More than an hour later, Liu Qinghua came back with an old man wearing a navy bag and a sleeveless bag. The old man sat on a stool and smoked, "This handheld hoop has not been opened for many years, and Liu Wazi still remembers it."

Liu Qinghua smiled, "When anyone didn't have a broken bowl and a jar, you had a unique skill. The bowls and jars you had tied are all water-free, so why didn't you remember them?"

Zhong Yue stood aside and asked, "Is this old master's surname?"

"Craftsman, what does your surname matter? You are the boss, what do you want to hook up? Now that people are rich, they throw away the broken bowls, and fewer people use water tanks, and all craftsmanship will be lost. If you don't live this year, I will stop the mountain, old man."

Zhong Yue pointed to the stone tablet wrapped in a blanket and said, "Broken monument."

The smoking master's face changed, "The monument is not tied."

Liu Qinghua quickly grabbed the master who was about to leave and said, "Grandpa Bai, goodbye, please be polite."

"What kind of compatibility! This is the rule. If a person dies, erects a monument. If the iron hoop is nailed on the monument, I will not do anything that damages my good deeds. I cannot make money for these few dozen dollars."

"Master Bai stays there. This is not a tombstone. You can decide whether to hoop it or not after you look it."

The old man turned around and said, "It's strange. There are still stone tablets that are not epitaphs?"

He walked over and lifted the blanket, "The wrap is so tight." He pulled out the foam as he said.

"It's a memorial to record things. That's OK." The old man glanced a little and glanced at the words on his eyes.

Liu Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Flip over and I'll take a look."

Liu Qinghua walked forward and worked with him, erecting the stone tablet.

"Well, there are no words behind the back, it won't affect you. What about the other half?"

Zhong Yue pointed to the wellhead, "It's underneath."

Master Bai was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's still a cool job, I don't want to do it for three hundred yuan."

"Three hundred, Grandpa Bai, you used to be able to hold a tank of only twenty, three hundred yuan..." Liu Qinghua felt that the old man was really talking, "Fifty, fifty, do you think it's true?"

The old man stepped on a cigarette butt, "Three hundred yuan is for your own good. I am so old that I have an injury when I go down the well. I will compensate you for it! Three hundred yuan, even if I fall to death, I don't want you to compensate me."

“…”

Is this old man here to hang porcelain or hit porcelain?

"Hurry up, don't the hoop, give me some good words!"

Zhong Yue took out three hundred yuan and gave it to the old man Bai directly, "The hoop is stronger."

"Okay." The three big bills were put into their pockets, and the old man's face improved a lot. "It's still a grand style. In this way, I'll go down the well and find a place to settle down. I'll prepare to hang the stone tablet later."

Several people took a bundle of ropes, tied them tightly to the old man, and slowly hanged them into the well. Several young men pulled the ropes, "Why is this old man so heavy?"

Liu Qinghua stood beside Zhong Yue and said, "A Yue, you were deceived by this old man. He is tough. When I went over, he was holding a chicken and gnawing. Early in the morning, he was the only one who ate the chicken. When he was young, he was a man who sucked the jar and held a large jar of two meters. He said he would pick it up and pick it up. It was much stronger than our young people."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "It's okay, just three hundred is three hundred. Now this is called craftsman spirit, and there is not much."

"Haha, you're so generous."

"Ah Yeh! Liu Wazi, are you talking bad about me again?" Echoes came from the underground, "Hang the stone tablet, remember to face down the section, don't hit me!"

"Look, this sound is full of energy. Does this look like a sixty-year-old?"

Zhong Yue helped to tie the stone tablet and wrapped it several times to prevent the stone tablet from taking off the rope and smashing the old man Bai below.

"Be careful!"

"I can't kill you!"

The stone tablet slowly lowered, and then there was another jingle sound. After about twenty minutes, the old man Bai below heard him shouting: "Qihuo! Pull me up."

Several young men spent a lot of effort to slowly carry the master up.

"I can't tell, master, it's quite heavy."

Loosening the rope on his body, the old man smiled and said, "You guys are really useless now. When I was young, I carried about a hundred pounds of bluestone bricks and walked on the mountain road without breathing. Look at you, you are so suffocating that you are so suffocating that you are so suffocating. Practice well."

Zhong Yue tied the rope around his waist and said, "I'll go down and take a look."

"Okay, then I'm waiting for my skills. Don't worry about this stone tablet. This stone tablet has been honed for decades."

Zhong Yue put on his safety helmet, but he was the one who was hit by the head last time, so he was even more careful this time.

Originally, there was moss on the well wall, which was very slippery, but after nearly a month of drying up, the moss fell off, revealing the original stone color.

The rope slowly lowered, Zhong Yue stepped on the turtle's back, moved his body carefully, and shone it with a flashlight.

There were two iron chisels exposed on the back of the stone tablet, one on each side, and there was no trace of iron nails on the side. Zhong Yue reached out to touch it. It was really strange. The half piece below clearly had characters before, so why did it disappear after the stele that time? Zhong Yue thought about this question for a long time.

The light of the flashlight shone on it, and the sound of the system sounded for a long time.

Accompanied by the magnificent background music, at this moment, Zhong Yue felt a sense of time and space disorder. He also had BGM (background music)?

"【Lost and Regained】The plot is completed, the system rewards???"

Is this a plot?

Zhong Yue stared at the restored stone tablet in a daze, but stared at it again. Even the handwriting on the top half of the stone tablet disappeared. If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, Zhong Yue wouldn't believe that such a chiseled word on the top would have disappeared!

Suddenly, a sound came from Inoue.

"Zhong Yue, are you okay?"

Zhong Yue looked down and saw that the originally dry well had water seeped out from underneath! Is this too mysterious?

"Pull me up."

He turned off the flashlight and was shocked. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have really been disbelievable!

"How is it? How is my craftsmanship?"

"A Yue, what's wrong? His face looks so ugly?"

Zhong Yue came to his senses, "Oh, it's okay. It's pretty good, thank you Master Bai."

Old man Bai smiled and said, "You're welcome, okay, Liu Wazi, please send me back."

Liu Qinghua said a little unhappy: "You have made money, please ask for a three-bangzi back by yourself. I still have a lot of work on hand."

"Hey you……"

Zhong Yue stopped Master Bai who wanted to beat someone, "I happened to go to the county, Brother Guang will take you back."

When he heard that Zhong Yue would take him back, Old Man Bai was relieved, "Liu Wazi, you really have. I agreed to pick you up and drop it off with you in a special car. Seeing that the old man made money, I regretted it again, who is it?"

"Go away! Just a porcelain hoop, I really think that I am a powerful man. Now no one has repaired the bowl and no one has used the water tank. Your craft has ended."
Chapter completed!