The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Fang Yan kept looking at Zhang Zian's back, the door was surrounded tightly, when Zhang Zian walked out holding Yang Ran's hand, he automatically gave way to a passage.

When he was almost at the door, Zhang Zian stopped suddenly.

Fang Yan's heart creaked, he probably won't regret it.

I took a look at Chen Feiyu, brother, I have done everything I can, if he doesn't let you go later, don't blame me.

Zhang Zian looked at Jin Mingyuan, "Just now, when you said you wouldn't kill me, did you write the name of your shop upside down?"

Jin Mingyuan had a bitter face, and just about to explain, Zhang Zian said directly to Fang Yan: "Please help him realize it."

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry Brother Zhang, give me an hour."

Zhang Zian nodded in satisfaction, and led Yang Ran out.

After Zhang Zian left, Fang Yan immediately called the construction team under his company.

Jin Mingyuan walked to Fang Yan with a flattering expression.

"Young Master Fang, I still have a bag in my shop, please be merciful..."

Fang Yan looked at Jin Mingyuan coldly.

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

Fang Yan wanted to kill him. Chen Feiyu was his brother, so he had no choice but to take his anger out on Jin Mingyuan.

Zhang Zian and Yang Ran walked not far away, and Zhang Zian found that Yang Ran was not in high spirits.

"Sister Yang, don't worry, the matter is over, and they wouldn't dare to trouble us even if they had the courage." Zhang Zian said proudly.

Yang Ran glared at Zhang Zian, and said uneasy, "Are we really going to spend Fang Yan's money?"

Yang Ran knew Fang Yan's identity.

There is no need for us ordinary people to conflict with them.

Zhang Zian burst out laughing, "Sister Yang, you are worried about this, it's okay, don't worry."

"You can still laugh, you don't know Fang Yan's identity?" Yang Ran twisted Zhang Zian's waist angrily.

He laughed even though he was so worried.

"I know, so what's the matter, you didn't see how friendly he is to me." Zhang Zian said with a smile.

Yang Ran was also curious. It stands to reason that this kind of son should not be so easy to talk to.

After all, Zhang Zian beat his people.

This is what Yang Ran couldn't figure out.

Without waiting for Yang Ran to speak, Zhang Zian said cryptically: "The last time we had a conflict, we had a private chat. He realized his mistake and is a very nice person."

Zhang Zian commented that he didn't know how Fang Yan would feel when he heard it.

Seeing Zhang Zian's attitude, Yang Ran did not continue to ask.

The two of them walked around for a long time, and they almost couldn't take all the big and small bags, so they announced the end.

I went downstairs to find a small noodle restaurant and ordered two bowls of noodles, which were delicious.

Half an hour later, the two burped at the same time. Yang Ran leaned back on the sofa and touched her slightly bulging stomach, feeling very satisfied.

After resting for a while, throwing everything into the back seat of the pickup, Zhang Zian drove Yang Ran to the Antique Street, ready to visit Zhang Ziling.

Haven't seen this guy in a long time.

It's only past one o'clock now, everyone is busy eating or resting, and there are very few people in Antique Street.

The stall owner on the side of the road ate steamed buns and pickles, and shouted a few words when he saw Zhang Zian and the two of them.

Zhang Zian glanced at it, none of the objects had spiritual power, they were obviously old objects on purpose.

They are all fakes.

It can be sold as a work of art.

As soon as I arrived at the door of Zhang Ziling's small shop, I heard the sound of bargaining from inside.

"This is left by my great-grandfather. It is said that it is an item in the palace. It is not for sale if it is less than 100 million."

"This is obviously an imitation bronze product. I'll give you [-]." A young Taoist gritted his teeth and argued.

"Little Taoist priest, for the sake of the Patriarch Sanqing, 99, no less."

Zhang Ziling looked like I was at a disadvantage.

The young Taoist priest was wearing a cyan Taoist robe, but on his feet was a pair of paired sneakers, and on his legs was a pair of dark blue jeans.

Seeing that Zhang Ziling didn't let go, the Taoist shook the whisk in his hand, "Benefactor, I see that the store faces west, and there is a wall on the opposite side, backed by the road, which is a typical location of 'blocking money'. Does it mean that there is no income recently? ?”

The Taoist said confidently that since Zhang Ziling would not let go, he had no choice but to show his ability.

"Get out, I won't sell you for money, get out, don't disturb my business." Zhang Ziling said impatiently.

Although what the Taoist priest said was right, it was okay if he didn't mention it, and he would get angry if he mentioned it.

The Taoist was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhang Ziling to have such an attitude, and was at a loss for words for a while.

I follow my master to read Feng Shui fortune-telling to others, and they are very respectful. Today I go out alone, why is the treatment so great.

I can't help but sigh, Master is still amazing.

The Taoist said unwillingly to give up.

"That... that, benefactor, I have a plan to..."

"Don't go, see if I beat you."

Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't listen to his persuasion, Zhang Ziling was still bothering himself, angrily picked up the mop from the side and wanted to beat him.

Zhang Zian led Yang Ran in, just in time to see Zhang Ziling chasing after the Taoist priest with a mop.

The Taoist priest was about the same age as himself, only in his early twenties, and at this time he was lifting his Taoist robe with his hands to facilitate his crazily escape.

"Don't beat the benefactor, you will hurt your body if you get angry, and there will be no one to replace you when you get sick..."

The Taoist priest was also talkative, so it was fine not to speak, but Zhang Ziling was even more annoyed by his chattering.

Seeing someone coming in, the Taoist priest had an idea and immediately ran towards Zhang Zian and Yang Ran.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Ziling also chased after him.

Yang Ran was startled and hid behind Zhang Zian.

"Benefactor, here comes a guest."

The Taoist hid behind Yang Ran and said to Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling was panting with a mop in hand. Seeing Zhang Zian, his head got bigger, but he didn't continue to chase.

Zhang Zian looked at the two with interest, and he felt a faint wave of spiritual power from the Taoist priest.

Musha.

Seeing Zhang Ziling put down the mop, the Taoist finally heaved a sigh of relief, stood up, and slapped Zhang Zian.

Sincere attitude, without the slightest sense of humor.

"Thank you for saving your life."

Zhang Zian was amused, and he didn't do anything, so it was a life-saving grace.

Originally, because of Longhushan, Zhang Zian didn't have a good impression of Taoist priests, but when he saw the Taoist priests in front of him, Zhang Zian didn't feel disgusted at all.

"You're welcome."

"Where are you from? What's your name."

Zhang Zian asked curiously.

"Xiaodao comes from Wudang. I came down the mountain under the order of my master. The benefactor can call me Yu Fu." Taoist Yu Fu said.

"Zhang Zian."

Zhang Zian walked up to Zhang Ziling, saw Zhang Zian sitting on a chair, staring at Yu Fu viciously, making Zhang Zian laugh for a while.

"You can listen to Taoist Yu Fu's advice."

Since Yu Fu has spiritual power fluctuations, he is definitely not comparable to blind Chen and his ilk.

Zhang Ziling glanced at Zhang Zian, but did not speak.

Yu Fu had already walked to the side of an ancient bronze mirror that he had just photographed, and he could buy it back and give it to his master.

Seeing that Yu Fu was picking up an ordinary bronze mirror, Zhang Zian glared at Zhang Ziling. This piece of junk is not worth ten yuan.

What the hell are you selling someone for 100 million?

"Yu Fu, I heard outside before that you have a way to change the situation here?" Zhang Zian asked curiously.

Zhang Zian has always been very curious about the art of Feng Shui, and wanted to see how Yu Fu would change.

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