The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!",He looked up at the time. It was already 1 p.m. He was half an hour later than usual, which meant he had been standing there for a full half hour!。