The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

The happy mother is preparing to take the whole family to update their clothes.

My dad, who is used to being thrifty, kept saying that if he had known earlier, he would not have bought the clothes a few days ago. It was such a waste that they would not fit him after just wearing them once in a few days.

Tutu comforted him, "You can wear it after you gain weight."

My dad kept talking to himself in the mirror, "I don't want to get fatter. If I get fatter, I'll take the pill again."

Tutu said helplessly, "Dad, that's a marrow cleansing pill, not a weight loss pill. You can't take it all the time."

Dad firmly believes that if there is a marrow cleansing pill, there is also a weight loss pill, and Tutu feels that this is true.

Tutu asked her parents to order clothes themselves while she also wanted to check on Yi Er's condition.

In order to save her image, Tutu wore a rather gorgeous Tang-style dress, which was not too picky about body shape, and she could still wear it now that she was thinner. Then she put on the only braid she had learned, and put on a set of tortoise-shell jewelry.

She must make her new partner forget her previous image.

Connect Yi Er.

Yi Er looked at her with some confusion but restrained himself and didn't ask any more questions. "I'm a weapons dealer. What kind of businessman are you?"

Tutu displays the shelves. "I am a real estate businessman, but if you have any needs other than real estate, you can tell me, such as food, clothing, daily necessities, flying skateboards, flying cars, etc."

Yi Er was surprised. "You have real estate and food? Any amount is fine."

Tutu motioned him to look at the shelves. She had cleaned and repaired the entire town on the shelves, and it looked brand new.

Yi Er was surprised after reading it and said, "You just sold a city?"

"You can say that." Tutu thinks it is understandable that the town is regarded as an ancient city.

"I need as much food as possible. If I buy half a city, can you add a wall?" Yi Er asked tentatively.

Tutu had never tried to modify anything in the system. She enlarged the icons on the shelf and studied them one by one. At first, she used the system to synthesize a big hammer and also used the system to collect bricks and stones. The collected bricks and stones were put into reality as a square stone brick, but except for repairs, she had never used them in the system.

I clicked on the repair option, and there was a grey icon for construction, but I didn’t know at which level it could be unlocked.

Tutu hesitated, thinking about trying to upgrade to the next level. She had already accumulated enough points, but after the upgrade, there would only be a few hundred points left, which was a bit tight.

But Yi Er wants to buy half of the town, he’s a big customer.

Tutu still chooses to upgrade.

After the upgrade, the construction option was indeed lit up, but a level one construction icon appeared.

Build a first-level energy barrier wall, level the land and dig pits.

When Tutu was traveling in an RV in the West, he had already piled up a lot of bricks, stones, and earth in the wilderness.

However, building the wall consumes a lot of resources, and the brick and stone inventory was reduced by half.

Tutu built a wall around the town in the system and asked Yi Er to mark out the house he wanted.

Yi Er eliminated all the houses with three floors or more in the town, and he selected more than 60 two-story properties. Tutu put the houses he selected together and surrounded them with a wall.

It was passed to Yi Er as a whole, and thirty tons of grain were put into it.

Tutu earned nearly 10,000 points in one go, and wondered why Yi Er didn't buy some daily necessities, such as clothes.

If you look closely at Yi Er's grey coat, you can see that the collar is worn out, and the hairpin he uses to tie his hair is just a wooden branch.

Tutu didn't say much.

Yi Er stood at the top of the hill and waved his hand to release an entire town onto a large piece of wasteland.

The crowd below was stunned, and after a while they began to cheer.

Looking closely, these sixty-odd people all had injuries to varying degrees.

After Yi Er came down, they took out their weapons from their bags and rushed to hand them to Yi Er.

"Brother, look at this, how much is it worth? This is a spear I made of meteorite iron."

"Brother, look at me. This is the Thousand Forged Sword. It took me half a month to make it."

"Brother, there are mine, mine"

The master dispersed the crowd, "They didn't squeeze you, did they? Are your injuries okay?"

Yi Er coughed twice and said, "It's okay, Master. I sold your sword. What will you use? Although we have a place to rebuild the sect, we still have to go and pick up our family members who are hiding in the mountains."

The master waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Let's collect more ore and make a new one."

He said, snatching the knife from the third brother next to him, "How can I be without a weapon? I am a blacksmith."

The third brother next to him looked at his knife eagerly, and it seemed unlikely that he could get it back.

He pulled out another sword from his bag, which was obviously not as good as the one his master had taken away, a Hundred Refined Sword.

Yi Er started coughing again while laughing.

Some time ago, there were inexplicable rumors in the martial arts world that their sect had a secret book that could help one cultivate to the level of a land immortal.

As a result, their sect was attacked continuously, and the master, who felt something was wrong, sent his family members to hide in the mountains overnight.

Because the disciples were all picked up by the master over the years, their family mainly consists of the master's wife and a dozen young children who have not yet learned martial arts.

And they, the brothers, agreed to fight and retreat to the agreed position after they had just wiped out a wave of enemies.

The master came out to meet them last, with an injured right arm and carrying the seriously injured Yi Er on his back.

The fellow disciples were all relatively young, and when they saw Yi Er covered in blood, they all had tears in their eyes. The eldest brother, who was a few years older than the others, took over and carried Yi Er on his back.

I don’t know if there will be pursuers, so I have to escape from here quickly.

Yi Er kept having a fever, talking nonsense, and calling for his mother. The master wiped his tears and murmured, "What happened? Why did it suddenly become like this?"

The master looks big and strong, but he is very emotional. Otherwise, he would not have picked up children one after another for so many years, and each time he picked up more than sixty children.

Somehow Yi Er was bound to the plane system while he was unconscious. The system automatically scanned the valuables on his body. Apart from the blood-stained knife, there was nothing else. He inexplicably became an arms dealer.

When he woke up from his coma and found out about the system, he told his master immediately.

The master heard what he said and thought that he was hallucinating because of his severe injuries. He handed the knife to Yi Er and said, "Then you can sell my knife and see what you can get in exchange."

Yi Er was a little hesitant and repeatedly confirmed, "Master, isn't this your treasure? It took you more than two years to make it. Are you really selling it?"

The master coaxed him, "Just play with it. Stay alert. Let's run farther and find a doctor for you. If you want to sell it, just sell it. Don't keep falling asleep."

It might be possible that Yi Er had really lost too much blood and his brain was not working. His master told him to keep it for fun and sell it whenever he wanted, so he really sold it.

The master was still blabbering on and on, and the eldest brother was the first to notice that the knife was really gone, "Master, Master, look, your knife has disappeared."

In full view of everyone, the knife disappeared from Yi Er's hands.

The master rubbed his eyes in disbelief, pulled Yi Er, carefully avoided the wound, and touched everywhere.

"Where is my knife? Where is my big knife? It took me two years to make such a big knife."

Yi Er came to his senses and said, "Master, the knife was sold. Did I do something wrong?"

The master looked at Yi Er’s pale face and immediately denied it, “No, it sells well. I’ve been using it for so many years and have wanted to change it for a long time. Let’s get on with our journey first.”