Siheyuan magic can defeat magic

Not long after, Lu Yuan arrived at a section where mountain products were sold.

Look at those dried mushrooms and various mountain products.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel happy.

After shopping for so long, I finally felt the urge to buy something.

Lu Yuan didn't bother. Anyway, these things would taste great when used to make chicken soup.

Then he went around one by one.

As for whether he recognized her or not, Lu Yuan used an identification spell to attack her.

As long as it's not poisonous, I'll buy it immediately.

Basically, they are all dry goods at two thousand yuan per kilogram.

Of course in addition to mushrooms, there are also some dried vegetables and herbs.

Lu Yuan has 200 points of Chinese medicine skills and has a good understanding of herbs.

He just didn't buy it.

This thing isn't delicious, there are plenty of them in the store.

Besides, with his physical condition, how could he get sick?

And they are just some ordinary herbs, although they are cheaper to buy.

But Lu Yuan still didn't buy it.

Just buy dried mushroom stuff.

Throw it into the backpack, and after walking for a while, the basket is empty again.

Anyway, with people coming and going, no one noticed what was in Lu Yuan's backpack.

After walking for a while, Lu Yuan saw a place selling game.

There are a series of game such as rabbit, pheasant, flying dragon, silly spore, wild boar, etc.

After all, it is not a famine year yet, so there are still many hunters.

Another thing is that it is now legal to buy and sell, so there are many things available.

Lu Yuan was still at a stall and saw someone selling hunting rifles.

Guns are men’s favorite.

Lu Yuan has been an honest man all his life and has never seen a gun.

Now someone is actually selling it, and I immediately became interested.

"Uncle, how much do you want for these hunting rifles?"

"Young man, you look like you're not a hunter.

There's no use for this thing even if you buy it, you should look somewhere else.

I sell this gun to hunters. If you buy it, you won't be able to use it.

You can’t carry a gun openly in the city.”

Ma Anping took a look at Lu Yuan's expression and immediately refused.

He didn't want to sell the gun, but his son went to work in the city and was allocated a house.

Let him pack up his things in the house and move in.

They told him that he was old and should not go to the mountains, and also asked him to get rid of the gun in his hand.

You can't walk around the city with a gun.

So he could only follow his son's arrangements, and there happened to be a market today.

He came to the market to sell it with a gun on his back.

Although he was planning to sell the gun, he didn't miss his old partner.

It was collected by someone and never saw the light of day again.

Seeing the old man's persistence, Lu Yuan felt that he was just acting on impulse.

Buying a gun is just because he likes guns, and it doesn't matter if he can't buy one.

Just consider it an eye-opener.

Lu Yuan touched the gun for a while, then stood up and left the stall.

Lu Yuan only bought two flying dragons.

The dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground refer to this flying dragon.

Lu Yuan was just curious, so he bought it.

And as for Feilong, I heard that it’s just like making chicken soup, just add some of the three ingredients to remove the fishy smell.

Very simple.

As for other things, Lu Yuan knew that he could do it with his own skills.

If you cook wild game, you might not deal with the smell properly and it would be wasted.

Things in the space are different. Boil them in water and add some salt.

Hey, this smell comes up immediately.

After walking around for a while, Lu Yuan saw someone selling books here.

I went up to take a look and found that these books were quite interesting.

Most of them are handwritten.

After checking with identification technology, at first glance, most of them can be sold at a certain high price in the future.

"Dude, where did you get all these books?"

Lu Yuan asked the stall owner while holding a handwritten copy of a supernatural story.

The man glanced at Lu Yuan and spoke lightly.

“These things were given to me when I fought with the landlord some time ago.

I thought it might be worth some money, so I took it.

Why, you like that book, take it for a thousand dollars."

As Yang Qiming spoke, he looked at the stall, fearing that someone would steal his books when he wasn't paying attention.

These books would be great if the price offered by the recycling station was not too low.

It's only one hundred yuan per pound, he might as well sell it, one thousand yuan for one book.

Anyway, he can't read, and he only sold three or four books today.

Now that someone is buying it, of course I’m happy.

Originally, when the villagers divided the landlord's belongings, others took furniture, quilts and so on.

When it was his turn, there was only this pile of books.

How long can it last for burning?

Until the village chief told him that he could sell it.

He then moved the things back home.

He first went to the recycling station to ask, but the price was too low and he didn't want to sell it, then someone gave him some advice.

If you sell them at the market, one thousand a copy, you will definitely be able to sell them.

He has a pile of books, at least several hundred of them. If each book costs one thousand, wouldn't that be hundreds of thousands?

This can even build a house.

Yang Qiming came early today with a cart to sell the books.

But only three or four books were sold today, which made him feel even more disappointed.

Lu Yuan looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly wondered whether he should pack up and buy it.

I can also read books when I have free time.

Moreover, according to the appraisal, several of them are unique copies and their value could reach millions.

Lu Yuan took out a cigarette, handed it to the boss and said.

"Boss, I like all these books of yours. If you can give me a good price, I will buy them all.

Can you help me pull it out of the market after this?"

Yang Qiming took the cigarette handed to him by Lu Yuan and was about to light it when he heard what he said.

Everyone was stunned.

"How much? How much do you want to buy?"

"I said, I want all the books you have here."

Seeing that the boss was shouting a little, Lu Yuan immediately came over to him and whispered.

"Okay, okay, I'll sell it. I have 678 copies here.

I just sold you four books. I won’t ask you for more than that.

Just give me 650,000."

Yang Qiming said to Lu Yuan with a smile on his face.

“Okay, but you have to help me pull it outside the market.

I can’t carry so many books.”

Lu Yuan pointed at the boss's cart, then at the backpack behind him and spoke.

Yang Qiming responded with a smile.

"No problem, I'll pack it for you right away. How about this money?"

As Yang Qiming spoke, he kept rubbing his two fingers together.

Lu Yuan didn't say much. He reached into his bag and took out a stack of 50,000 yuan bills.

He counted the money and handed it to the boss.

"Count and see if you are right."

Yang Qiming took the money, licked his fingers and began to count the money.

His face was filled with excitement, and he stood in front of Lu Yuan, counting again and again, several times in a row.

Lu Yuan couldn't bear it any longer, so he spoke up to remind them.

"Boss, have you counted them? Please help me move the books over."

Yang Qiming then came to his senses, wrapped the money in cloth and put it directly into his clothes.

Then he put the layers of clothes in place, and patted himself down when he was done.

“Hehe, it seems that I have enough money to marry a wife. I thought these books were just waste paper.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have to use firewood to go to the toilet, which would have saved me tens of thousands of dollars."

Yang Qiming was thinking in his heart while moving the books onto the cart.

He is the only person in the village who is stable in poverty.

His parents died very early, and the villagers took great pains to take care of him.

The land we were allocated was the worst of the bunch, not to mention whether it could be opened or not, even the location was the worst.

When we were fighting the landlords, the good things that were distributed were all taken away by the villagers.

All I have is that pile of books.

Now it seems that these books are not impossible.

Most people in the village are illiterate, and even the village chief can only read a few words.

What’s more, the things that the village chief’s family got was a set of furniture, which also included a complete set of quilts for the landlord.

The remaining things were also snatched up by the wealthy families in the village.

Seeing so many books, Lu Yuan also went up to start moving them, otherwise he would have to wait until the market was over.

With people coming and going, he didn't know where to find space for them.

(Thanks to the Happy Venerable 123 for sending me a love-generating message.

Thanks to Youyou Baishu for sending the three love-generated ones.

I got up today and presented the first chapter. There are still six chapters to go, and I must make up for it today.)