Every life will have a dream, Jin Yangyang wants to unify the pig dynasty in Yunshui Mountain, pheasants want to fly on the branches and become phoenixes, and the street writer Wangshen weasel has a dream and finds himself running a chicken farm.

Dreams are also a kind of force to forge ahead, Zhou Yi also had dreams and felt this power, but when he has the all-round idler system and the power to change his life, the dream he once had has changed.

Now he doesn't want to get ahead, have countless wealth, and be admired by thousands of people, because these are just easy for him to get. After possessing a strong ability, Zhou Yi became more and more precipitated, extending his former dream to the whole world

Of course, it's not to unify the four seas and dominate the universe, that thing is too tired, and Zhou Yi didn't wear it~ Yue, let alone catch up with the great era of wind and thunder, and if there is no reason to have that kind of thought, it would be stupid;

Yunshui Mountain is the base and base camp of his cultivation; based on Yunshui and looking at the world, he can be Mr. Falk in "Around the World in 80 Days", Xu Xiake who laughs at the smoke and clouds, and Columbus and Magellan again, not seeking to discover the New World, but only to cook a thick chicken soup for the soul and make up for himself carefully.

Of course, Zheng He's children's shoes can't be learned, that is a man's eternal pain

This kind of thought, in fact, he did not have the almighty idler system when it had already sprouted, after getting the system, this idea became clearer and clearer, at this moment to Xinjiapi, sitting on the viewing balcony on the one hundred and eighth floor, overlooking this beautiful city full of green forests and coconut trees, drinking the 'cat coffee' just sent by the waiter, Zhou Yi's outline in his mind is more and more complete, this sudden joy makes him can't help it' He laughed out loud, but the laughter was soon wrapped up in the sound of raindrops falling on the parasols, and it became a very unique landscape.

"What kind of coffee is this?

The catkins had just finished taking a shower, coaxed the leaves to sleep before eating, and then put on their pajamas and came over; accompanied Zhou Yi to look at the tropical scenery of the rain, plantains and coconut trees, and drank this so-called precious coffee, but immediately frowned when he took a sip, feeling that he couldn't enjoy it.

What does this smell like?

This kind of coffee is very expensive, in this six-star hotel, a cup costs hundreds of Singapore dollars, which is equivalent to more than 500 yuan RMB. ”

"It's so expensive!"

Looking at the small coffee cup in his hand, Liu Wu was taken aback: "Then why do you call it cat poop coffee? ”

"I said you're going to be more disgusting, this thing is a special coffee bean, it's very difficult to digest, you have to let the cat eat it, and then pull it out"

Zhou Yi smiled, waiting to see Liu Fu's reaction.

"Vomit"

Liu Wu threw down the coffee cup as if he was electrocuted, raised his snow-white little fist and slammed it at Zhou Yi: "Zhou Yi, you are too much, you actually tricked me into drinking this kind of thing."

Somehow, her breathing became rapid, and the snow-white soft skin that could not be covered by her pajamas also turned peach blossom red, and millet grains suddenly bulged on her originally tender skin

"Hey, what are you doing in the room, third child, it's dinner time, and the leaves are up."

The cup of cat poop coffee was still warm, and there was a strong knock on the door: "Third child, you and your daughter-in-law are hurrying up, Chinatown Night Market has started."

This guy just doesn't hold his mouth. Zhou Yi glanced at Liu Wu with a smile, but Liu Wu lowered his head, feeling that Comrade Xiaohua was actually not very annoying

Chinatown is the Chinatown of Singapore Phi. Of course, there are banana people here, but there are also Chinese people who have a red sprout and are looking at their hometown every festival.

Maybe Huaxia has had a problem of infighting since ancient times, one Jackie Chan and three people are worms, but when it comes to a foreign country, there is really no nation that is as willing to hold together as the Chinese people. This can be seen from the dazzling shops on the street, even if the goods here are faintly smelling of imported products under the erosion of time, but every shop is opened by Chinese, Little India and Malai Monkey will be squeezed out when they arrive here, and they can't even distinguish between the left and right hands, they pee with their left hand and open the meal with their right hand.

Like the flea market where catkins stayed, Chinatown mainly sells some Chinese snacks and all kinds of small goods. Along the way, the three beauties of all sizes took a meat skewer, fish ball skewer, fried sparrow grilled quail skewer or something in their hands, these appetizing snacks were carefully selected by Zhou Yi for them, with his tasting level, he could know which thing was the most authentic with his nose.

These snacks naturally couldn't satisfy Zhou Yi's appetite, he browsed small commodities while looking for decent restaurants, and didn't inquire, he relied on his nose to find them. Playing, what you want is to find him thousands of times, look back at the twilight, and the wonderful feeling that the fragrance of wine is in the depths of the alley.

Chinatown's small commodities are very unique, basically they are a mix of Chinese, Indian, Malay and Han culture is deeply immersed in the Eurasian cultural elements of the small things; unlike the domestic small commodity market either sells lighters or women's waist bags, likes to sell some underwear, bags, cheap cosmetics or something, almost every family has its own characteristics, avoiding unnecessary competition.

And these little things are very interesting, there are the 'terracotta warriors' with yellow hair that are unreliable, there are small four-sided Buddha statues wearing Chinese costumes, and even Mazu wood carvings with a strong Tianzhu style wearing gold and silver.

This is actually also a kind of art, if you use a more stream-of-consciousness language to describe, these things and new family skins are like a very high level of spiritual dog mongrels and the chastity arch of the sao ~ goods, there is a unique attraction. And this attraction is especially useful for Chinese people who are accustomed to following the rules step by step, competing for food and not arguing.

Women can't keep their wallets on it. 'Flowers' and catkins almost couldn't take a step, and after a while, they bought a lot of small and large gadgets.

"Well, this stall is kind of interesting"

Although these things look fresh, they are not attractive to Zhou Yi, he basically just browses them, and it is good to have an impression in his head, but when his gaze accidentally passes over a small stall, he unconsciously pauses.

It's a thin-skinned old Chinese stall that sells neither food nor mixed art, but copper coins, jade, porcelain, and miscellaneous items from antiques.

Seeing this stall, Zhou Yi was a little curious. Although Xinjiapi is not a young country like Lao Mei, more than half of its long history is on trees, not to mention much of its own culture, which also determines that the antique industry has not developed much in this country, so it is basically difficult to see this kind of antique stall in Chinatown.

However, looking at the serious appearance of the old Chinese, he seems to treat this stall as a career, not just for fun.

Perhaps it is this seemingly senseless persistence that retains Zhou Yi's footsteps.

"Third child, aren't you? There are a lot of stalls like this in China, don't waste time."

Comrade Xiaohua was very depressed, he was no better than Liu Wu, who had already filled his stomach with small food, and he was still waiting for a big meal.

"Old man, is the business okay?" Zhou Yichong, the old Chinese who set up the stall, nodded and smiled, and swept the stall with his eyes.

Many of the things here are not much different from the Chudu antique market, there are many fakes and some worthless real things, without any expert identification, Zhou Yi can see the same, but the gadgets mixed in the pile of copper coins attracted his attention.

It was an oval-shaped silver coin, but if you looked closely, it was not a silver coin, but something like a necklace pendant, with patterns carved on both sides, and the front was faintly like an island, but on the back was a lot of criss-crossing lines, and I couldn't tell what it meant.

Zhou Yi took this thing in his hand and tried to penetrate it with his internal qi, but he didn't find that there was a treasure in it, but when he was about to withdraw his internal qi, a thick bloody killing aura permeated from this 'necklace pendant', which made his originally calm mood suddenly fluctuate.

"Huh?"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, but when he used his internal qi to probe again, this strange feeling disappeared, as if it was just an illusion just now.

"This little brother, do you have a fancy for this necklace pendant?" the old Chinese smiled and solicited business: "This is a good thing, sterling silver"

"Hehe, it's quite special. Old man, how much does this cost?"

Zhou Yi took a closer look at it at this time, and found that the necklace pendant had a strong European style, and the silver was blackened, it should be an old foreign antique.

"It's all Chinese, I'll quote a real price, S$5,000"

"What, S$5,000, you might as well grab it!"

Before Zhou Yi could speak, Zhu Xiaohua stopped doing it first. S$5,000 is more than 20,000 soft sister coins? Not to mention that this thing is still silver, even if it is gold, it is not worth so much!

"I want S$5,000. Old man, you order"

Zhou Yi didn't bargain, he had a faint feeling that this necklace pendant was definitely more than 5,000 Singapore dollars, not to mention that he didn't lack these money, the old man had to come out to set up a stall so late, if his family was rich, could he work so hard?

"Oh, thank you, little brother, and have a great time in Singapore. ”

The old Chinese seemed to be stunned for Zhou Yi's generosity for a moment, and then sent sincere blessings.

"Third child, what should I say about you?"

Zhu Xiaohua grinned distressedly, Zhou Yi patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, who makes me like this thing? Let's go, the business of the restaurant in front of me seems to be quite hot, and there are still people queuing up so late? Let's also join in the fun." ”

"Where, damn it, it's true. Hurry up, let's go, buddy, I'm hungry. ”

When it comes to eating, Comrade Xiaohua forgets everything

(To be continued)