There is a Little Fairy Farmer in the Country

This little fat man seems to be around twenty-six or six years old. Hearing the little handsome guy in front of him wants to buy his signboard, his eyes start to look at Lin Chendong again.

You know, his sign has been passed down for generations, and it is older than the antiques inside.

"You've heard it right, I just want to buy this piece of bluestone, you can make a price." Lin Chendong looked like a must.

"Brother, you are here to play, I don't remember where I offended you. Although I sold a few pieces of tribute, but they are all in the price range, there is no money." This little fat man does not think that Lin Chendong He came here to sell things and felt like he came to play more.

"Oh, little boss, you think too much, I won't be so boring to kick you over, don't tweeze-chat, come on, I just buy this piece of bluestone." Lin Chendong said to the fat little boss with a smile.

"Really?" the little fat man asked.

Then looked at the two beauties next to Lin Chendong, staring closely at this piece of the wall for unknown generations. Until his generation, he put the signboard left by his ancestors outside the door of the antique shop in Shangjingli.

I don’t know if it’s because the currency has depreciated in recent years, or there are more local tyrants, more and more people like to collect antiques, and the business can be done.

"Can you tell me why you should buy this bluestone?" The fat man's multi-year business mind told himself that there must be something in this piece, or they must be related to it.

"You ask so many things, give you one million yuan, buy it to us, otherwise you will not be able to open this store." Han Ling said to the little fat man.

"What? One million yuan?" The little fat man was also surprised.

It's not surprising that there are a lot of one million yuan in it. They did it in this business. Those antiques do not have more than a few million yuan. It can be said that they are businessmen who are accustomed to big money.

It just made him wonder that a piece of ordinary bluestone is not jadeite, how is it worth one million yuan? I was thinking: "Is there any baby in Bluestone that can't succeed?"

"Little fat man, in this world, there are some things, it is best not to know. The more things you know, the less guaranteed your life is. Don't ask." Yue Long said to the curious little fat man.

"I don't want to lose one million yuan. I can buy it for you, then take it down and open it." The little fat man thought of this beautiful woman, "Is there a baby in it?"

"Little fat man, what my wife said is not fake. There are some things that ordinary people don't know well. It's the happiest to be an ordinary businessman." Lin Chendong said lightly to this little fat man without a trace of emotion.

It is not that Lin Chendong looked down upon him, but that he felt that being an ordinary person was happier. Many things knew too much, the more stress, the more he paid.

Be an ordinary businessman?

No, this little fat man didn't want to be an ordinary businessman.

Since a certain acquisition of antiques, he translated some texts and found that this world is not the kind he imagined; after that time, he began to yearn for the legendary cultivation of immortals, hoping that day the fairy would look at himself.

Then cultivated into a fairy, when a free cloud wild crane scattered people, Xian Xun asked, soak up the beauty of the world and so on.

It can be said that this is the dream of the little fat man; it can also be said that he is a very ambitious little fat man.

"If I said, I don't like my life now, can you let me know that this blue brick board, I can give it to you." The little fat man looked at Lin Chendong seriously.

"..." Han Ling was speechless, and then looked at Lin Chendong.

"Okay, it's funny to see you, it's a bit close to your eyes, let you see it." Lin Chendong said to the smiling little fat man.

"Really, okay, wait a moment, I'll take the tool." The fat man intuitively told him that the three young men in front of him were definitely not ordinary people, and even the tone of the speech was so mysterious.

After talking about this little fat man in the antique business, he hurried back to the store.

After a while, he ran over with some tools in his hand. He hadn’t waited for Lin Chendong to speak. His hands started to work, holding a hammer and tools. He pecked at the edge of a bluestone half a meter wide and less than one meter long.

The movement was quick. The fat on his hand and the fat on his face, under his movements, kept shaking, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, come, helper carry it down, this one is a little heavier, two times heavier than ordinary stones!" The little fat man pecked the edge of the bluestone block and said.

"You let it go, let me come." Lin Chendong said, pulling him away.

Then one hand buckled the blue stone slab laid on the wall, and carried it into this antique shop with bare hands to say:

"Let's close the door."

"Yes, yes!" When the little fat man heard Lin Chendong's words, he immediately closed the door, not afraid of Lin Chendong's robbery.

Because the little fat man doesn't look like they are bad guys, and they see a mysterious feeling from them. With his eyes for many years, he will never look at people wrong.

He only saw Lin Chendong put this board half a meter wide and 80CM blue stone board on the table of the tea machine.

Then I saw Lin Chendong's hand, like a magic, with a small dagger in his hand, cut this piece of blue stone hard like iron, feeling like he was cutting tofu, this hand on his hand Sharpened iron like a dagger, his eyes showed extremely greedy eyes.

"I'm going, isn't this the legendary flying sword?" The little fat man asked about the legend translated from antiques the year before.

"You can say this." Lin Chendong said to him lightly.

"Won't it be true, oh my god, are you a fairy? Or a fairy? A fairy?" The little fat man questioned the three of them.

"Fairy hair, do you think the reiki on earth can conceive a fairy?" Lin Chendong said to the little fat man who reads this story a lot.

"Cultivator?" The little fat man stepped back and asked.

"It's almost ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Lin Chendong didn't want to answer this question, especially the little fat man said.

A large piece of bluestone, under Lin Chendong's careful, cuts less and less, until the middle of the end.

I finally found the shape displayed by the instrument. From its color, it looks like a piece of gold. If it is worth one million yuan, there is no fuss.

Strangely, it is not only a piece of gold, but also a gold medal. It is bigger than the palm of an adult and weighs about two to thirty pounds.

"What text is this?" the little fat man asked, looking at the gold medal with a faint golden glow.

"This is an ancient script, which is even older than the Oracle bone script." Lin Chendong picked up the gold medal and said.

"Do you know what is written on it?" the little fat man asked, thinking to himself: "Is this a treasure left by our ancestors for our descendants? Also, how do they know there is a gold medal in the bluestone?"

"Hundred Yuanzong!" Lin Chendong said.

"Hundred Yuanzong?"