Mi Zixuan's vision is quite poisonous, of course the things that can make him look at them are not simple, but this thing is a worthless garbage thing in the eyes of the stall owner, he looked at the little ruffian in front of him in surprise, and felt that his special head was in the water, and he saw that he was selling fakes, and he didn't extort a hundred or eight, but he wanted the broken things that the boss gave him for nothing when he bought them.

The thing that Mi Zixuan fancied was a ball of tattered grass, this thing was used to wrap those fake tiger bones, bear paws or something, and the reason why the stall owner didn't still do it was because this thing could get rid of the fishy smell of these fakes he entered.

The stall owner looked at Mi Zixuan in disbelief and said, "Are you sure you want this thing?" ”

Mi Zixuan stiffened his neck and said: "Nonsense, I want this, hurry up, if you don't give it to me, I'll shout, saying that you are selling fakes!" ”

The stall owner looked at Mi Zixuan with idiot eyes, waved his hand and said, "Take it all." Then he shouted to his companions, "Bring me all your broken leaves, give it to him, give it to him." ”

Several other stall owners immediately looked at Mi Zixuan with idiot eyes, this grandson's head was either in the water, or he let the donkey kick it, otherwise why would he want this thing?

Soon a few stall owners took their ul leaf grass over, and thoughtfully put it into a small bag, Mi Zixuan looked at these unsightly, and fishy smell of your leaf grass like a baby, and smiled so much that his face bloomed.

He snatched the bag and held it in his arms, lowered his head and sniffed it fiercely, so disgusting that several stall owners almost didn't vomit, what kind of smell is this your leaf grass, they know very well, this thing is fishy and smelly, and they want to vomit when they smell it, but the kid in front of him smells so intoxicated, it's really a strange plus two hundred and five.

Mi Zixuan's eyes swept the expressions on the faces of several stall owners, and he sneered in his heart: "A group of fools actually used this Ul leaf grass, which is more expensive than gold, to wrap your garbage, and their eyes are blind." ”

In later generations, the price of a gram of your leaf grass is more expensive than gold, known as the most expensive plant in the world, the price is soaring, but even so, countless rich people are also flocking to it, but it is rarely available, this thing is simply priceless and no market, for no other reason, the wild your leaf grass in later generations is almost extinct, and there is no wild wild effect at all.

In the future generations, if he is willing to sell this big bag of Ul leaf grass in Mi Zixuan's arms, he will immediately become a billionaire.

Mi Zixuan, who could pick up the treasure, saw several stall owners looking at him with idiotic eyes, and he was very unhappy, he reached out and picked up a Tibetan-style dagger and said, "This also belongs to Lao Tzu." ”

The cost price of such a dagger is about two hundred, and the stall owner immediately felt a little distressed when he saw him taking this thing, and wanted to come back, but he was afraid that this idiot would shout that he was selling fake medicine, so he could only pinch his nose and endure it for the sake of business, and waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up and get out." ”

Mi Zixuan pursed his lips, looked left and right and found a stall, his eyes rolled and a bad idea immediately popped up, and he sneered in his heart: "When I get things out, I will make you two hundred and five dumbfounded." ”

Thinking of this, Mi Zixuan hummed a little song and hugged his baby, with a beautiful Tibetan dagger pinned to his waist, and walked away in the eyes of several stall owners and idiots.

……

When he got home, Mi Zixuan locked himself in his room, looked at a big bag of Ulleaf grass and laughed wildly, just when he was out of breath when he laughed, the door was violently kicked open, and a shirtless man like him stared and rushed in, scolding: "Rabbit cub, you don't go to the hospital for internship, what are you crying wolf at home?" ”

Mi Zixuan immediately became honest, because it was his old son Mi Dayong who came in, and Mi Dayong's principle of being a man is to be able to do it and never make noise, especially when it comes to Mi Zixuan's education, he never talks nonsense, and directly sends out the ancient god - the broom is gada, and Mi Zixuan is a ghost crying wolf, jumping up and down.

Mi Zixuan was a medical bull in his last life, yes, no one dared to offend him, and it was even more true that no one dared to offend him, but he could only choose to admit to Lao Tzu in his life, and the power of ancient artifacts was not a joke.

In order not to suffer from flesh and skin, Mi Zixuan immediately said: "I'll go, our teacher will work the night shift, give me a day off today, and I'll go early tomorrow morning." ”

Mi Dayong sneered: "One fart and three lies, and you still have a holiday? Why don't others take a holiday, just you have a holiday, rabbit cub! "After speaking, I don't know that the ancient artifact broom was pulled out from there!

Mi Zixuan picked up the Ul Yecao on the bed and turned around and ran, muttering as he ran: "I said Dad, are you the day and the day?" Where did your broom come from? ”

Mi Dayong glared, chased forward and brandished a broom and roared: "What kind of wild man is your uncle, you stand for me, rabbit cub." ”

Mi Dayong knew that the Holy Son was in the middle of the day, and he could lose any time and place, and he didn't know how to pull out the pan from there.

Mi Zixuan hugged his baby and muttered, "Two hundred and five to stand there!" "I ran away in a puff of smoke.

Looking at his son's distant figure, Mi Dayong was full of sadness, he knew what kind of virtue his son was, what he couldn't do, what he didn't eat enough, what should he do after he messed around like this? As far as his virtue is concerned, let alone the county hospital, the township health center doesn't want him, how can he be rectified in the future?

……

Mi Zixuan crept back at 8 o'clock in the evening, slipped out again at one o'clock in the middle of the night, and only came back yawning when the sky was white, and no one knew where he ran this night.

The next morning, the emergency department of the county hospital routinely handed over the morning shift, and after the shift, it was naturally a ward round, Xiang Qixuan just stood up in a ponytail and wore a white coat, and suddenly found that something was missing, she called Guo Dongxin: "Why didn't Mi Zixuan come?" ”

Guo Dongxin yawned and didn't wake up, and sold Mi Zixuan without thinking about it: "Here, go to the alley next to the hospital to sell fake medicines." ”

As soon as these words came out, Guo Dongxin felt that something was wrong, and he quickly covered his mouth, acting like I didn't say anything.

The office immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at Guo Dongxin in disbelief.

Guo Dongxin hurriedly laughed and said, "Teachers, I haven't woken up yet, and I'm talking in a dream." ”

Xiang Qixuan sneered: "Okay, really good!" After speaking, he said angrily: "Mi Zixuan, you wait for me." ”

On the other side, Mi Zixuan yawned and squatted in the alley smoking a cigarette, with a white piece of paper in front of him, the four corners were pressed with stones, and it was written on it - ancestral secret recipe, specializing in the treatment of impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility.

The stalls in this alley are either fortune tellers, or sell fake medicines, or they are fooling people with home remedies that they don't know from the homeremedies, and everyone also came early in the morning, only to find a shirtless, dirty little young Mi Zixuan with a pair of large slippers on his feet.

Everyone is basically a peer, although the industry is different, but the purpose is the same - pit and abduction, but everyone is very dedicated, fortune tellers have to dress themselves up as fairy, looking like a master of the world, and those who sell fake medicines also make themselves like an old Chinese medicine doctor, and even those who sell Tibetan medicine make themselves look like Tibetans.

As far as Mi Zixuan is concerned, this kid is not professional, what is he wearing? It's so disrespectful, the old-timers can't help but want to educate and educate Mi Zixuan, an undedicated guy.

But no matter who used to talk about it, this thing directly took out the Tibetan knife and struck it, and scared these seniors away.

So all the old-timers in the alley cast disdainful glances at Mi Zixuan, especially the "Tibetan compatriots" who were blackmailed by Mi Zixuan yesterday, their eyes were even sharper, and they were waiting to see Mi Zixuan's jokes with big mouths, just like you, do you still want to eat this bowl of rice? If you dress like this, whoever believes you is a fool, and a liar must also have professional ethics and integrity.

Receiving so many disdainful and mocking glances, Mi Zixuan didn't care, leaning against the tree and yawning, listless, he didn't sleep all night yesterday in order to make these medicines.

The time soon came to more than eight o'clock, and people came here one after another to tell fortunes, buy medicine or something, and there were still a few people in other stalls, just Mi Zixuan, this is a cold court, not even a fly, no wonder, at his age, this dress, at first glance, he is a liar, who dares to come?

There is also a stall not far from Mi Zixuan, there is a beautifully made signboard in front of the old man who looks like an old Chinese medicine doctor, and the content written on it is the same as what is written on the blank paper in front of Mi Zixuan, the old man pouts at Mi Zixuan from time to time, disdain, and sarcasm are obvious, who let that kid rob him of business?

When it was almost nine o'clock, a black and strong man appeared, came to the old man's stall in a rage, came up and grabbed the old man's collar and said: "Old liar, Lao Tzu spent more than 6,000 yuan to buy a lot of medicine from you, but it is useless, and now Lao Tzu has to kill you." ”

The old man was frightened, and hurriedly said, "This cure is a matter of one day?" There has to be a process, which must be gradual and gradual, especially in this traditional Chinese medicine, which requires several courses of continuous treatment to see the effect. ”

Mi Zixuan suddenly slipped to the old man's stall with a thief's eyebrows, grinned and said, "Big brother, what disease do you have?" ”

The black man was angry, and he said without thinking about it: "Yang ......" Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the last word was not spoken, but he stood in front of the old man's stall, and the old man's signboard was so awake, and he also said a yang character, and everyone immediately knew what disease he had, so they looked at this man in surprise.

These eyes pierced the man's little heart like a needle, and he immediately let go of the old man in anger and grabbed Mi Zixuan and scolded angrily: "Little cub, what are you asking about? ”

Mi Zixuan didn't break free, and said with a smile: "Big brother, I have an ancestral secret recipe, I'll give you one for free, it doesn't work, you don't need to talk nonsense." Speaking of this, he pointed to the dagger that was still in front of the stall and said, "Look, I'll stab myself to death." ”

The old man who had just escaped looked at Mi Zixuan with the eyes of a madman, and said in his heart: "This kid has a cannon in his head!" ”

The strong man looked at Mi Zixuan suspiciously, thinking of the mother-in-law who was messing with him all day long, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, come one, if you don't care, I'll beat you in the head and fart." ”