Chapter 311: 311
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When Yang Bo and his party arrived at their hometown, they saw Yang's mother standing outside the door, looking around for a long time.
Yang Bo took Li Er to the back of the house, pointed to the coffin and said, "look, I have something to do."
After that, Yang Bo told his mother that he picked up the snake skin bag and walked towards the earth temple.
There was no one else on the road. Yang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked into the temple, took out the incense burning in the censer, poured the incense dust into the fake Xuande stove, inserted the incense again, wiped the incense dust toward the incense burner, cleaned up the crime scene, and Yang Bo put the Xuande stove into a snake skin bag and walked out.
Until he carefully put the censer into the trunk of the trunk, this is a relief.
Yang Bo turned and walked toward the back of the house, but he didn't notice that he came and went from the earth temple in a hurry, which attracted the attention of the old lady. The old lady walked into the earth temple and looked around. The earth God was there, the incense burner was still burning. She was a little confused. She didn't expect that Yang Bo had replaced the censer.
Yang Bo came to the house and saw that boss Jiang was talking with his mother about the price. When she saw Yang Bo coming, she quickly waved and said, "Xiaobo, you know more. Take a look. How much can this wood sell?"
Yang Bo walked over with a smile, "what price did boss Jiang give?"
Yang Mu held out four fingers and said, "this number."
Yang Bo nodded. He went over and looked at the coffin. "Boss Jiang, we people in the public don't speak in secret. The number is too low. You must have done this kind of business. Whether Xiangnan is sold directly or other objects, it is much higher than this number."
"Brother Yang is really a joke. How can this kind of thing be used to make other furniture?" Jiang denied.
"Is it?" Yang Bo smiles and stares at it.
After seeing this situation more often, boss Jiang didn't care much, and he didn't move his eyelids.
"80000, let's take that figure from boss Jiang!" Yang Bo Dao.
Jiang boss quickly shook his head, "no, no, this price is too high."
"It's already reasonable." Yang Bo Dao.
Jiang's boss hesitated a little, "60000 yuan, brother Yang asked me to point out the shipping fee, that's the number!"
Yang Bo turned his head and looked at his mother. Seeing that she was already excited, he hesitated and said, "well, it's like making a friend of boss Jiang!"
Jiang's boss laughed, "OK, I'll find a car to take it away."
Jiang boss busy phone call, Yang Bo went over, toward Yang mother way: "this price is OK?"
Mother Yang nodded.
Yang Bo thought about it and said, "I'm going to buy a house in the county. You'd better live there. After all, it's inconvenient in the countryside, and there's a lot of time for half a year. They should come out soon. There's no place to live here."
Yang's mother opened her mouth, but she still couldn't refuse, because Yang Bo's last words convinced her that there was no place to live here. It's OK for Yang's father to come back alone and live here. Yang Lang has to blow up his hair!
After paying the bill, Yang Bo wrapped the red envelope and handed it to Li Er, who humbly took it.
Yang Bo took Yang's mother to the bank in the town, saved the money, and then rushed to the county. Tuolu Dongxing helped to buy a new hardbound house, which cost him 300000 yuan and gave the key to his mother. Yang Bo sent her back.
Back in the shop, it was dark.
Yang Bo took out the Xuande stove and wiped it carefully.
The Xuande stove is stained with incense dust. It looks very ordinary, but if you wipe it clean, you can see the real color of Tibetan scriptures, like the color of Tibetan Scripture paper.
This Xuande furnace is steady, elegant in color and elegant in color. It is skillfully exquisite. At the bottom, there is a regular script with eight characters "made by Wu bangzuo in the fifth year of Xuande". Wu bangzuo is the supervisor of Xuande furnace!
Yang Bo was in a good mood. He packed up the Xuande stove and took it back home. This time, he had a great harvest!
Back home, Yang Bo took a bath, picked up the carving knife, was about to practice, the mobile phone suddenly rang, Yang Bo took a look, it is Hu Qingqing!
"Hello, can I help you?" Hu Qingqing is not a guest.
Yang Bo was a little dumbfounded, "I asked you for some advice yesterday."
After Yang Bo finished speaking, Hu Qingqing said: "I flew last night and went to Tokyo. I didn't see your phone call. Just tell me what you have."
"I have a piece of Phoebe material here. I want to ask about the price. You yesterday..." Yang Bo explains.
However, without waiting for Yang Bo to finish, Hu Qingqing interrupted again: "Oh, the price of Phoebe is not very high, but it is still a medium and high-grade wood, which mainly depends on the quality and size of Phoebe..."
Hu Qingqing explained for a long time that he just remembered and asked Yang Bo, "are you going to carve Phoebe? I tell you, Phoebe is not easy to carve. You'd better practice with poplar and willow, so you can spend all your money on materials... "Yang Bo didn't interrupt until Hu Qingqing suddenly asked, "what's the matter with you?"
Yang Bo had a headache, "I have a piece of material here, I want to sell it..."
"Sell it. My father is in the imperial capital. I'm afraid he won't make a special trip to Jinling." Hu Qingqing interrupted again.
"Hu Qingqing! Can you hear me through? " Yang Bo raised his voice and said sternly.
Hu Qingqing was shocked, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "ah? Say it
"I wanted to ask you about the price yesterday, but now the wood has been sold by me. It's not for carving or for your father to come and collect the material!" Yang Bo snapped.
"Oh." Hu Qingqing answered.
Yang Bo slow tone, "a little anxious, speak a little louder, you are not scared?"
"No, it's OK." Hu Qingqing road.
After chatting for two sentences and exchanging the latest carving experience, Yang Bo hung up the phone and chatted with Hu Qingqing. It was really difficult!
Yang Bo picked up the knife and imagined Hu Qingqing's appearance in his heart, which was carving. Because he was angry in his heart, he cut the knife very quickly, and even without thinking, the knife moved with the hand, and the knife went into the wood.
Because of his fast movements, Yang Bo's sculptured images are inevitably sketched in bold strokes, just like the thick line technique of the eight knives of Han Dynasty. However, he was far from being able to reach the goal, so that the final image appeared to be sharp and angular.
Looking at the final product, Yang Bo couldn't help laughing. It turned out that sculpture could also vent his emotions. Liu Yidao asked him to send a piece of his masterpiece every week for comment. If he sent this one, he would certainly be criticized.
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When Yang Bo and his party arrived at their hometown, they saw Yang's mother standing outside the door, looking around for a long time.
Yang Bo took Li Er to the back of the house, pointed to the coffin and said, "look, I have something to do."
After that, Yang Bo told his mother that he picked up the snake skin bag and walked towards the earth temple.
There was no one else on the road. Yang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked into the temple, took out the incense burning in the censer, poured the incense dust into the fake Xuande stove, inserted the incense again, wiped the incense dust toward the incense burner, cleaned up the crime scene, and Yang Bo put the Xuande stove into a snake skin bag and walked out.
Until he carefully put the censer into the trunk of the trunk, this is a relief.
Yang Bo turned and walked toward the back of the house, but he didn't notice that he came and went from the earth temple in a hurry, which attracted the attention of the old lady. The old lady walked into the earth temple and looked around. The earth God was there, the incense burner was still burning. She was a little confused. She didn't expect that Yang Bo had replaced the censer.
Yang Bo came to the house and saw that boss Jiang was talking with his mother about the price. When she saw Yang Bo coming, she quickly waved and said, "Xiaobo, you know more. Take a look. How much can this wood sell?"
Yang Bo walked over with a smile, "what price did boss Jiang give?"
Yang Mu held out four fingers and said, "this number."
Yang Bo nodded. He went over and looked at the coffin. "Boss Jiang, we people in the public don't speak in secret. The number is too low. You must have done this kind of business. Whether Xiangnan is sold directly or other objects, it is much higher than this number."
"Brother Yang is really a joke. How can this kind of thing be used to make other furniture?" Jiang denied.
"Is it?" Yang Bo smiles and stares at it.
After seeing this situation more often, boss Jiang didn't care much, and he didn't move his eyelids.
"80000, let's take that figure from boss Jiang!" Yang Bo Dao.
Jiang boss quickly shook his head, "no, no, this price is too high."
"It's already reasonable." Yang Bo Dao.
Jiang's boss hesitated a little, "60000 yuan, brother Yang asked me to point out the shipping fee, that's the number!"
Yang Bo turned his head and looked at his mother. Seeing that she was already excited, he hesitated and said, "well, it's like making a friend of boss Jiang!"
Jiang's boss laughed, "OK, I'll find a car to take it away."
Jiang boss busy phone call, Yang Bo went over, toward Yang mother way: "this price is OK?"
Mother Yang nodded.
Yang Bo thought about it and said, "I'm going to buy a house in the county. You'd better live there. After all, it's inconvenient in the countryside, and there's a lot of time for half a year. They should come out soon. There's no place to live here."
Yang's mother opened her mouth, but she still couldn't refuse, because Yang Bo's last words convinced her that there was no place to live here. It's OK for Yang's father to come back alone and live here. Yang Lang has to blow up his hair!
After paying the bill, Yang Bo wrapped the red envelope and handed it to Li Er, who humbly took it.
Yang Bo took Yang's mother to the bank in the town, saved the money, and then rushed to the county. Tuolu Dongxing helped to buy a new hardbound house, which cost him 300000 yuan and gave the key to his mother. Yang Bo sent her back.
Back in the shop, it was dark.
Yang Bo took out the Xuande stove and wiped it carefully.
The Xuande stove is stained with incense dust. It looks very ordinary, but if you wipe it clean, you can see the real color of Tibetan scriptures, like the color of Tibetan Scripture paper.
This Xuande furnace is steady, elegant in color and elegant in color. It is skillfully exquisite. At the bottom, there is a regular script with eight characters "made by Wu bangzuo in the fifth year of Xuande". Wu bangzuo is the supervisor of Xuande furnace!
Yang Bo was in a good mood. He packed up the Xuande stove and took it back home. This time, he had a great harvest!
Back home, Yang Bo took a bath, picked up the carving knife, was about to practice, the mobile phone suddenly rang, Yang Bo took a look, it is Hu Qingqing!
"Hello, can I help you?" Hu Qingqing is not a guest.
Yang Bo was a little dumbfounded, "I asked you for some advice yesterday."
After Yang Bo finished speaking, Hu Qingqing said: "I flew last night and went to Tokyo. I didn't see your phone call. Just tell me what you have."
"I have a piece of Phoebe material here. I want to ask about the price. You yesterday..." Yang Bo explains.
However, without waiting for Yang Bo to finish, Hu Qingqing interrupted again: "Oh, the price of Phoebe is not very high, but it is still a medium and high-grade wood, which mainly depends on the quality and size of Phoebe..."
Hu Qingqing explained for a long time that he just remembered and asked Yang Bo, "are you going to carve Phoebe? I tell you, Phoebe is not easy to carve. You'd better practice with poplar and willow, so you can spend all your money on materials... "Yang Bo didn't interrupt until Hu Qingqing suddenly asked, "what's the matter with you?"
Yang Bo had a headache, "I have a piece of material here, I want to sell it..."
"Sell it. My father is in the imperial capital. I'm afraid he won't make a special trip to Jinling." Hu Qingqing interrupted again.
"Hu Qingqing! Can you hear me through? " Yang Bo raised his voice and said sternly.
Hu Qingqing was shocked, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "ah? Say it
"I wanted to ask you about the price yesterday, but now the wood has been sold by me. It's not for carving or for your father to come and collect the material!" Yang Bo snapped.
"Oh." Hu Qingqing answered.
Yang Bo slow tone, "a little anxious, speak a little louder, you are not scared?"
"No, it's OK." Hu Qingqing road.
After chatting for two sentences and exchanging the latest carving experience, Yang Bo hung up the phone and chatted with Hu Qingqing. It was really difficult!
Yang Bo picked up the knife and imagined Hu Qingqing's appearance in his heart, which was carving. Because he was angry in his heart, he cut the knife very quickly, and even without thinking, the knife moved with the hand, and the knife went into the wood.
Because of his fast movements, Yang Bo's sculptured images are inevitably sketched in bold strokes, just like the thick line technique of the eight knives of Han Dynasty. However, he was far from being able to reach the goal, so that the final image appeared to be sharp and angular.
Looking at the final product, Yang Bo couldn't help laughing. It turned out that sculpture could also vent his emotions. Liu Yidao asked him to send a piece of his masterpiece every week for comment. If he sent this one, he would certainly be criticized.
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When Yang Bo and his party arrived at their hometown, they saw Yang's mother standing outside the door, looking around for a long time. Yang Bo took Li Er to the back of the house, pointed to the coffin and said, "look, I have something to do." After that, Yang Bo told his mother that he picked up the snake skin bag and walked towards the earth temple. There was no one else on the road. Yang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked into the temple, took out the incense burning in the censer, poured the incense dust into the fake Xuande stove, inserted the incense again, wiped the incense dust toward the incense burner, cleaned up the crime scene, and Yang Bo put the Xuande stove into a snake skin bag and walked out. Until he carefully put the censer into the trunk of the trunk, this is a relief. Yang Bo turned and walked toward the back of the house, but he didn't notice that he came and went from the earth temple in a hurry, which attracted the attention of the old lady. The old lady walked into the earth temple and looked around. The earth God was there, the incense burner was still burning. She was a little confused. She didn't expect that Yang Bo had replaced the censer. Yang Bo came to the house and saw that boss Jiang was talking with his mother about the price. When she saw Yang Bo coming, she quickly waved and said, "Xiaobo, you know more. Take a look. How much can this wood sell?" Yang Bo walked over with a smile, "what price did boss Jiang give?" Yang Mu held out four fingers and said, "this number." Yang Bo nodded. He went over and looked at the coffin. "Boss Jiang, we people in the public don't speak in secret. The number is too low. You must have done this kind of business. Whether Xiangnan is sold directly or other objects, it is much higher than this number." "Brother Yang is really a joke. How can this kind of thing be used to make other furniture?" Jiang denied. "Is it?" Yang Bo smiles and stares at it. After seeing this situation more often, boss Jiang didn't care much, and he didn't move his eyelids. "80000, let's take that figure from boss Jiang!" Yang Bo Dao. Jiang boss quickly shook his head, "no, no, this price is too high." "It's already reasonable." Yang Bo Dao. Jiang's boss hesitated a little, "60000 yuan, brother Yang asked me to point out the shipping fee, that's the number!" Yang Bo turned his head and looked at his mother. Seeing that she was already excited, he hesitated and said, "well, it's like making a friend of boss Jiang!" Jiang's boss laughed, "OK, I'll find a car to take it away." Jiang boss busy phone call, Yang Bo went over, toward Yang mother way: "this price is OK?" Mother Yang nodded. Yang Bo thought about it and said, "I'm going to buy a house in the county. You'd better live there. After all, it's inconvenient in the countryside, and there's a lot of time for half a year. They should come out soon. There's no place to live here." Yang's mother opened her mouth, but she still couldn't refuse, because Yang Bo's last words convinced her that there was no place to live here. It's OK for Yang's father to come back alone and live here. Yang Lang has to blow up his hair! After paying the bill, Yang Bo wrapped the red envelope and handed it to Li Er, who humbly took it. Yang Bo took Yang's mother to the bank in the town, saved the money, and then rushed to the county. Tuolu Dongxing helped to buy a new hardbound house, which cost him 300000 yuan and gave the key to his mother. Yang Bo sent her back. Back in the shop, it was dark. Yang Bo took out the Xuande stove and wiped it carefully. The Xuande stove is stained with incense dust. It looks very ordinary, but if you wipe it clean, you can see the real color of Tibetan scriptures, like the color of Tibetan Scripture paper. This Xuande furnace is steady, elegant in color and elegant in color. It is skillfully exquisite. At the bottom, there is a regular script with eight characters "made by Wu bangzuo in the fifth year of Xuande". Wu bangzuo is the supervisor of Xuande furnace! Yang Bo was in a good mood. He packed up the Xuande stove and took it back home. This time, he had a great harvest! Back home, Yang Bo took a bath, picked up the carving knife, was about to practice, the mobile phone suddenly rang, Yang Bo took a look, it is Hu Qingqing! "Hello, can I help you?" Hu Qingqing is not a guest. Yang Bo was a little dumbfounded, "I asked you for some advice yesterday." After Yang Bo finished speaking, Hu Qingqing said: "I flew last night and went to Tokyo. I didn't see your phone call. Just tell me what you have." "I have a piece of Phoebe material here. I want to ask about the price. You yesterday..." Yang Bo explains. However, without waiting for Yang Bo to finish, Hu Qingqing interrupted again: "Oh, the price of Phoebe is not very high, but it is still a medium and high-grade wood, which mainly depends on the quality and size of Phoebe..." Hu Qingqing explained for a long time that he just remembered and asked Yang Bo, "are you going to carve Phoebe? I tell you, Phoebe is not easy to carve. You'd better practice with poplar and willow, so you can spend all your money on materials... "Yang Bo didn't interrupt until Hu Qingqing suddenly asked, "what's the matter with you?" Yang Bo had a headache, "I have a piece of material here, I want to sell it..." "Sell it. My father is in the imperial capital. I'm afraid he won't make a special trip to Jinling." Hu Qingqing interrupted again. "Hu Qingqing! Can you hear me through? " Yang Bo raised his voice and said sternly. Hu Qingqing was shocked, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "ah? Say it "I wanted to ask you about the price yesterday, but now the wood has been sold by me. It's not for carving or for your father to come and collect the material!" Yang Bo snapped. "Oh." Hu Qingqing answered. Yang Bo slow tone, "a little anxious, speak a little louder, you are not scared?" "No, it's OK." Hu Qingqing road. After chatting for two sentences and exchanging the latest carving experience, Yang Bo hung up the phone and chatted with Hu Qingqing. It was really difficult! Yang Bo picked up the knife and imagined Hu Qingqing's appearance in his heart, which was carving. Because he was angry in his heart, he cut the knife very quickly, and even without thinking, the knife moved with the hand, and the knife went into the wood. Because of his fast movements, Yang Bo's sculptured images are inevitably sketched in bold strokes, just like the thick line technique of the eight knives of Han Dynasty. However, he was far from being able to reach the goal, so that the final image appeared to be sharp and angular. Looking at the final product, Yang Bo couldn't help laughing. It turned out that sculpture could also vent his emotions. Liu Yidao asked him to send a piece of his masterpiece every week for comment. If he sent this one, he would certainly be criticized. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
