The effect of the medicine is a bit gratifying. After the first batch of children tried it, their intelligence improved significantly, and some strange appearances were also well suppressed. For example, some children's hands seemed to shrink, and they began to improve significantly after taking it.

So the whole village has been in a state of excitement these two or three days. This is good news for Jian Heng. When he comes to a group of women and young wives, he will not tease him anymore. Now he sees him very respectful. No one will touch his face or flirt with him or her words.

Unfortunately, this kind of respect came a little late. Jian Heng had only enjoyed it for less than two days before it was time to leave.

Jian Heng's luggage was relatively simple, just a small package, and it was hung around He's neck. After packing it up, Tian Mengmengming and Laozi Yao had a bowl of noodles and were ready to set off.

The two of them were each holding their packages and preparing to go out when they suddenly saw a man in his forties walking towards him.

"Mr. Jian, are you going?" said the middle-aged man.

Mr. Yao smiled and said, "You are calling you, you are going home!" Usually, when you go here, you are dead or dead, so the middle-aged man's statement is a bit inappropriate.

Fortunately, Jian Heng knew that this man was not intentional, and his mind was a little bit bad, so naturally it was impossible to take it to heart.

"It's okay, well, I'm going home now. Is your second boy better?" Jian Heng said politely.

"It's much better. Now I'm not slanting, so I can tell my parents and other things..." The middle-aged man talked for a while before he remembered the serious business he had done.

A small fan painting was taken out from his cup and handed it to Jian Heng: "My wife said that you saved the children of the A family and asked me to give this to you as a thank you."

"No, really, no, I actually accepted the gift, right! The fat pythons and cranes I raised!" Jian Heng quickly refused, and pointed to the cranes following him, and the pythons hanging on the crane.

When the middle-aged man saw that Jian Heng was not accepting it, he directly put the painting into Jian Heng's arms, turned around and ran away.

A person in his forties acts as simple and cute as a child when giving something.

"This..." Jian Heng looked at the man's back and took out the painting in his arms, and was shocked.

As someone who has been in the auction industry for several years, Jian Heng knows the name on the signature: Shen Zhou.

People who don’t know calligraphy and painting may not know this name. Shen Zhou was a great painter in the Ming Dynasty and is now very popular in the market. Let’s put it this way, as long as Shen Zhou’s paintings are released, there will definitely be many suitors. Don’t underestimate this small fan. If it is true, it will not be less than one million yuan at least. And when you really take a photo, you will encounter someone you like, and it will be like playing.

"This...this...this doesn't look like an imitation," Jian Heng turned over and looked over, then muttered to himself.

When Yao Lao and his son heard this, they immediately blew their beard and glared: "What a fake, the serious Shen Zhou did it!"

"I can't ask for this!" Jian Heng immediately said seriously when he heard this.

Before Jian Heng finished speaking, another middle-aged man came over with a trot. The middle-aged man was short but relatively strong, and looked a little more stupid than the previous one.

"Hehe, Mr. Jane, are you leaving?"

When Jian Heng heard the man's tone and tone of speaking, he suddenly felt that he had become a little luoli who had been separated from his mother, and this was the weird uncle holding candy.

"Well, I'm going home," said Jian Heng.

"Give!"

This person was so straightforward that he took out the things in his arms without saying a word, and took a picture of Jian Heng's hand and turned his head and left with a meteor.

The man's home is quite close. After running a few steps, he shouted in the direction of the home: "Woman, I've sent the gift to Mr. Jian!"

Jian Heng was stunned when he saw the thing in his hand. An ivory ball seemed to be an old object, at least at least from Qingzhong. Of course, if this is a fake, it would be something else.

On the sphere are nine cloud dragons, each with one side. Jian Heng counted it and there were six layers inside. Only ivory balls the size of a table tennis ball were carved in total from the surface to the inside. Each layer had triangular branches and patterns, and each longitude and latitude line was not much thicker than normal people's hair.

When he saw this thing with his own eyes, Jian Heng understood why Linglong Ball is also called Guigong Ball. Without the word "Magic Axe and Magical Making", it is not enough to show the superb skills of the craftsmen.

"I said, "Old man, what kind of village are you? Are you an antique village? This thing is just for people to play with. You are so generous and so rich outside can't do it, right?" Jian Heng was a little stunned now.

"Hmph!" Old Master Yao sprayed a thick breath from his nose disdainfully: "How many years have they been developed and how many years have we been here? They are all in the war. If each family takes out these things, they will have to spend several generations! Let me tell you this, have you seen the portrait of the ancestors hanging in my main hall?"

"See it!" Jian Heng said.

"Tang Yin's handwriting" said Mr. Yao.

Jian Heng thought for a while and asked, "There is no signature!"

When Mr. Yao heard Jian Heng say this, his pride on his face suddenly decreased by three points, but when he looked at Jian Heng, he seemed to be looking at an idiot child.

After reading it, I snorted and turned my head to express my disdain to talk to people like you who are not well-informed.

"Okay, don't show off. Come back with me and return these items to others!" Jian Heng pointed to the two things he received.

"Please accept these things, how can they compare to their children?" Mr. Yao thought, thinking that if he had met Jian Heng a few years ago, even if it was two or three months, his children and grandchildren might have left one or two.

Time is the same as fate!

For the old man, these things are all external objects, so just collect them. What's the big deal?

Think about it, where a knowledgeable old man like Lao Ye can teach you a cow-herding man, even a fool can sing wild grass and dew. There is a beautiful woman who is as gentle as a clear sentence. She has collected some calligraphy and paintings of literati from all generations and ingenious antiques. Is this strange?

But how could Jian Heng refuse to accept it? Every piece of this thing can be handed over by tens of thousands or tens of thousands. If he put it in his bag, then who would Jian Heng become?

So without saying a word, Jian Heng pulled the old man and started to send the things back from house to house.

Who knew that this gift was troubled. Jian Heng returned it, but someone sent it there. In the end, not only did it not return it, but it was more and more.

After joining Shen Zhou's fan, Jian Heng also received Tang Yin's spring palace map, Wen Zhengming's landscape, Qiu Ying's plum blossom map, and gathered the four masters of the Wumen in the mid-Ming Dynasty within an hour. In addition to these four, there were some gadgets, such as pure gold walnut-sized incense. Although it was not heavy, this craft was definitely a royal thing, as well as some mahogany paperweights and a few pieces of pine and ink, all of which were good things in the collection industry.

Jian Heng estimated that the small extra pocket on his shoulder was worth at least millions.

I can't get it back if I give it back in person, but Jian Heng had a trick, so he took Mr. Yao back to his place where he lived and put these things on the table.

"Are you sure you don't want it?" Master Yao looked at Jian Heng and brought it to the door.

Jian Heng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm really a little reluctant to leave. Every piece here is a good thing. It's a waste of money to buy it. But this thing is really too expensive. It's 2,000 or even 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. If I really like it, I will accept it. It's fine if I find an opportunity to return the gift, but why do you want me to pay it back? Or, if I'm greedy for this thing, I may look down on myself for the rest of my life!"

"You! You are so worthy of a false reputation, what price should you look at?"
Chapter completed!