I collect gold fingers in the heavens

Chapter 249 Obtaining and Recognizing the Lord

That thing was on an unassuming stall.

There are piles and piles of copper coins on this small stall, and in the corner, there is a ceramic puppy.

The object that shone with a strong blue light under the [Detecting Spiritual Light] was this ceramic puppy.

Wu Siyuan's heart suddenly moved, the situation was the same as that described in the novel.

He came to the stall with a calm face, picked up a copper coin, and asked the stall, "Boss, how much is this copper coin?"

"Little brother, you know what to buy. The best thing in my stall is this copper coin. Take a look at that patina-packed, genuine Qianlong fan coin. You can give me five hundred for a buy-it-yourself price." And the words in the novel Exactly the same, the peddler pointed out five fingers.

Wu Siyuan couldn't help laughing, and returned Qianlong Fanqian, you just put Qianlong Fanqian around like this?Open mouth is five hundred?This antique market is making a lot of money.

In other words, it is also called tuition.

It's hilarious.

Wu Siyuan pointed in the direction of the company, and said to the stall owner, "Boss, I work there. I'm not here to travel in Jiangnan City."

"Ahem, cough, this is really an old item. I don't believe you. You are a neighbor here. Give me [-] yuan. If you take it away, I will open the door today." The peddler said a little Embarrassed, he said without giving up.

Maybe it's done!

Wu Siyuan smiled, did not answer, but pointed to the ceramic puppy lying on the side, that is, the treasure that was shining with a strong blue light, and said, "How do you sell this ceramic puppy?"

"You talk about this. Little brother, let me tell you, this thing I just said is made in the Wanli year, look at the tire system, look at the glaze color, when I received this thing in the country, the fellow villagers It is said that they dug it out from a large underground tomb when they were digging the reservoir, and there are a bunch of..." I have to say that it is not easy to do this job, at least the eloquence should not be bad, and the skin must be thick.

Wu Siyuan looked like he didn't believe him, but the small vendor was still bragging desperately, just wanting to find a winner to get off to a good start.

Wu Siyuan directly thought about what he said, "Boss, don't be ridiculous. How could there be a bulldog in the Wanli period? Besides, it really came out of the ground. You have asked the police to invite you to drink tea with this ghost."

"I just had a sudden interest. I wanted to buy something and put it on the table to look at. Your item is estimated to be more than ten years old at most. It is a handicraft. I don't know if it says [make in China]. Can you give me a real price?" Right? I’ll buy it if it’s right!” Wu Siyuan said lightly, but what he didn’t say was what he would do if the price wasn’t right!
"Give me fifty and you take it away." The peddler thought about it for a while, and gave a price.

Without further ado, Wu Siyuan took out a [-]-yuan green note from Ju An's wallet, handed it to the peddler, and then took this otherworldly ceramic puppy from his stall, and turned around. , and left cleanly.

In the original book, Ju An even bargained with the owner of the small vendor, and finally bought the ceramic puppy with [-] yuan, but there is no need for Wu Siyuan here.

It's only fifty yuan. Compared with the Mohists' legacy hidden in this ceramic puppy, it's not on the same level at all.

"Go slowly." The peddler looked at the fifty-yuan bill in his hand happily, and said to Wu Siyuan's back with a smile, thinking that he had made money, but he didn't know how much opportunity he had missed.

No wonder the gods and Buddhas in myths and legends are so particular about chance!

It is really a treasure placed in front of you, you have no fate, and it is useless!
Wu Siyuan, who turned his back to the small vendor, raised his mouth slightly, thinking silently in his heart.

He came to the bus station, sat for an hour, didn't eat any food, and went directly back to the small house rented by the original owner, Juan, a small room of more than ten square meters, without a kitchen and bathroom, and the bathroom is shared .

This is the rental house in the village in the city.

The conditions are so bad, of course the price is not that high, only four hundred yuan.

Maybe he told the current original owner, Mr. Ju An, that [-] oceans is too expensive. After all, his current salary is only more than [-] yuan.But for billionaire Wu Siyuan, that's about it.

What is really important is this thing. Wu Siyuan took out this ceramic puppy from a street stall from his arms, and the [Shennongjiao Space] in his mind was always ready to move, constantly conveying the idea of ​​[I want] to Wu Siyuan .

"Don't worry!" Wu Siyuan said with a slight smile.

With a shake of his hand, the ceramic puppy fell to the ground.

The things I bought for fifty yuan broke apart, and a paper bag inside was exposed.

Wu Siyuan ignored the ceramic fragments and directly picked up the paper bag.

When I opened the paper bag, I saw a dark green bead necklace connected with a dark red rope, and there was a very small wishful knot between the rope and the beads.

The [Shennong Corner Space] in my mind beat faster, as if Lao Tie encountered a rare delicacy and couldn't make it himself.

Wu Siyuan was unmoved, his eyes fell on the paper, and found that there were words written on it: Nowadays, opium tea poisons the people of the country, and his fellow opium foreign merchants want to kill Xiyi, and leave this pearl with you. Spring of the second year.

The text on it should be left by the owner of the last Mohist bead, a folk patriot, and I don’t know what happened in the middle. His son didn’t get this thing, or his son got it, but he couldn’t figure out the meaning of it. It's a secret, so I went around and got it again by that small vendor.

This is 【Fate】ah!

Treasures that have no destiny or share, even if they are put in front of them, they are like a mirror image, and they are hard to come by!

This thought flashed through Wu Siyuan's mind, and Wu Siyuan picked up the Mohist bead.

The whole bead glowed faintly in Wu Siyuan's hand, there seemed to be something inside, but it was vague, covered by a cloud of mist.

After looking at it for a while, there was no reaction at all to this Mohist bead.

"No. I remember that in the novel, the protagonist entered the small world of the Magic Mirror Bead after looking at it, so I watched it for so long, but I didn't react at all. Could it be that I have no fate?" Wu Siyuan put down Zhu Zi, thinking with a puzzled face, "Impossible!"

He carefully recalled the plot of the novel, and suddenly remembered that when the original owner, Ju An, was looking at this Mohist bead, his hand was injured.

His fingers were accidentally cut by shattered ceramic shards and blood flowed.

When he looked at this Mohist bead, the blood on his finger was absorbed by the bead, and the Mohist bead also recognized its owner.

After more than a hundred years, this Mohist legacy once again has its owner.

(End of this chapter)