The white-haired old man couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock when he saw the servants of the Ye family carrying away the pickle jar.

The next moment, tears burst out of his eyes, and the old man fell to the ground with a puff, crying: "Thank you, thank you, Childe!"

The other paupers in the square couldn't help but widen their eyes and look shocked.

Old man Zhang fled to Sanshui Town last year, his son and daughter-in-law were drowned by the flood, and he only had a little grandson who depended on him.

Old man Zhang was too old, and he was sick and couldn't do anything, so he finally found a job cleaning the streets in the bazaar, and relied on the relief food from the almshouse, so he barely had a place to live in Sanshui Town.

Seeing that the grandson had reached the age of enrollment, it coincided with the beginning of the school palace to recruit students, and the old man Zhang thought about it several times, so he mustered up the courage to participate in the treasure offering conference.

His shirt was actually covered with patches and a layer of white ash, which was a little more decent.

The pickle jar he offered was actually picked up by picking up rags, and on the way here, many people laughed at Old Man Zhang.

Unexpectedly, the pickle jar picked up by picking up the rags turned out to be really a treasure.

Even a dilapidated pickle jar has become a treasure, so wouldn't they have hope?

Everyone in the square thought to themselves, and the shock in their eyes gradually turned into fanaticism.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair and continued to walk towards the second treasure donor.

Behind him, several powerful people were expressionless, and they didn't even look at the "bubbling aura" pickle jar.

The Ye family wants to be benevolent and righteous, they don't need it, anyway, there are only twenty places for the poor, and Ye Changsheng can give it to whoever he wants.

Don't say it's a pickle jar, it's just a mess of mud, as long as Ye Changsheng says it's a baby, it's definitely a baby.

The fifth donor, what a mess of mud he offered!

The mud was a colorful mass with a crust on the outside, and some mud was squeezed out of the cracks.

It was placed in a dilapidated basket with some muddy soup already accumulating underneath.

Ye Changsheng grabbed a piece of mud, pinched it in his hand for a moment, nodded and said, "Good clay, it can be used to make molds, little sister, take my people to the place where you dig the mud." ”

The little girl, whose face was red from the cold, looked at Ye Changsheng in a daze, and the next moment, she suddenly grinned and cried.

Ye Changsheng looked embarrassed, could it be that I didn't make it clear?

The little girl sobbed and said, "Brother Sanchuan, this lump of mud is me, I picked it up behind a carriage, and the carriage entered one, a big iron door hole, mud, it's gone!"

Ye Changsheng's expression was strange, but the magnates behind him laughed out loud.

In the entire Sanshui Town, I am afraid that only the little girl in front of her will call Ye Changsheng "Big Brother Sanchuan".

In the entire Sanshui Town, the only thing that can be compared to the "Big Iron Gate Cave" is the Sword Gate of the Sword Hall.

I think it was because I asked Jiantang to purchase these clays, and when I pulled them back in a carriage, I dropped some of them on the way.

For the little girl, the colorful clay looked like a rarity, so she followed it all the way, picked it up all the way, and finally made up such a large piece.

Speaking of which, what the little girl offered was originally the "baby" of the Ye family.

Ye Changsheng looked at the little girl who was crying aggrievedly, couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Okay, this piece of mud is enough to make a good sword fan, I'll take it!"

The magnates smiled and nodded, such an interesting thing is rare, if you don't accept it, wouldn't it be a good story?

It really made them right, and the mud turned into a treasure.

Of course, Ye Changsheng is not a haunt, he can accept whatever he wants.

The white-haired old man who presented the pickle jar was the first to arrive at Yefu Square before dawn, which shows his earnest thoughts.

The little girl who offered a ball of mud, wearing tattered and thin clothes, could follow the carriage all the way from the dock to the Wenjian Hall in the ice and snow, which showed the sincerity of her heart.

People help themselves, God helps.

"This wood is good, take it!"

"This stone, well, can make a good whetstone, take it!"

"This is a skeleton of a demon beast, all of them are good materials, take it!"

......

For more than half an hour, Ye Changsheng walked all over half of the square and received eight "treasures".

Those poor people who were not selected had a gloomy face, but they also secretly made up their minds in their hearts to find a better treasure to offer next time.

Although they don't know if there will be a next time, it's always good to have hope.

Wheelchair forwarded in front of a stout man, and a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Changsheng's eyes.

The Great Han was tall and burly, and carried a large rusty iron rod, as thick as an arm, and swarthy, rusty on it, and not very uniform in shape.

Seeing Ye Changsheng looking at him, Dahan hurriedly lowered his head in panic.

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "Are you the one who went out from the Sword Hall I asked?"

Dahan's face changed, he knelt on the ground with a puff, and said with tears: "Young hall master, it's all strange that Xiao Xiao was confused for a while, and only after listening to the words of the Huang family did he leave the Wenjian Hall." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, back then, he was framed by the Huang family for colluding with the Demon Gate to cultivate demon skills, which caused a panic, and many people thought that the Ye family was going to end, so they left the Ye family and Wenjian Hall one after another.

The big man in front of him is one of them, and the reason why Changsheng has an impression is because the big man once wanted to return to the Ask Sword Hall, but was turned away.

Good birds choose trees to perch, and immortality does not blame these people, nor does it embarrass these people, but they want to come back, but they can't do it.

"Get up. Changsheng waved his hand, and the sledgehammer immediately took the iron rod in the big man's hand and handed it to Ye Changsheng.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Changsheng's eyes, and he looked at the big man without moving: "This iron rod ......"

Dahan hurriedly said: "Young hall master, this is a small one that was unintentionally salvaged from the bottom of the river, and I felt that it was extremely heavy and not like a mortal product, so I offered it." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, erected the heavy iron rod, took out the black carving knife, and slashed it over the iron rod.

The eyes of the people around widened, and several powerful people even stepped forward, they had a hunch, probably a treasure was really going to be produced.

Black rust and iron filings fell, and the bulging part of the iron rod revealed a large hole in corrosion.

Ye Changsheng wielded the carving knife to clean up the surrounding iron filings, and then probed the carving knife into the hole.

With a slight pick, a black mass was picked out of the hole in the iron bar.

Ye Changsheng took the black object with his hand, cleaned up the rust and mud outside, and gently picked an iron buckle with his fingers.

In the shocked sight of everyone, an iron book slowly unfolded.