The little demon ate breakfast very quickly, swallowing the wind and sweeping the remaining clouds, which made Zhang Yunfei stunned.

"My devil, can't you eat slowly? How old are you? Is your eating habits? Will any girl be willing to follow you in the future?" Zhang Yunfei looked at the bean juice that was thrown around on the table, then looked at his son who was grinning with oil and grinning, and said angrily.

"Grandpa once said that a man eats, eats voraciously, a man poops, and squats down and leaves. This is the pure man." The little demon put down the bowl with a bang, wiped his mouth and went back to the room.

Looking at his son's back, Zhang Yunfei's face twitched: "I shouldn't have left him on the mountain in my early years. I was just training a bandit!"

In the room, the little demon put on his clothes randomly and poked the bean bag that was humming on the bed.

"Doubao, go out for a walk with me." The little demon's malicious laughter made Doubao's round belly shrunken.

"You help me see the goods and buy good wine after making money, how about it?" Xiao Yao deceived me repeatedly.

Dou Bao raised his head and stared at the little demon, and was filled with energy.

There is a door! The little demon was so happy that he leaned forward: "You can feel the breath of the old thing. As long as you are willing to help me see things, there will be more wine in the future. Who will be the one who will treat each other, right?"

Dou Bao seemed to understand Xiao Yao’s thoughts, and hummed, turned around, aimed his butt at Xiao Yao, shook it with disdain, buried his head and continued to sleep.

This little thing was tortured by the little demon last night and went on a completely strike.

"You bad guy!" The little demon had no choice but to wrap his fingers and flip the bean bag hard, and went out.

I took five thousand yuan from Zhang Yunfei and swayed out of Zhengyiju.

Before dawn, the City God Temple was already very lively.

Weekends and Sundays are the most lively times. Antique vendors from all over the world gather to set up stalls. At the ghost market, they muttered and whispered. In the night, the people who bought and sold goods handed out the bills and took them back. The air was filled with a breath that made the little demon feel extremely excited.

"I have to pick up a few big holes today!" The little demon walked around with his hands behind his back.

On the two streets at the entrance, there are stalls in a row, with various accents mixed, including bronze, jade, calligraphy and painting, miscellaneous items, and porcelain, which is dazzling.

The little demon even complained secretly. He was half-baked and could not tell the old and new things at all, and he could not see the things when he saw them. After a while, he not only gained nothing, but also felt dizzy.

"This won't work. Let's start with something that is stupid to open the door. If you think it's good, then open the Dao Ye's Heavenly Eye." The little demon changed his mind and walked around for a while. He really took a look at a few things. He forced the Heavenly Eye twice and found that these two things were really old.

A painting and calligraphy, a small landscape, although there is no signature, the mountains are light, the trees are sparse, the clouds and smoke are misty, and the wind and rain are coming. Below the painting, an old man rides a donkey and wears a straw raincoat, walking against the wind, which is a good mood. Inscription: "Xin'an Wind and Rain Picture".

The other one is a large jar, half a meter tall, all over orange and yellow, with mud-like casings exposed under the glaze, and the glaze layer emits a faint glass light, which makes it comfortable to look.

The little demon opened his eyes twice, but his body was weak and his eyes were full of stars. He had only 4,500 yuan left.

"Although this painting is small, it has a good artistic conception. Maybe it was painted by a master. Judging from the above breath, it was also in the Qing Dynasty. This big jar was a long time ago, and it was so big, so it would definitely be sold for a good price!"

The little demon felt relieved with a painting in his arms and panting and holding the big jar.

Such a small water bowl sold for 180,000 yuan. Rub, these two items will have to make hundreds of thousands of yuan back. Dao Ye is lucky and good days are ahead.

There was no money in my pocket and it was getting brighter. The people in the ghost market began to disperse. Xiao Yao decided to go back to the store to show off to his father first.

"Little brother, are you good guys?? They are all old!" As he was walking, he could only hear a woman's voice coming from the corner of the street.

Turning his head, he saw a woman in her forties waved to her. There were dozens of jade artifacts placed in front of her, both mud and earthy, placed randomly on the snakeskin pocket.

"Old guy?" Xiao Yao squatted down and glanced at him.

"It's all old guys, all warriors! Little brother, let's have a picture." The woman smiled.

"All of them are warriors?" Xiao Yao was happy as soon as he heard this. Damn, I might believe that there are a few things I have. This is a warrior, and I'm just a fool.

Although the little demon is not of high quality for jade, his father also told himself that there are very many fake jades in the market for war Han, and the one with the most fake jades in the imitation war Han is the goods from Xuzhou.

Let's try it out first.

The little demon smiled and said, "Sister, from Xuzhou?"

As soon as he said this, the woman's face suddenly showed a complicated expression and she smiled awkwardly: "It turns out that the little brother is still an expert."

"I dare not, I have passed on my family since I was a child." Xiao Yao said shamelessly.

The woman sighed and said, "Since my little brother is from a businessman, I won't lie to you. Are you a store?"

“Home open.”

"These things are sold for you at a cheap price. I haven't opened them yet. They are all imitations. You look at the gossiper and the patina. It's good. If you collect a few pieces, you will definitely make a lot of money!" the woman whispered.

"Sister, if I buy these, my dad can break my legs. Are you old guy?" Xiao Yao smiled.

Seeing that the little demon didn't want it, the woman was a little disappointed and said: "Little brother, there were many old people in their early years, but now they are getting more and more uncomfortable, so how many are there."

"If you have an old guy, I'll see if there isn't, then I'll have to leave." The little demon looked like he was about to leave, and the woman hurriedly stopped him.

"The old guy has a few items, but I just bought them all, and there are only a few undesirable things left."

"Didn't you say it's not open yet?"

"Oh my, little brother, hurry up and watch the goods." The woman smiled.

I squatted down and saw the woman take out a plastic bag from her pocket and hand it to the little demon.

The little demon took it, opened the bag, and poured everything inside into his hands.

As soon as I got started, I felt a cool smell coming to my face.

"Hmm?!" The little demon was shocked.

This is a burial spirit!

"Little brother, these cicadas are good things, local goods. Look, although they are small, they are all Hetian jade. You look at the lumpy worker! This is a wealthy family! It is definitely a good thing!" The woman added fuel to the fire.

It is indeed a jade cicada, with different sizes. The largest fingernail has an average size and is mostly blue-white jade. Although the engraving work is simple, the shape of the jade cicada is carved after a few chats. It is full of soil stains. After counting, nine of them.

Without opening the eyes of the sky, but by feeling the breath, the little demon can be sure that it is an old man, and it is true that the woman said she was a local man, otherwise there would be no burial energy on it.

Is it going to ship again? Local goods are very marketable.

The little demon suppressed his excitement, sighed, and said, "Sister, the things are good, how much does it cost?"

The woman thought for a while and said, "I am really stupid, I am not stupid, take it away with six thousand."

"Six thousand!" The little demon screamed and put the jade cicada in the woman's hand: "Sister, you are joking with me! The old thing is good, but it's too small. Look, the biggest one is just that little, like a fly, there is no worker, and the jade quality is not as good as jade quality, six thousand?! Come on, you can do your business."

The little demon looked like he was about to leave, but was pulled by a woman.

"Little brother, you can open a price, open a price."

The little demon scratched his head and opened his mouth: "Three hundred!"

"What!?" This time it was the woman's turn to be stunned: "Little brother, you are too cruel, three hundred? I'm not enough."

"What's the cost? Sister, this thing is just a by-product. If it's a good thing, it can still fall into your hands? Three hundred is already very good."

The woman sucked her mouth and said, "It's really not possible. If you want it, take a thousand, it's really a low price."

The little demon took the jade cicada back again, looked at it, and thought to himself: "The thing is old, if you buy it, you will make money. Even if you accompany me, Dao Ye can use this thing to practice formation in the future, and it will not be wasted."

The little demon flipped his pocket and said, "Sister, look, there are only five hundred left on me. If you want something, let's do a business, otherwise you will be over."

The woman stared at the little demon's money and was hesitant. She gritted her teeth and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Little brother, you are too cruel. I have never seen you bargain like this. To be honest, I really didn't make much money for you."

"Haha, I'm familiar with you, and I'll take care of your business in the future." Xiao Yao paid the money, took the jade cicada, laughed and left.

One morning, I spent 5,000 yuan and ran home all the way back, and saw my father holding a calculator to settle the score.

"Dad, come and see the treasures I bought from your son. We will definitely pay off the debts we owe for 20,000 yuan at once!" The little demon placed the calligraphy and paintings on the table and wiped his sweat.

Zhang Yunfei turned his face, walked up to him, looked at the jar, expressionless: "How much did you buy this?"

Looking at the expression on the father's face, the little demon's heart skipped a beat. He thought he would be stunned, but why didn't he report it?

"Dad, isn't the thing old?"

"Old." Zhang Yunfei took off his reading glasses, took a closer look, and nodded: "Tang Dynasty, Shouzhou Kiln."

"Tang Dynasty!?" Xiao Yao was overjoyed: "I made a profit! I made a fortune!"

With the water bowl before, the little demon felt good. He looked like an expert, and said, "Dad, such a big person, an old man from the Tang Dynasty, should it be fine if he has hundreds of thousands of dollars! Hahaha, Master Dao is so lucky. This time he posted it! He is so big!"

Zhang Yunfei gave Xiao Yao a blank look and said, "Who told you that the old ones can sell them for a big money? Who told you that the big ones can sell them for a big money? Are the bricks on the City God Temple valuable? Are the stone pots outside big? Are they valuable?"

"What!?" The little demon only felt a basin of cold water pouring towards him.
Chapter completed!