Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 163 Flood washed away the Dragon King Temple

From the blue Great Wall Cannon, three little beasts jumped out.

Two yellows and one black.

The black one was okay, just a small wolfhound, a little fat and strong, nothing special.

Those two yellow little beasts are incredible. They are bigger than cats, with brown and yellow fur, long and thick tails, and a black word "King" printed on their foreheads!

"Oh my god, these are two tigers!"

The old man exclaimed, stunned, his face full of horror.

His neck was stiff, and he turned to look at the young stall owner, who had a comfortable smile on his face.
"What's up, sir?"

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

The old man heard the young man say with a smile.

"You little rascal, you actually raised a tiger!" The old man looked a little embarrassed.

The reason he came to Shen Xing's stall this time was indeed because of his sense of justice. He wanted to fight against counterfeiting and criticize this young man, telling him to do business honestly and not to cheat.

But he never expected that this kid who sold mountain products actually raised tigers, and two of them!

The old man's face suddenly became red, as if he had been slapped on the mouth several times, burning and hot.

"Uncle, what's your name?" Shen Xing knew that the old man was here to expose counterfeiting, but he was not annoyed.

When doing business, harmony is the most important thing.

When Shen Xing asked the old man his name, he took out a pack of Changbai Mountain cigarettes from his trouser pocket. He took them from his father's bedside table before going out today.

The gentlemen in the three northeastern provinces like these locally produced cigarettes. They carry one or two packs with them when they go out and offer cigarettes to people they meet. If the other party accepts the cigarette, it means they are grateful for the favor and the matter becomes easy.

Cigarettes are indeed a powerful weapon for making friends.

Suitable for all ages.

"You're quite a smart guy." When the old man saw Shen Xing handing him a cigarette, he knew that the other party was deliberately giving him a way out, so he took the cigarette even though he was feeling embarrassed.

He is also an old smoker, smoking two or three packs a day and is addicted.

"It doesn't matter if your surname is Jiang, you can just call me Uncle Jiang." The old man said in a condescending manner, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Jiang?" Shen Xing was stunned when he heard this.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man's face carefully, and found that his face was very similar to that of a young policewoman.

"No way? What a coincidence?" Shen Xing was a little confused.

He knew a girl named Jiang, who was the one who yelled at him on the phone to send her a dog before she left.

Now there is another person named Jiang who looks similar. This is also a coincidence.

Maybe... the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple!
Shen Xing suddenly felt a little panicked.

If this Uncle Jiang in front of him is really the elder of the young policewoman Jiang Shan, then doesn't that mean...

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. There are so many people who look alike in this world. Doesn't Zhou Binglun look a lot like Jay Chou? Zhou Binglun is on tour while others are on tour, making a lot of money."

Shen Xing thought of a piece of news he saw on Douyin yesterday.

"Kid, what are you doing? Where's your lighter?"

Uncle Jiang made a gesture of lighting a fire.

"Ah, lighter, I don't have one." Shen Xing said casually.

He doesn't smoke, so why does he need to bring a lighter? A pack of cigarettes will be enough.

Uncle Jiang's face suddenly fell, "You don't smoke, why do you bring cigarettes?"

"You are pretending to be an elephant, but you are putting on a green onion in a pig's nose!"

Uncle Jiang glared at Shen Xing unhappily and cursed him while smoking a cigarette.

Experienced smokers all know that fire and smoke go hand in hand. If you smoke, you must have fire. If you don’t have fire, how do you light a cigarette when you get the urge to smoke?

From this detail, Uncle Jiang realized that this boy selling mountain products didn't smoke at all, and he just took a few packs of cigarettes to decorate his store.

"Uncle, aren't you an old smoker? Why don't you bring a lighter with you when you go out?" Shen Xing asked.

"Hey, how do you know I'm a heavy smoker?" Uncle Jiang was a little surprised.

Shen Xing pointed at his yellow fingers with his eyes.

This is because the fingers have been holding the cigarette filters for a long time and repeatedly, and have been stained by cigarettes. From this point of view, Uncle Jiang is obviously an old smoker.

"You have a sharp eye, that's good." The old man laughed, a little surprised.

But then he shook his head. This boy is young, but he is just a vendor selling mountain products. It's a pity that he has no future.

"Don't say anything. The lighter has been confiscated, and several packs of cigarettes that your uncle treasured have also been taken away." The uncle said with a sad face.

Uncle Jiang kept calling Shen Xing "your uncle" and "your uncle", and Shen Xing couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his mouth when he heard that.

If he wasn't such a big shot, Shen Xing would have punched him if someone else had come up to him.

The language of flower growers is broad and profound. The same word can have several meanings in different contexts, such as "delicious" at the dinner table.

For example, in bed, it tastes good.

"Who is so bold as to confiscate my collection?" Shen Xing said indignantly.

"Who else could it be? My little girl..."

The old man was about to explain, but suddenly he took a look at Shen Xing's mountain products and stopped talking.

He suddenly came closer and said in a low voice:

"Boy, you are a mountaineer, right?"

"Yeah." Shen Xing nodded.

"Then do you know the wooden house village?" Uncle Jiang asked again.

When Shen Xing heard him mention Muwu Village, he immediately became suspicious and alert to Dasheng.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? What happened to Muwu Village?" Shen Xing asked curiously.

Uncle Jiang took down his cigarette and said angrily:

"Fuck it, there's a brat in Muwu Village who kidnapped my granddaughter."

"Bah, it's unlucky just thinking about it! My granddaughter works at the city's G Security Bureau. She finally got admitted to the serious crime team, but she actually found a boyfriend who works as a veterinarian in the village. This is so shameful!"

"What good is a lousy veterinarian? He stays at home all day without eating or drinking, and keeps running to that village. There's nothing to run to there, only ravines and gullies!"

Uncle Jiang kept talking incessantly and was filled with anger, but he didn't know that Shen Xing beside him was looking more and more embarrassed.

"Wow, he really is the policewoman's family member? Her grandfather?"

The more Uncle Jiang talked, the more guilty Shen Xing felt.

Only then did he understand why Jiang Shan, a police officer in the city, always went to the village. Whenever something happened in the village, she was always the one leading the police team. A police officer doing the work of a civilian policeman was not a match for her job.

After Uncle Jiang's explanation, Shen Xing understood everything. He suddenly felt touched and warm in his heart.

"Boy, do you think this is outrageous?"

After Uncle Jiang finished complaining, he took the initiative to ask Shen Xing for his opinion.

"Outrageous, that's definitely outrageous." Shen Xing nodded.

"That's right, what's so good about that kid? He's just a country bumpkin, a mountain traveler who depends on the weather for his livelihood and doesn't even have a stable job. This is a mismatch!"

"Boy, you're absolutely right! You're absolutely right!"

"Yes, it's just a mismatch!"

Shen Xing's words touched Uncle Jiang's heart. Uncle Jiang held Shen Xing's hand tightly, as if he had found a soulmate.

"Boss, you are so right. You really understand me!"

Uncle Jiang no longer called Shen Xing "kid" and started calling him "boss".

"Uncle, you see, we hit it off right away. Why don't you take a look at my stuff? They're all good stuff."

"Look, that definitely depends on who follows whom."

He finally found someone who recognized him, and he was a young man at that. Uncle Jiang's affection for Shen Xing was growing like a rocket.

Shen Xing's words "not a good match" directly caught the old policeman who had been retired for many years.

"How much are these hazel mushrooms? Give me two kilograms!"

"The Hericium erinaceus looks pretty good, I'd like two pounds too!"

"The black fungus looks delicious. Give me five pounds. I'll give it away as a gift."

"What is this? Wild red ganoderma? Oh, it's five years old. It must be very nutritious and can replenish qi and blood. I want all of it. It just so happens that my younger generation just had a baby and needs some nourishment."

Shen Xing weighed and packed the goods skillfully. This old man was really a big customer. He bought 17 or 18 kilograms at a time and even packed up all the five-year-old wild hemp. He was so rich!
"Master, I have weighed them all for you."

"You are my first business, I will give you a 8.88% discount, yuan!"

Shen Xing packed up everything and said with a smile.

The old man nodded. He had nothing to do after retirement, so he liked to hang out at the market. He knew a little about the market price of mountain products. Hazel mushrooms and Hericium erinaceus were not very valuable, worth a few thousand at most.

The main things are those huge wild Ganoderma lucidum, a total of four, with extremely high quality, and you can tell at first glance that they are five-year-old top-quality Ganoderma lucidum.

This kind of Ganoderma lucidum is in short supply, especially the wild ones, which cost tens of thousands per plant and big bosses are scrambling to get one.

This "confidant" charged him 8.88 yuan, which was indeed not too much. The price was reasonable and quite generous.

"Uncle, if you think it's too expensive, I can give you two three-year-old plants." Shen Xing thought that Uncle Jiang thought these mountain products were too expensive, so he spoke quickly.

"No need, just pay what it is." Uncle Jiang shook his head and took out a gold-plated mobile phone from his pocket.

Scan the code and transfer money in one go.

"The money has been paid, boss. Your Ganoderma lucidum is good. If you have more in the future, I will take them all." Uncle Jiang checked the quality of the Ganoderma lucidum and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, I'll tell you if there's anything else next time."

"Okay, let's add each other on WeChat."

"all right."

Shen Xing handed over the phone and Uncle Jiang scanned the code.

"Your WeChat name is quite interesting for raising a golden gradient fish." After adding Shen Xing as a friend, Uncle Jiang said with a smile.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Hey, boss, your profile picture looks familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere..."

Uncle Jiang looked confused and scratched the back of his head.

When Shen Xing took a look, he realized that something was wrong!

"Could it be that he saw me chatting with the policewoman?"

"Maybe the avatars are the same. I just found this one randomly on the Internet."

The avatar used by Shen Xing is a well-known anime villain, "Bleach".

"It seems so." Uncle Jiang nodded.

Seeing that he was finally leaving with the bag, Shen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, fortunately, nothing was exposed."

But suddenly, the old man came back carrying the bag.

"Boss, you really don't know anyone from the Wooden House Village?"

"I don't know him. Changbai Mountain is so big and the villages are much older. I don't know what's so strange about the wooden house village?" Shen Xing asked back without blushing or beating his heart.

"Yes, Changbai Mountain is indeed big." Uncle Jiang nodded.

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Seeing that Uncle Jiang was finally sent away, Shen Xing breathed a sigh of relief again.

Damn it, it’s so hard to speak against my conscience. It’s not easy for me to make some money!
Looking at Grandpa Jiang's straight back, Shen Xing waved to Xiaotian, Xiaomei and the others, asking them to come over. There were many people around just now, and these little guys were timid. They ran out for a while and then ran back into the pickup truck.

Therefore, only Uncle Jiang saw these little animals.

Of course, Uncle Jiang was not a talkative person. He just wanted to expose the fake news, but when he saw that Shen Xing really raised a tiger, he didn't care much.

Just as Shen Xing called the little tigers to come over, an excited voice suddenly sounded at the market.

"Shen Xing!"

Oh no, oh no! When Shen Xing heard this voice, his face immediately became sad.

Oh my god, sister! Why did you show up at this time instead of earlier or later?

Your grandpa hasn't left yet, hey!
Ahhhhh!
Spicy and spicy!

Seeing that Shen Xing ignored her, the young policewoman Jiang Shan shouted again:
"Shen Xing! Shen Xing! I'm here!"

"I'm here!"

Afraid that the market was too noisy and Shen Xing couldn't hear her, the young policewoman deliberately raised her voice and waved her hands to attract Shen Xing's attention.

Such a tall, delicate-looking, and fashionable cool lady, standing in a crowded market, instantly outshines the crowd and it is hard not to be noticed.

Shen Xing covered his face, lowered his head, and even used a plastic bag to cover his face, pretending not to know the young policewoman.

When the young policewoman saw that Shen Xing clearly saw her but ignored her, her eyebrows immediately raised and she walked towards Shen Xing aggressively in her high heels.

"What is this guy doing? Why is he deliberately ignoring me?

“I’m so angry!”

The young policewoman walked while stamping her feet and sulking.

When Shen Xing saw the young policewoman coming over, his face became even more sad.

Don't come over here, fuck, don't come over here, please!
Your grandpa is still alive!

Grandpa Jiang, who was carrying a large bag of mountain products, was planning to buy some vegetables to cook at home. As he was walking, he suddenly heard the voice of his granddaughter.

"That's strange, why did I hear Shanshan's voice?" Uncle Jiang frowned, looking confused.

"Today is Friday, Shanshan should be at work now." Uncle Jiang shook his head, thinking he was hallucinating.

After taking a few steps, he heard his granddaughter's voice again.

This time it was quite big and loud, and there was excitement in the granddaughter's voice.

"No doubt about it, this is Shanshan's voice!"

Grandpa Jiang was happy and excited when he recognized his granddaughter's voice.

He quickly turned around, and this first time, he was no longer happy.

The granddaughter did see it, but she ran towards the boss who was selling mountain products. What happened?

Do two people know each other?
Grandpa Jiang also heard his granddaughter excitedly calling "Shen Xing" and "Shen Xing". She looked so shy and excited, as if she had met her boyfriend.

The "little boyfriend" hid and evaded her, even covering himself with a plastic bag and ignoring her. She got so angry that she stomped her feet.

Anyone who is not a fool can tell from this that her granddaughter likes the young boss who sells mountain products!

"Fuck it!"

"So it's you, you little brat!"

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