The old man was angry, grabbed the short sword and showed it to everyone: "Look at this short sword, the work of Ou Yezi, a master foundry more than two thousand years ago. Don't look at the rust on it, this is the traces left by the years, it is history, yes is history. Something that has been passed down from someone else's ancestors has to be transferred to me. Did you say I want more than 50 yuan? ”

"Which one is Ou Yezi?" "More than 2,000 years old?" "Heirloom, 50 yuan is very cheap!"

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"Hee-hee, interesting!" Hong Yanxin said that in later generations, there were bloody episodes of storytelling and occasional encounters with babies on the TV and newspaper networks, and many rich people were fooled. Hong Yan knew that this short sword was good, and the stall owner he gambled on didn't know the goods. In fact, I don't know the goods, otherwise how could I ask for 50 yuan? Even if money is more valuable in this era, it will not only cost 50 yuan. If you really want to buy it for 50 yuan, the stall owner may think that it is cheaper.

"50 bucks? 5 bucks is too much. Guys, you can buy a new sword in the store for 5 yuan, and you can see a figure on it. Hong Yan's words were even more annoying. 5 yuan is too much, and the short sword has to be compared with the craft sword. Don't you understand? Is it mutton fat white jade or something? Understand, how to compare cultural relics with handicrafts?

"Haha......" The audience burst out laughing, which made it even more interesting. Old man, sell it to him for 5 yuan. "Yes. As long as the little baby takes out 5 yuan, he will sell it to him. "I can't take out 5 yuan, play him little jj." ……

Hong Yan hurriedly hugged his little brother, for fear that someone would come to pick up his pants and play the little jj. The audience laughed even more. Sometimes, the atmosphere is up, and it is easy to influence each other. Sure enough, the stall owner was stimulated by the audience and Hong Yan's "ugliness" and said proudly: "Okay! If you can sell your little doll for 5 yuan, I'll sell it to you. ”

"Take it out, the old man agreed!" "Have you ever had?" "If not, get ready, I'm the best at playing little JJ." ……

Hong Yan was afraid to say to the people around him, "You can't bully children!" Then, put the schoolbag on his shoulder on the ground: "I have money!" The stall owner's heart "chuckled", is he really rich?

Hong Yan grabbed a handful of money from his school bag, all of which were one and two cents, as well as one and a half cents of coins. Repeatedly, twice, three times, counted and counted, only 4 pieces, 8 cents and 7 points. Some are pityful, some are not bad and kind to laugh, and some have a good look. Hong Yan squatted on the ground, stood up abruptly and said, "I still have money!" As he spoke, he opened the left side of his trouser pocket, and there was a hole. The right side is good, and I actually found 1 Mao 5. 5 blocks and 2 points, and 2 points more.

"Haha! God forbid! Hong Yan laughed three times, made a circle to the audience and said "thank you", grabbed the short sword and put it in the schoolbag and left, just out of the crowd, he returned and picked up a two-cent coin and said, "Guys, I'm sorry." I didn't want to take it, but I was afraid of being beaten when I went back, saying that I wouldn't settle accounts. ”

That's chilling!

An old man in his sixties in the audience looked at Hong Yan's disappearing back suspiciously, and said in his heart: "At a young age to reach the Xuan level, which descendant is such a demon, and what is the origin of the short sword?" ”

Caring for his happiness, Hong Yan didn't care about the surrounding situation at all, let alone knowing that the old man could see through his cultivation at a glance. He really didn't have much money to bring, otherwise he wouldn't have worked so hard to perform. Last time, more than 70 yuan was handed over to his father, and Hong Jianguo paid back more than 50 yuan of old debts. He took the remaining twenty yuan with him, the ticket cost 5 yuan, and the remaining 15 yuan. He didn't dare to spend more. It was also his keen perception of the aura of the short sword that made him fight.

The short sword was put diagonally into the schoolbag, and out of everyone's sight, he was put into the fairy garden. No matter what the old man thinks, it is equivalent to a bet, and he will naturally not be polite. Walk all the way, look all the way, take a car from time to time, and in the evening, Hong Yan returned to the Yuzhou Steel Mill Guest House. Unexpectedly, Du Xiangyang was waiting for him at the door with his son, and he was a little anxious.

"You're back, I thought you were lost. Let's go, come back with me to get dinner! Du Xiangyang said anxiously when he met.

"Uncle Laurdu has been waiting for a long time." Hong Yan was very polite and authentic. I forgot that dinner was early in the city, but I smelled the sweat on my body and said, "How about I go in and take a shower and change my clothes?" ”

"Alright! I'll go back first, your Aunt Wang is not at home, let Xiao Hao accompany you back! Xiao Hao, did you hear that? After Du Xiangyang finished speaking, he turned around and left. Since Aunt Wang is not at home, there is now a smaller Du Yu left in the family.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Hong Yan felt much lighter. Du Hao saw that he was still dressed in shabby clothes, a countryman. Although they could talk together at home last night, Du Hao deliberately distanced himself from Hong Yan outside. Hong Yan smiled and didn't care. Not to mention a child, even adults are reluctant to take poor relatives outside to show their colleagues and neighbors.

Du Xiangyang sent Hong Yan to the guest house, and then personally led him to the designated warehouse. Returning to the guest house together, Du Xiangyang rushed home again. Wang Shuhua runs the route between Yuzhou and Anwar, and goes back and forth every two days. Among them, one day at home, one day at Anwar accommodation. When she was not at home, Du Xiangyang was busy at both ends of the factory and family.

Hong Yan didn't stay in the guest house, came out to stop an empty truck on the road, and spent ten yuan to hire a driver to drive into the warehouse and park for an hour. Hong Yan was entertained with smoke and fruit, and then sent away, making a lot of noise.

Closing the door and turning off the lights again, Hong Yan disappeared into the warehouse. After entering the fairy garden, he picked up the short sword that he had bought for 5 yuan during the day, and turned his left hand into his right hand and his right hand on his left hand. Rusty, broken copper and iron, thrown away as garbage, there is nothing to identify. Perhaps because of this, it will be ignored by everyone, thus cheapening Hongyan. There was no trace of the aura I felt at the beginning. He wondered if it was because of the relatively strong aura in the space.

With that aura feeling at the beginning, he judged that the short sword should have two layers, the inner and outer layers, but the outer layer was too badly corroded. Now, Hong Yan is in a dilemma about how to open the outer layer?

Hong Yan held the sword body in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, slightly forced, but did not react. Add to fifty percent of the strength, and it seems to be a little loose. You must know that Hong Yan's current fifty percent finger strength is only more than 200 catties. Transported to seventy percent of the strength, the left hand did not move, the right hand slowly moved forward, and sure enough, there was a layer inside, and the sword body was slowly withdrawn, revealing the cold breath of the forest. Baby, what a baby. Hong Yan also thought that the sword body would flash brightly, dazzling eyes, suspected of a silver dragon falling from the sky, but in addition to the cold air, the sword body did not have the slightest brilliance, and it was swarthy and simple.

The simplicity of the appearance can't hide the light that the short sword should have, that is, the cold aura of the forest, perhaps the murderous aura. His fingers brushed lightly over the spine of the sword, closing his eyes to feel the cold breath. The imperceptible bump near the hilt of the sword, when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was the seal inscription "Broken Blade", is this the name of the sword? Break someone else's blade, right?

Hong Yan cleaned the rust at the junction between the hilt and the "scabbard", carefully inserted the sword into the "scabbard" again and pulled it out. Then I tried my sword in the fairy garden, found a big tree, and made a sword against the horizontal branch of the thickness of an adult's arm, and there was no stagnation of the sword over the branch. The fracture was smooth, and the solid part of the transverse branch was pale gold, and after a while, the sap seeped out.

The most important thing in steel mills is steel, and the fences on the roadside are mostly wrought iron. In the night, Hong Yan quietly ran by, found an inconspicuous corner, and the short sword slashed through the branches of the wrought, well, sharpening iron like clay! This is true for ordinary steel, but I don't know what about alloys or special alloys.

"I've found a treasure." He was overjoyed

Hong Yan has never learned how to use a short sword, and he doesn't care if he has a move or not, he just takes advantage of it or not, and wields it at will. The short sword is not so much a sword as a dagger, a foot long, and the spine of the sword is no more than 2 mm.

Hong Yan, who came back from trying the sword, suddenly remembered the sword master written by Jin Daxia who he had seen in his previous life, and the extreme of the sword changed from sword qi to sword mangs to sword gang. He was lucky, but he couldn't release it, let alone enter it into the sword. Even luck a few times, each time it stopped in the palm of your hand. In the end, it was judged that the cultivation was insufficient, and the true qi was enough to control the short sword.

He didn't dare to force his luck anymore, so he had to calm down his joy, calm down, and cultivate cross-legged.

Late at night, Hong Yan began to carry vegetables and fruits out of the fairy garden, and they were stacked neatly. This time the amount was huge, and when he felt mentally tired, he immediately meditated and recovered, and then continued to work. After resting three times, he shipped all the vegetables and fruits that needed to be sold.

This night, Du Xiangyang actually didn't sleep peacefully. Strictly speaking, he traded with Hong Yan with the intention of gambling. After all, Hong Yan is there, and it seems that no one will believe that he will come to Yuzhou as a plenipotentiary representative of the brigade to promote vegetables and fruits. According to Du Xiangyang's understanding, there is really no production team or brigade around that dares to plant vegetables and fruits on a large scale for sale.

The agricultural products needed in the cities, such as grain and pigs, are purchased and sold by the state, and most of the poultry, eggs, livestock, meat, vegetables, melons and fruits are provided by the state farms and forest farms.

Du Xiangyang has been running to farms and forest farms near Yuzhou for the welfare of the Mid-Autumn Festival these days. They are all state-owned units, and they are old relations, and the successful procurement in the past has been greatly discounted these days. The person in charge of the farm and the forest farm has complaints, and everyone wants to squeeze in a pile, and they can't give one family or not one family, and in the end, they have to see each other. Everyone eats, and everyone doesn't have enough to eat.

Yesterday's so-called pick-up station was to receive a farm cadre. Business dealings are a critical period, and of course he doesn't dare to take it lightly. Who knows, inadvertently met Hong Yan in his mother-in-law's car to Yuzhou. What's even more incredible is that he represents the brigade to fight the front station, collect information, and run sales. The devil sent the gods, and they also set up to hand over the goods tomorrow. However, the little ghost said that if you call in the morning, you can ship it in the afternoon, arrive in the evening, and hand it over tomorrow morning. Can it be handed over tomorrow morning?

He was very worried. For dinner, Hong Yan didn't say much, and he didn't have a calm temperament like ordinary children. Eat, talk, and act like an adult. He didn't dare to treat Hong Yan with a child's mentality. When talking about prices, he doesn't give an inch, and he still knows a lot about market information, so he can't have the heart to deceive or lower prices.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided!" He got up and looked at his son and daughter who were sleeping, sat on the balcony and smoked a cigarette, and cooled down for a while before going back to sleep. With my eyes open, I fell asleep slowly for a long time.