old Man and Old Lady Health Products".

Before the old man could speak, Chen Qingge thought, the gifts from several brothers were all striking, you came to make fun of them. I immediately shouted, "Brother, what gifts did you buy?"

The old man suddenly looked bad and said, "Xunhe, I don't like any health care products."

Chen Huayao smiled slightly, took the kidney platinum packaging box calmly, and actually took out a rectangular wooden box from it, saying, "Uncle San laughed, this is not a garbage health product. Grandpa, you might as well open it and take a look."

The old man opened it and saw a short rusty knife inside.

Chen Qingge changed his color and said angrily: "Chen Huayao, what's your name? Grandpa gave you a knife on his 80th birthday?"

A knife is a weapon and it is indeed not suitable to be given as a birthday gift.

Chen Huayao said: "Grandpa, please see, what is engraved on the hilt of this knife?"

The old man was unhappy at this time. Seeing that he insisted, he had to grab the hilt of the knife and slowly took it out. The knife was one meter long, with a thick back and a straight blade, dense steel lines, the blade was covered with scratches, the blade was rolled up, and seven or eight teeth were missing. This was a reduced Tang Dynasty sword. The handle was engraved on the knife: "Slaughter all the Japanese slaves and follow me" and seven cursive small characters painted with silver hook and iron.

"This is……"

"This is the sword used by the great-grandfather Yinnan Duke who killed sixty Japanese devils in the battle of defending the city in 1944! After the war, the sword disappeared. It was originally collected by a farmer in Xiangcheng as a family heirloom until now. My father traveled from village to household, worked hard and worked hard to find the sword. Grandpa, hanging this sword on the lobby can suppress the evil spirit, protect the peace of the land and water, and bless the whole family and the prosperity of the descendants for a hundred years."

Chen Qingge couldn't speak.

"Okay, it's so good..." The old man was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He gently touched the blade with his trembling fingers and murmured: "Why can't my father find it back then? It turned out that he lost it... Just find it back, just find it back..."

Chen Hongwei reciprocated his favor and said, "Dad, you should choose a lucky day to hold a knife-hanging ceremony. All the old and young people in the village came to watch the ceremony, so as to show the glory of our Chen family's ancestors."

"Yes..." In the old man's mind, Jade Buddha, painting a scroll, and hopes that no matter how good the elementary school is, it will not be as valuable as the knife.

He said a few good words and said, "Today's gift from Xunhe is very suitable for me, and I have a lot of rewards." He took out a box in his pocket and said, "Xunhe, you are also in your fifties, just take this thing."

"Thank you, dad." The old man took it respectfully and opened it. It was a golden tortoise the size of a thumb. It was made of gold in all of gold, and it was shining brightly. Chen Qingge could see clearly that he almost became meningitis at the moment. Wasn't that the gift he presented to his father as a treasure two years ago? Now, he gave it to his elder brother!

The three brothers were in disgrace. Seeing that their father was so happy, they all said that they had competed for their elder brother this time.

Suddenly, Chen Zhijuan received a call and said with a smile: "Dad, Director Qi of the city government, who represents Mayor Wen, is here to visit you. Mayor Wang of Lihua Town, who is accompanied by him. He has arrived at the door."

"Oh, please come in."

Wen Jizu, executive vice mayor of Xiangjing City, is in charge of matters such as culture, education, transportation, and private enterprise economy. Chen Yuanhui from Hongyun Village is respected and his son is also a local celebrity entrepreneur. He sends a secretary to celebrate his birthday on his behalf, which not only represents a posture, but also reflects the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly in our country, and at the same time demonstrates the city government's image of loving the people and being close to the people. It is considered to be a three-killing victory.

This was caused by Chen Zhijuan's efforts and was angry several times with Mayor Wen's secretary Director Qi.

The old man invited the city government officials to celebrate his birthday, and his face was so bright! Xiangjing City is one of the six municipalities directly under the central government in China. The mayor is at the same level as a senior official. It is amazing that he can send his secretary to congratulate him!

At that moment, Chen Zhijuan and Chen Qingge and Chen Hongwei three brothers went out to welcome him. Only the old man and Chen Xunhe, father, son, grandchildren, and grandson were motionless. Chen Huayao felt bored and said, "I'll go pee!"

First, the warm sound of firecrackers rang for seven or eight minutes before gradually calming down. An exaggerated laughter was heard from afar, "Director Qi, please, please! I feel very honored that you took the time to come from your busy schedule. My father has been waiting for a long time."

Director Qi said reservedly: "Where is, Chen Yuanhui is the descendant of the heroes and martyrs. Mayor Wen also admires him very much. He originally wanted to come in person, but there was an important meeting that could not be spared and entrusted me to come."

A group of people surrounded Director Qi, and Mayor Wang walked into the main hall. The three Chen Zhijuan and his brothers nodded and bowed, and said a lot of frank words.
Chapter completed!