One person: I am just a pawnshop owner

But soon Yang Fang experienced a huge ups and downs in his mood.

"System? System?"

After Yang Fang tried calling the system many times, he always got silence.

This made Yang Fang even start to doubt whether he had just heard it wrong.

Could it be that it was just an auditory hallucination caused by years of dreaming?

Yang Fang bit his teeth and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Is it because the way he called was wrong?

He remembered that he had just activated the system by touching a carp, so he quickly tried to touch the carp again, and then continued to call the system in his mind.

This time, the system finally gave a prompt.

'This system is related to the pawnshop. Please explore the pawnshop on your own. Friendly reminder: you can try to touch the objects in the pawnshop to activate the system.'

Yang Fang relaxed too much after getting the hint.

Fortunately, the system at least really exists and he is not dreaming.

Then he began to rummage around in the pawnshop.

The system has said so, he can't take it lightly.

He opened the small glass door under the counter.

This counter is made entirely of bulletproof glass and has extremely strong impact resistance, mainly to prevent theft and robbery.

After all, the items displayed here are all things that were pawned by previous customers, and they are quite valuable.

Among them are gold, jewelry, antiques, etc.

Yang Fang touched each one one by one, but the system's voice never sounded.

Even after he had touched everything in the glass counter, no strange phenomenon appeared.

Then he tried to touch other things, such as the walls, store hangings, etc., but there was the same silence.

This made Yang Fang fall into deep thought.

First of all, he doesn't think the system is deceiving him.

If that's the case, perhaps the items in the pawnshop lobby aren't enough to trigger a system reaction.

As mentioned before, Yang Fang's pawnshop has a special storage warehouse at the back door.

The gold and jewelry in the front hall are indeed precious, but compared with the things in the warehouse at the back door, they are nothing.

Everything in there needs to be kept in a safe!

Perhaps something in there can cause a systemic reaction.

When Yang Fang thought of this, he walked to the door, closed the door, and then locked it tightly.

Once locked, the alarm system is activated.

After Yang Fang finished doing this, he walked towards the back door.

After walking for a while, he came to a room of considerable size.

The only thing in the room was a safe.

They are stacked layer upon layer, the tallest one is five layers high, almost 1.8 meters.

The total number is about a hundred or so.

Most of the things in these safes were not simple in origin. Lao Yang usually had a loose control over Yang Fang, but there was only one room where Lao Yang would never allow Yang Fang to do anything out of the ordinary, such as running, jumping, lighting fires, smoking, drinking, etc.

Yang Fang is usually obedient and has never made trouble in this room since he was a child.

But he didn't expect that today, he would have to open them one by one to check.

Fortunately, his father is not here, otherwise he really would not allow Yang Fang to do this.

Yang Fang put on gloves and started checking the safe numbered first.

In box number one was a pure gold statue of Bodhisattva, about thirty centimeters tall. It was obvious that it was of great value. Yang Fang touched it, but there was no reaction.

Then open box number two.

Icy jade bracelet...no response.

Box number three.

Late Qing Dynasty plate inlaid with gold and jade... No reaction.

Box number four.

A small piece of Huanghuali wood bracelet...no reaction.

After opening four boxes in a row, there was no response, which affected Yang Fang's mentality a little.

He took a deep breath and opened box number five.

There is a wooden sign inside.

The wooden sign was only half the size of a palm, and the material did not appear to be any precious wood, but there was a word "Zhang" written on the front of the sign.

Yang Fang felt a little strange about the wooden sign. He had been influenced by his father since he was a child and had some knowledge about antiques. He was also quite good at judging the value of an object.

But there is nothing valuable about this wooden sign.

Yang Fang looked at the record written by his father in the box.

There are two records. The first one was written when I received it:

On October 26, 1998, it was purchased by a woman named Fan. Made of pine wood, it appeared to be hundreds of years old. Strangely enough, after much deliberation, I finally accepted it. The pawning period was three years, and the handling fee was 600 yuan. After deducting the handling fee, I received 8000 yuan in pawn money.

Then comes the second one:

Three years later, the other party still hadn't come to collect it. I took it to a professional for a look. It was indeed pine wood, and had indeed been preserved for hundreds of years. But strangely, there were no signs of blisters or corrosion. This was too strange. An expert wanted it out of curiosity, but I didn't give it to him. I decided to keep it for now. Maybe he'll find out what happened later.

Dad’s record made Yang Fang think.

He suddenly had an intuition that perhaps this wooden sign was what he was looking for!

He stretched out his hand toward the wooden sign.

The moment he touched the wooden sign, the system prompt sounded again:

'Object-related memory detected, do you want to read it?'

Yang Fang was startled.

He didn't agree for the time being. He first closed the door of box number five, then carefully checked the security systems in front and behind the pawnshop to make sure they were working properly before focusing his attention on the wooden sign again.

"Read!"

He muttered to himself.

Then he felt dizzy and everything in front of him became blurry and dark.

When his vision returned from the darkness, the first thing he saw was a smiling face.

The owner of the smiling face is a very cute boy.

At this moment he was calling out excitedly:

"Mom, my brother has opened his eyes!"

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Chapter 3: I have a brother named Zhang Quanyi~ (Please give me flowers, votes, and rewards!!)

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the fourth year of Baoyou.

Yizhou, Liaodong.

Zhang Fang, who was already five years old, sat in front of his house and stared blankly outside.

It was early winter, and the air in the Northeast was already quite cold. Zhang Fang was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and he sat on a small stool looking like a New Year's sticker doll.

The Zhang family is located in the suburbs of Yizhou. Therefore, there are dense trees near the Zhang family, and from time to time you can see wild rabbits running across the road.

Zhang Fang stared at the end of the dirt road outside the door, his eyes looking forward to someone's return.

At this time, a female voice was heard in the house.

"Fang'er, don't wait outside. We don't know when your brother will be back today. Don't freeze outside."

"It's okay, Mom. I'm well dressed. I'm not cold."

Zhang Fang called into the house in a baby voice.

The woman sighed with a voice that sounded both helpless and doting and didn't say anything else.

So Zhang Fang continued to wait.

After a while.

A shadowy black figure finally appeared at the end of the dirt road outside the door.

As the black shadow approached, his figure and appearance became clearer.

He was a young man wearing a Xiaoyao scarf and a blue Taoist robe. He had a handsome and cute face, bright eyes, and a sunshine between his brows.

The young man seemed to be using some kind of footwork when walking, and his movements were quite elegant and graceful.

When Zhang Fang saw the man's appearance clearly, a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

He stood up from the wooden bench.

Then he staggered towards the young man.

His clothes were extremely bloated, and he looked clumsy when running, which made him look extremely cute and funny.

"elder brother!!!"

Zhang Fang shouted loudly.

A smile appeared on the face of the young man in the distance. He suddenly quickened his pace and within a few steps he took more than ten steps faster than an ordinary person.

Suddenly, Zhang Fang tripped and fell down.

The young man became anxious when he saw this scene, and several clouds appeared out of thin air under his feet. In just a moment, he came to his brother.

Then he picked up his brother with one hand.

"Why are you running away? Can't you just sit there and wait for me?"

The young man smiled and scratched Zhang Fang's nose and said.

Zhang Fang sniffed his nose and said:

"I just want to pick up my brother as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, you!"

The young man patted Zhang Fang's head, then carried Zhang Fang step by step towards his home.

Strange to say.

Although this young man doesn't look very old, his arm strength is amazing.

Even if he held a five-year-old child in one hand, there was no shaking at all.

The two brothers chatted as they walked, and when they arrived at the door, the woman who had been in the house had been waiting there for a long time.

She looked at her two sons with a smile on her face, her eyes full of love.

The young man put Zhang Fang down, then bowed to the woman and said:

"My son Quanyi has practiced for eight years, fulfilling his master's instructions and finally returning home. I am unfilial, and I am sorry for my mother's worry and concern!"

After Zhang Quanyi said this, tears suddenly welled up in the woman's eyes.

She hugged Zhang Quanyi, tears streaming down her face, and she said with a choked voice:

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

When Zhang Quanyi was hugged like this, his previous calmness and unrestrainedness were completely gone, and his eyes were also extremely red.