Not only Sang Bo was very curious, but everyone around him was curious. It seemed that the dusty thing seemed to have some magic, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Is this Niu Bao?"

Chen Xiangui took the thing to his hand, but he didn't care about the blood stains on it, and held it in his hand and looked around.

Lu Qingyao went over and stretched his head for a while, then shook his head: "I can't see it."

"I can't tell what you did before you squeezed like this?"

Ji Weigen stretched his head over again and pushed Lu Qingyao aside.

He looked at it for a while and retreated, and it was obvious that he couldn't see it either.

"Can I take a look?"

The mastermind in handcuffs had his eyes glowing at the moment and asked the policeman next to him.

Before the police answered, Chen Xiangui put the thing directly into his hands.

The guy was holding Niu Bao's hand trembling a little. The thing turned around his hand, and then in public, the man didn't bother to his mouth, and licked it with his tongue.

Hey!

Almost everyone present despised this guy in his heart like Sanbai.

"Really, and it's a great Niubao! I read that right."

The handcuffed man was a little excited and quickly gave Chen Xiangui a positive answer.

After saying that, he handed back the Niu Bao in his hand to Chen Xiangui, but his eyes still couldn't leave Niu Bao. His eyes made Sang Bai look like Guru who looked at the ring in "Lord of the Rings", and he was still a monster with a name, just holding the ring and talking about the treasure.

Now the look of slapping people with hands is really like it!

Chen Xiangui took Niu Bao back and took a closer look, and actually said, "It doesn't look strange, it's like a stone."

This almost made the one who was codifying with his hand almost fainted.

His lips began to tremble, but he couldn't say a word.

"It's true!"

The police officers who led the team were also very curious. They came over to take a look, and then returned Niu Bao to Chen Xiangui. Then they said to their colleagues: "Okay, go back!"

So the police left, leaving only a group of people in Liushu Village watching Niu Bao. Everyone had the opportunity to take a look, so the scene was very lively, but the order was quite well-organized.

Sangbai was not interested in taking this thing. I knew it was a cattle gallstone, so Sangbai was almost completely interested in taking it.

Walking back, Sangbai returned home and was preparing to make dinner. Before the meal was ready, he heard his three children rolling into the house like a small whirlwind. He quickly threw off his schoolbag, ran over and asked.

"Dad, dad, is Niu Bao real? What exactly does it look like?"

Sang Bai looked at the three pairs of eyes and suddenly didn't know how to describe the thing, so he simply said, "Look at your great master's house and ask me how it looks more intuitive?"

"That's right! Then, let's go and see, dad," Sang Xu said, and the man had already floated into the yard with his two younger brothers.

It happened that at this time, Xia Yanqiu also came back. Seeing that the three children were about to go out, she immediately asked: "You three are almost ordering for dinner, are you still going crazy?"

"Mom, let's go to Mr. Chen's house to see Niu Bao!" Sang Xu said.

After hearing this, Xia Yanqiu said, "Be careful not to break things, be careful when looking at them."

"Well, mom, we get it."

The three little guys went out happily.

After setting up the motorcycle, Xia Yanqiu returned to the pot house and saw her husband cooking dinner. She first said a few words, and then sat on the small stool without saying anything.

Sangbai served a small bowl of mung bean soup and put it in front of his wife.

"What's wrong? Why did you come back today and look like eggplant made from frost?" Sang Bai reached out and pressed lightly on his wife's shoulders.

Xia Yanqiu was stunned for a while, then asked Sang Bai: "Do you think Xiaoyan fell in love with Ma Boqian?"

Sang Bai was stunned by this sentence, and thought for a while and immediately said, "Are you thinking too much? Can Ma Xiaoyan get together with Ma Boqian like this? One looks like an explosive pack and the other is so elegant and indifferent. Besides, Ma Boqian is afraid that he will not be a few years younger than Ma Xiaoyan's father?"

"I also think it seems that I'm thinking too much, but in the past two days, I have heard Xiaoyan talk about Ma Boqian a little too many times. I counted it and talked about it more than five times in an hour," said Xia Yanqiu.

"What's the reason?"

When Sang Bo said this, he had no confidence, but he always felt that the two of them were so inconsistent with each other and did not match at all. He did not look like he and his wife, so he was not worthy of being matched.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much," said Xia Yanqiu.

Sang Bai said: "You, don't ask for trouble for yourself. It's obvious that you're thinking too much. Besides, even if the two of them want to be together, what does it have to do with us? You are not their parents. We don't even have the position to interrupt, we can only send blessings."

At this time, the phone in the room rang.

Xia Yanqiu stood up, took his hat and said, "Okay, I'll pick it up!"

"I drank the soup before leaving. I just took it out of the refrigerator. I forgot to let three small things drink it," said Sangbai.

Xia Yanqiu heard that he had a hand and pinched the edge of the bowl, raised his head and drank the mung bean soup completely, then gave Sang Bai a thumbs up, and then left the pot house.

Sanba continued to look at the pot.

In a short while, Xia Yanqiu came back.

"Your good friend Mr. Guo came here with his children on Wednesday," said Xia Yanqiu.

Sang Bai said: "Well, it's time to come."

That's true, school will start soon if I don't come. Therefore, it's not surprising that Guo Changyou comes at all.

"Does the three of them come here or his wife come together?" Sang Boduo asked.

Xia Yanqiu said: "I didn't say anything on the phone, I guess their whole family is here."

"oh!"

Next, Sangbai and his wife chatted casually, Xia Yanqiu talked about the company. Most of the time, Sangbai played the role of listeners, listened to his wife talking about management issues, market issues and other complicated things.

Sangbai and Xia Yanqiu manage their businesses differently. Sangbai will let go, but Xia Yanqiu is serious about doing things and has a little bit of a detailed idea. It is completely a personal habit to say that the two methods do not allow whoever is good or bad.

"Dad, mom, we're back!"

Soon, the sound of footsteps sounded in the yard. It was so light and it must be the children's. How could adults walk like this?

"Wash your hands and prepare for dinner," said Sang Bo.

Seeing the three children washing their hands, Sang Bai asked again: "Have you seen Niu Bao?"

Sang Jia said: "Well, I saw it, nothing strange, it looks like a pale yellow stone block."

"It was originally a stone, so naturally nothing strange," said Sang Bo.

Sang Yu asked, "Dad, how do you think this stone can cure diseases? The stones of cows can cure diseases, and can human stones be cured?"

Sang Bai said: "Then I really don't know. Niu Baoneng must have some trace elements to treat diseases, which may have inhibitory effects on certain bacteria. I really don't know the specific ones. If you see the answer, you can tell me."

"Dad, don't you know either?" Sang Xu asked.

"I know that things are just a drop in the ocean compared to the world, and they are insignificant." Sang Bai smiled and said, "Hurry up, wash your hands and come over for dinner. Today, there are not only porridge, but also leek boxes."

The whole family gathered around the table, finished their meals lively, took a break, then rolled onto the mat, and went to the drying yard. After arriving at the drying yard, the children played wildly, while the adults gathered together to chat about the mountains, while the older generation played cards or chess under the street lights.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the excitement in the drying field gradually faded away. In addition to the older generation who liked to sleep in the natural wind, the younger generation and children returned to the air-conditioned house.

When Guo Changyou came, Sang Bai naturally had to pick him up. The same was true for Guo Changyou's call.

This is also impossible. Mr. Guo can’t talk to others. They can’t understand business with people like Lu Qingyao. Not to mention the elderly, even the spiritual level of the bosses like Ji Lianyong and Guo Changyou is getting bigger and bigger.

From this point of view, it can be seen that the gap between those who have read books and those who have not read books much has come.

This does not mean that bosses who have never been to school are of low level. The reading here and not studying have nothing to do with their academic qualifications. It refers to the kind of reading that can be read in, and it refers to the initiative and persistence of learning, not a piece of paper.

After waiting in the town for less than half an hour, the crown brought Guo Changyou and his family over.

"Sister-in-law didn't come?"

When Sang Bo saw that it was the three men who got off the bus, he asked curiously.

"She didn't have time to come and told a group of friends that she was going to do some messy charity sale. Anyway, she was just a fake and fishy thing to do good things," Guo Changyou said with a smile.

Guo Changyou looked down on these rich people in Hong Kong. They were all sucking in the lower-level life. Just look at how difficult it is for Hong Kong people to buy a house. Is Hong Kong short of land? At least Guo Changyou doesn’t think so. There are still many vacant land in Hong Kong now, and 80% of the land has not been developed in thirty years. You can taste it carefully!

But whoever develops and offends others is counting on using land to suck blood. If you put the property price down, 90% of the wealthy people in Hong Kong have to fight for you.

While sucking blood for decades and selling some small biscuits and 10,000 yuan for welfare, Guo Changyou felt nauseous when he thought of it. Although this is already a female star killer and an old player in Hong Kong, Guo Changyou has little relationship with the people in Hong Kong, and his industry is mainly in the mainland. He looks down on some wealthy people in Hong Kong.

"I call you uncle, why do you all look mute?"

Guo Changyou saw that his two stupid sons only knew that he had no intention of standing stupidly, so he felt a little unhappy.

"The child has been running for a day and is already tired. OK, get in the car quickly." Sang Bai quickly rescued the situation. He was not interested in seeing the two children.

"Thank you uncle!"

The two children finally realized that the guy who looked at Sanbengzi was much richer than him. At least it was more than three times their property.

The two children are now not small, about one head taller than the third boy of the Sangbai family, and have begun to have their own worldview.

"This box needs to be helped by the office."

When Sangbai saw Bikaichen take out four or five boxes of big and small from the back of the crown, he said in surprise.

Guo Changyou said: "There is something behind. Our family is not at ease. Let the mother Wu and mother Qian come here to take care of you... Sorry, women just think too much, but they are not worried about you."

Sang Bo smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's supposed to be like this."

This is exactly what Sang Bo wants. If the child goes on a business trip, he will not be responsible. Now that he is even prepared to serve the housekeeper, Sang Bo has no responsibility.

The only thing that can be placed on the mistress is one big box or two small boxes, and the rest must be placed in the office. Whoever returns to the village will help bring it back.

I drove the three-bangzi all the way to Liushu Village.

Standing in front of the yard that I had rented for 30 years, Guo Changyou said, "Mom, it's only been a few months, and the scenery here has changed again. Compared with this place, my house is simply a barren mountain."

"This is planned by the horticulturalist. At the level of our village, I can't do this," Sang Bo said with a smile.

Sang Bai is not modest, it is about facts. For example, Guo Changyou, Zhou Guohua, Liu Yu'an and Huang Daoran are not small yards. The trees around are all planned and designed, with obvious artificial traces. Of course, they look more beautiful. They have bamboos in their residences and flowers in and out of the seasons.

In Chen Dongsheng's words, it is necessary to make the bosses feel that the money is worth it.
Chapter completed!