C42 A Craftsman at the Bottom of the Tang Tower

250 minutes later, Wang Nanyuan stood at the ferry pier at the northern part of Baiou City and the south side of the river. At this moment, the mysterious island in the center of the island was reflected in front of his eyes like a painting. In just 5 minutes, he would be able to cross the island with the craftsmen of the new island and face Mr. Henry, who was so sophisticated that he could not see through him.

At this moment, the tide was flat, and the river water was calm. But. . . For some reason, Wang Nanyuan thought of his step-father, Lin Changcheng, who had carefully described a special place to him on the island - the Wen Tianxiang Temple. His step-father had said that the person he respected the most in his life was Wen Tianxiang. Wang Nan came from a humble background. His step-father had told him the story of Wen Tianxiang and Iu Island in Baiu City countless times: 700 years ago, Wen Tianxiang was detained on a mission to the Yuan Army. He escaped danger while Yuan Jun was escorting him and came to Baiu City. The city was not safe, so he crossed the river and arrived at the island of Youxin, which was located in the center of the river. He stayed in Zhongchuan Temple and wrote a poem, The Home in the North, Zhongchuan Temple. 500 years ago. In order to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the national hero's inauguration, the people of Baiu City built a temple for him. In the temple, there were stone sculptures of Wen Tianxiang and famous people. It was made by his step-father's ancestors who went to visit Nanxi's famous craftsman. Wang Nanyuan had always remembered the couplet his step-father taught him. "Gu Yu comes from Zhongchuan. It is difficult for the water to extinguish the hatred of the country when it passes away. The words of respect have lasted for thousands of years. The winds of Ying are still roaring with anger. " He also reminded him that he would never be able to return to Bai Wu City in this life to admire this great hero of Zhong Hua. If you go back one day. . . I must go and see this great hero.

Seeing that Wang Nanyuan was deep in thought, Chee-ker finally said, "Fake foreigner, look up at that thing and tower on Gu Yu. Those are the two pagodas on our island. To the west is Song Ta, and to the east is Tang Ta. Such a magical pagoda and brick tower was built by our ancestor, Master Wu. "

Wang Nanyuan raised her head and said rudely," Do you think I'm blind? Who stood in our position and saw it the first time? It's not that pagoda! Don't forget. I'm so good at painting. I've even studied this pagoda before!"

While the two young men were bickering over the two thousand-year-old pagodas on the island, Henry, "Fan Ren," and his assistant were walking along the stone road from the East Tower. They were heading towards the old British consulate at the bottom of the east tower. Along the way, he was not only shocked by the thousand-year-old pagoda. What shocked him even more was that, without any soil, the top of the seven-story hollow tower. . . There was actually an ancient Banyan tree that had lived for a hundred years!

If time went back to more than a hundred years ago, Henry's ancestor, the lame missionary, would definitely tell him that when he came to Baiu City as a missionary, This Tang Tower, which was seven stories high on the surface of the land and surrounded by green bricks, was different from what Henry saw at this moment. At that time, There were flat seats, railings, and eaves on the outer layer of the East Tower. There were ladders that went straight up to the top of the tower. Standing at the top of the tower, However, looking down at the surging waves of the Wu River, he could see the full view of the south bank's Bai Wu City. It was precisely because of them, the British. . . Back then, when they built the British consulate at Mount East Pagoda, they found an excuse. They said that the guards needed to work and forced the craftsmen in and out of the East Tower to demolish the roofs and walls. This caused the body of the tower that was left behind to become hollow without a roof.

At this moment, looking at the top of the tower, which had no soil but could take root and grow a Banyan tree for a hundred years, fear flashed through Henry's heart. This race, the Master Craftsman Wu here, was not a match that could be easily won! What exactly did this mysterious ancient Banyan tree foretell?

Henry felt very uneasy. He quickly left the East Tower and went down the mountain to the old British consulate under the East Tower.

When he just arrived, he saw that Wang Nanyuan and his craftsmen, New Ou, were already standing outside the thick wall of clear water outside the British Consulate on time as promised.

Following Henry, everyone walked into the old address of the consulate. Wang Nanyuan raised her head and took a closer look. This cloister was clearly the style of ancient Rome. Although the column had the characteristics of the river culture, it was the style of the ancient Roman column. The stone stairs, wooden handrails, wooden flooring, fireplace, and other decorations. At a glance, it was an underground British building.

After everyone took a seat, Henry opened his mouth. He spoke in the fluent Mandarin that shocked everyone: "Young people, let me introduce myself first. I am a British cultural businessman, but I am an English and Han cultural ambassador. This time I came to China, I hope to buy a large amount of your local craftsman products. Just like the things from the 'Wang Shi Hall' that I saw at the restaurant yesterday. Did you bring anything good today?"

Wang Nanyuan was just about to answer when Ashiya'er took a step forward and asked," Sir, do you only want the uu porcelain? "

"Hahaha, of course not. I want all the good things from your Master Wu! But, I only want good things! " When he said "good stuff," Henry's eyes flickered.

Leaf said, "Take a look first. Does this count as good stuff?" Wang Nanyuan handed over a wooden box. Henry's assistant took it without saying anything. He turned around and handed it to Henry.

When the wooden box was opened, the light made Henry take a step back. Then he narrowed his eyes and carefully took out the artifact from the wooden box. He carefully looked at the strange object in his hand: it was a porcelain that could be held in his hand, like a dog. It also looked like a tiger, but of course it looked like a lion. He held his head high and puffed out his chest. His eyes were wide open, and his ears were erect. He had a long beard and beard. His back was covered in fur, and his body was covered in fur. His tail was like a cattail leaf fan sticking close to his buttocks. The entire porcelain was grayish-white in color, and the fetus was fine and fine. Its entire body was covered with a bluish-yellow glaze. It was smooth and translucent, and it had a majestic and majestic appearance. What made Henry feel even more strange was that. . . This object looked like a crouching lion, and there was a round hole on its back. It was neither too big nor too small, just in the middle of the lion's back.

Henry thought to himself, Oh, my god! Of course. He did not say anything. Instead, he turned around and whispered to his assistant. After a while, the assistant politely said to the young men in front of him in Mandarin, "May I ask you to leave? Mr. Henry wants to talk to Mr. Wang alone. "

Seeing that the other assistants followed him out of the inner hall, Henry said to Wang Nanyuan, "Name a price!"

Wang Nanyuan said, "Sir, how much do you think it's worth? You should know that this is a cultural relic. "

"Young man, can we make a deal?" Henry took his gold-rimmed glasses. He carefully wiped his gold-rimmed glasses with a piece of black silk cloth and said, "All the relics that you know and can find in the hands of Master Wu. I want them all. Help me find them, we are in charge of international transportation and trading. The final profit sharing. "

Wang Nanyuan quickly thought of something. What should he do?

Pondering for a moment, Wang Nanyuan said, "I'm from China. I don't want to buy cultural relics. However, I have a chance now. If you can pay for it, I will give you a chance to find the finest craftsman of New Ou. At that time, there will be a new breakthrough in your international cultural career. At that time, sir, you'll definitely feel that this trip was not in vain. "

Wang Nanyuan was right. When she heard the word "Master Wu," It had deeply touched Henry's heart. He thought that the reason why he personally went out this time was not because Zhen Haochi and the other two had returned empty-handed with the golden word "Master Wu"? Then the deadline of the seventy year alliance was already so urgent. He absolutely couldn't let go of the opportunity of being led by the direct descendant of the Wu family in front of him. Therefore, Henry agreed to Wang Nanyuan's suggestion: invest as much money as possible to make a "Gathering of Craftsmen" once in the island. It was to gather the Craftsman tools that the world's Craftsmen cared about the most, day and night, at the island.

Henry raised his head and looked at this young man. He could not help but praise in his heart: Great, Gathering of Craftsmen, The Craftsman has come! Whatever I want, I will follow!

So, it was a deal!

"Hold on!" Suddenly, a deep and aged voice came out of nowhere. Henry and Wang Nanyuan were both shocked. Why was there a third person in such a quiet place?

While they were pondering, a strange figure appeared in the corner of the room, which looked like an adult. However, it was only the height of the child. Who was this? Why was he here?