"Although this hot pot restaurant is not one of those well-known chain hot pot restaurants, it is the best hot pot restaurant I have eaten in years, and it is all reserved in advance, otherwise it is difficult to have a seat......"

"Hehe, in the afternoon, if you don't go to Wulong, I'll make an appointment in advance......"

Ma Zhiyong excitedly introduced to Song Ci, but found that the other party's eyes were not looking at him, but at the empty position next to him.

At this time, they were in the box, and it was just the two of them.

Seeing Song Ci like this, Ma Zhiyong immediately got stuck and asked cautiously, "Is there anyone else next to us?" ”

"Ah, yes......"

Song Ci replied casually, and then asked to the side, "Did you receive someone?" ”

Little Butterfly nodded, it turned out that she was taking Hu Lingling to Taoyuan Village.

"Then come with us for a bite to eat." Song Ci said, untied the talisman in his hand and handed it to her.

The little butterfly who was originally wearing an umbrella and a raincoat disappeared, and the raincoat also changed, turning into a little girl with a ball head.

As their incense became more and more vigorous, their ability to use incense to transform became stronger and stronger, and then she reached out to take the talisman and skillfully put it on her wrist, and her figure naturally appeared.

Song Ci gave a brief introduction to the two.

"This is Tang Die, what about this, it's Xiao Mayuan's father."

Ma Zhiyong: ......

What do you mean by counting? Does this still count?

But does this little girl know her daughter? He looked at the little butterfly with some curiosity.

And the little butterfly also looked at Ma Zhiyong with some curiosity.

"Where's the millet grains?" Song Ci asked.

"She's going to find Auntie......" Little Butterfly whispered.

"Auntie?"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, the aunt that Little Butterfly said should be the headless female corpse Zhu Xiuyan, she couldn't help crying and laughing, she really hammered the other party.

But Song Ci didn't care much, who let her be a fierce little butterfly, let her suffer a little, some "people" just can't recognize the situation.

"What kind of pot base did you order just now, is there anything that is not spicy, can children eat it?" Song Ci asked Ma Zhiyong, who was sitting opposite.

Little Butterfly is from Shencheng, she tends to be light, and her taste is also sweet, plus she is a child, so she can't eat spicy.

"Yes, there is ......"

It is impossible to open a store and do business without considering the taste of children at all, and even such a hot pot restaurant has special dishes specially prepared for children.

Ma Zhiyong got up and walked out of the private room, asked the waiter to change the bottom of the pot, and also added two non-spicy dishes.

Ma Zhiyong said that this hot pot restaurant is the one he eats the best, but he is not exaggerating, at least for Song Ci, it is the same feeling.

Over the years, he has also eaten a lot of hot pot, and this one tastes the best.

But Song Ci thinks that half of the credit is on the special dipping sauce provided by their family, and even Little Butterfly can't help but eat a lot, of course, she eats clear soup.

The three of them had eaten hot pot and came out of the store, but it was only past eight o'clock.

"Mr. Song, where are we going now?"

"Is there any place around here that I can wander?"

It was still early, and he didn't want to go back to the hotel to sleep so early.

"Yes, there is a pedestrian street not far ahead, you can go there and stroll." Ma Zhiyong said.

"Walking Street? Then let's go shopping, just to eliminate food. ”

Song Ci pulled the little butterfly and walked in the direction that Ma Zhiyong pointed out just now, and Ma Zhiyong hurriedly followed.

Ma Zhiyong said that the pedestrian street is not small, crowded, shoulder to shoulder, very prosperous and lively, there are many stalls of small commodities on the roadside.

The little butterfly pulled by Song Ci pasted it to Song Ci's leg, so many people made her a little unaccustomed.

"Okay, it's okay." Song Ci put his arm around her shoulders and said.

Song Ci gave her a great sense of security, and with his comfort, the little butterfly slowly let go a lot, and was gradually attracted by the surrounding stalls.

"This is one of the most prosperous pedestrian streets in our mountain city, and in addition to these small stalls selling food and handicrafts, there are also many antiques selling them." Ma Zhiyong said.

"Curios?"

Seeing that Song Ci was very interested in antiques, Ma Zhiyong immediately pointed to the front.

"Go ahead, the front is full of antiques, but most of them are fake." Ma Zhiyong said.

Song Ci nodded and said, "I know this, besides, how can there be so many antiques." ”

"Yes, the picture is fun, as long as you like it, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, just buy it as a handicraft, so that it won't be sold as an antique...... price"

While talking, the two walked forward along the flow of people, and then they saw that the antique stalls were connected together, and there was no place to put their feet, which was very lively.

The sounds of shouting, arguing, bargaining, and chattering are all in one piece, and under the bright lights, they form a spectacle.

The little butterfly clinged to Song Ci's legs, looking around curiously, because Song Ci was pulling, so they all followed him mechanically, but at this moment, the little butterfly felt that her footsteps stopped, and she couldn't help but raise her neck curiously.

Seeing Song Ci stop, Ma Zhiyong next to him also stopped and looked at him curiously.

"What's wrong?"

When he saw Song Ci looking straight ahead, he felt more and more strange.

Did he see something he couldn't see?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously leaned towards Song Ci's side.

"Nothing, let's go, look ahead."

Song Ci came back to his senses when he heard this, and pulled the little butterfly and went straight forward.

I no longer look left and right to browse the antique stalls on both sides, as if I am heading straight ahead with a purpose.

Ma Zhiyong hurriedly followed, and after walking about 800 meters, Song Ci finally stopped at a stall.

This stall sells antique jade, Pixiu, Tianlu, evil spirit, jade Ruyi, pig dragon hook, dragon, phoenix, and Ping'an buckle......

There are ornaments, pendants, handles, in short, a dazzling array of everything.

Some are crystal clear, with warm oil, while others are rusty and dull in color.

That's really everything from Business Week to last Monday.

However, Song Ci's eyes looked at the stall on the seed pendant.

These things, a bit like those talismans hanging on Song Ci's hands, are very small, but there are many shapes, the little butterfly squatted down curiously and looked at the stall, but she was very sensible and didn't go directly to get it.

It was the boss, seeing that the business was coming, and greeted him very warmly: "Boss, what do you like, just take a look." ”

When Song Ci heard this, he glanced at him, he was a middle-aged man in his forties, with dark skin, a pothole-ridden face, a scar on his left cheek, short eyebrows and a wide nose, and he looked a little fierce, but at this time, his face was full of smiles, and he looked very kind.

Of course, none of this had much to do with Song Ci, he pointed directly to the stall of seed jade and asked, "How do you sell these?" ”

"You look at it first, if you like it, we'll talk about the price."

The owner was also shrewd and did not give a clear price.

Ma Zhiyong stood next to him and didn't speak, looking curiously.

Seeing that the boss was reluctant to say it, Song Ci didn't talk nonsense with him, but directly rummaged through the pile of seed jade and took three of them.

A peace buckle, a jade gourd and a Sinan Pei.

The so-called Sinan Pei is a kind of I-shaped jade pendant, with a small spoon at the top and a small plate at the bottom.

The spoon symbolizes the ancient Sinan, so it is called Sinan Pei.

Si Nanpei, Gang Mao and Weng Zhong are called the Three Treasures of the Han Dynasty to ward off evil spirits.

The ancient Sinan is shaped like a spoon, also like a scoop or a dipper, and its structure has a spoon and a turf below. No matter how the ground is placed and how the spoon turns, the orientation of the last spoon is always pointing south.

Therefore, during the Han Dynasty, Sinan Pei was loved by the emperor, a bit of a maze, and the meaning of leading to the right path, usually the emperor liked to reward it to his favorite courtiers.

And Si Nan Pei because it resembles a double "win", so it is also called victory, in ancient times, there was a technique of hating (ya) winning, I don't know if it is this thing, of course, Song Ci is not a historical researcher after all, the reason why I know these is because of the influence of Yun Chuyao's love for ancient culture.

However, according to modern archaeological research, Sinan Pei's shape may have evolved from the Liangzhu jade.

And the three things that Song Ci chose were actually aimed at this Sinan Pei, the Ping An buckle and the jade gourd, but they were just a pairing.

Song Ci put the three things in the palm of his hand, stretched out his hand and asked.

"How much are these three?"

Hey, this is a person who loves jade, but unfortunately, they are all fakes, such a person, he likes it the most.

The stall owner glanced at Song Ci's wrist and immediately knew it.

Of course, this is also what Song Ci deliberately let the other party see.

So the stall owner gestured at Song Ci and said, "Fifteen hundred, five hundred each." ”

Good guy, you really dare to shout, Song Ci didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The stall owner was a little uncomfortable stared at by him, and said with a dodgy gaze: "What are you looking at me for?" What do you mean? If you don't want it, give it back to me. ”

As he spoke, he pretended to take back three things from Song Ci's hands.

Song Ci directly stretched his hand forward to make it easier for the other party to take it.

But the stall owner retracted his hand and said with an aggrieved face: "If you are not satisfied with the price, you say a price, do business, there is a quotation and a counteroffer, it is called a sale." ”

"One hundred and fifteen." Song Ci heard this, and he was also very direct and authentic.

"One?" The stall owner asked tentatively.

"Three, of course." Song Ci looks like what do you want.

Stallholder: ......

He was about to laugh angrily, and directly took the things back from Song Ci's hands.

"I'm not selling, you don't want it sincerely, don't make trouble for me."

Ma Zhiyong, who had been watching from the side, was almost choked by his own saliva, he was cut in half, he was slashing according to his neck.

"You don't sell it sincerely, you actually sold me five hundred of this gadget." Song Ci replied.

"I'm a Hetian jade ......"

Song Ci didn't wait for the other party to finish blowing, pulled the little butterfly, and turned around and left directly.

If you listen to him blow down, you are actually conveying a desire to the other party, in this case, the other party will naturally hold you and be unwilling to give in to the price.

And Song Ci turned around and left directly, not listening, indicating that he didn't care so much about this thing, and if the store really wanted to sell it, it would agree to his bid.

"Don't go yet, don't go yet, you want it sincerely, can you add some more?" The boss hurriedly stopped Song Ci, revealing a painful look on his face.

"Then add ten yuan to each, three hundred and eight, the number is auspicious and good-sounding, if it is successful, forget it if it is not successful." Song Ci turned around when he heard this.

"Okay, here you go, you take it, you take it, it's a cold day, and I'll open it." The stall owner looked in pain.

When Song Ci heard this, he didn't grind with the other party, and directly took out his mobile phone to pay.

"Don't look at these little things are inconspicuous, but they are all authentic Hetian jade, you can pick up the leak, let me tell you......"

When Song Ci paid, the boss was still chattering, as if he was making a final effort, hoping that Song Ci would add two more dollars.

"These jades are not the same as the ones you wear on your hands......

"That's it, then I don't want it, I'm only suitable for wearing cheap ......" Song Ci gestured to put away his phone.

"Don't you......" The stall owner just wanted to stop Song Ci, when he heard the prompt of the mobile phone to collect money.

Song Ci smiled and took the three things back from his hand.

"Thanks, boss." Song Ci smiled and pulled the little butterfly away again.

At this time, Ma Zhiyong hurriedly stepped forward and asked with some curiosity: "Mr. Song, did you pick up a big leak?" Is this something good? ”

"Sort of." Song Ci said with a smile.

Then he handed the peace buckle and the jade gourd to the little butterfly and said, "Give it to you and millet grains, one for each person." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Song." The little butterfly said happily.

"Let's go, let's buy a rope and tie it up."

Song Ci looked at the stall next to him selling red rope, so he pulled the little butterfly and walked over.

When the stall owner helped tie the jade, Song Ci summoned the interface of the jar.

Wishing power: 479

Refining and refining gas: 1.22+

Wish: Free access to the deceased's Taoyuan Village (500) - Insufficient wish

originally had 441 points of willingness, but Hu Lingling and her family actually gave 38 points, which was really a big gain, and Song Ci couldn't help but be overjoyed.

So Song Ci spent 1 point to activate Si Nanpei, and now, with 479 points of willpower, only 478 points remained.

Originally, he wanted to convert the jade gourd and the peace buckle into something that could be touched and worn, but seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the goal of 500 wish power points, he didn't dare to spend it indiscriminately.

First help the little butterflies and millet grains to keep them, and then make a wish to help them transform when they are "rich" later.

Si Nanpei is Song Ci's real target tonight, I didn't expect to go shopping tonight, there was an unexpected joy, he just approached this antique street, and he felt a feeling, so he pulled the little butterfly straight to the target.

As Sinampei was activated, a line of information appeared in his mind, and he finally understood its function.

Sinan Pei: What you think in your heart, what you think in your head, your heart is clear, and you are not confused on the road of life.

It can be said that Sinan Pei is one of the several props that Song Ci has obtained so far, in addition to the time, the most magical prop.

It is the ancient equivalent of navigation.

After wearing it, as the description says, it can calm the mind and keep the brain calm and awake at all times, and it also has the effect of guiding the direction.

For example, Song Ci is now thinking about going back to the hotel, and he is not familiar with the road, but a direction immediately appears in his mind, as long as he follows the direction, he can return to the hotel he booked.

Of course, if it's just like that, then it's a bit of a chicken rib, after all, now mobile phone navigation, car navigation, etc., have the same ability, and even more powerful than that.

But if you taste it carefully, you will find the magic and power of Sinampei, its description is what you think in your heart, what you think in your head, and you can point out the direction.

So what if you don't think about hotels? Isn't that the clear destination?

Thinking about picking up some money on this pedestrian street, Song Ci bent down, picked up a five-yuan note from the ground, and bought a string of sugar gourds for the little butterfly next to him, like this, he still has several.

Of course, there is a certain scope for such vague targets and non-unique navigation.

For example, Song Ci felt that since this Si Nan Pei was one of the three treasures of the Han Dynasty to ward off evil spirits, the other two might also be products under the jar.

Therefore, Song Ci hoped to use Si Nanpei's navigation ability to help him find the remaining two items, but his mind was blank and he did not have a clear direction.

This illustrates two things.

1. The other two items are not products under the jar.

Second, these two items are beyond the navigation range of Sinampei.

On the above two conditions, Song Ci tried again, he tried to find the products of other jars, and the same Si Nanpei did not give him a clear direction.

So Song Ci opened the mobile phone map again, thinking about finding a trash can within a certain range, and through the distance of the mobile phone map, he finally figured out that this vague concept, the target is about within a radius of ten miles without uniqueness, and beyond this range, it will lose its direction.

And if the target is unique, then the distance can be exaggerated, for example, he thinks about Nuan Nuan in his heart, even if he is separated by a distance of more than a thousand kilometers, Song Ci still feels something, and if he walks in that direction, he can see her.

This thing is used to find people or unique objects, and it is simply an artifact.

"Mr. Song, where are we going now?" Seeing Song Ci staring at his phone, Ma Zhiyong asked tentatively.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Song Ci put away his mobile phone and said.

Looking down, the sugar gourd in the little butterfly's hand has not been eaten yet, but she is not in a hurry, anyway, when she wants to go back, she can go back at any time.

So Little Butterfly and Song Ci went back to the hotel together, and Ma Zhiyong also said goodbye to Song Ci and went home.

However, before leaving, Ma Zhiyong and Song Ci agreed on a time to leave tomorrow.

It is said that according to their conditions, choosing to fly to Jiangzhou City is the fastest way and the most convenient way.

But since Song Ci bought a train ticket, they didn't say that they would help Song Ci change planes, but chose to take the train with him.

When Ma Zhiyong returned home, his mother Wu Xiurong and mother-in-law Jiang Wenyue were packing up their things, and Su Wanting was sitting in a wheelchair and watching from the side.

"Do you want to bring so many things?" Ma Zhiyong was a little surprised.

"Not much, a lot of things, you still have to buy them again in Jiangzhou." Mother Wu Xiurong took over when she heard this.

Through Su Wanting's mouth today, they also know some special circumstances of Xiao Mayuan, and they know that the two of them are going to stay in Jiangzhou for a while, so they must bring some necessary daily necessities.

In addition to this, there are gifts for the children today.

"Tomorrow, I will let your eldest brother and second brother come with you, and your parents and I will wait for you in Jiangzhou by plane." Mother-in-law Jiang Wenyue said.

"Are you all going?" Ma Zhiyong asked with some surprise.

"Your sister-in-law, they don't go, they have to take care of the children." Jiang Wenyue said.

Ma Zhiyong: ......

Does it make a difference?

"Is it necessary to go all?"

"Why is it unnecessary, how can you talk like a kid, such a big thing, can we not go?" Before Jiang Wenyue could speak, Wu Xiurong was beside him and reprimanded.

Ma Zhiyong thought to himself how old I am and I still have children, but he didn't dare to refute Wu Xiurong's words.

After all, no matter how old he is, in front of Wu Xiurong, he is still a child, which is not wrong.

"Where's my dad?" Ma Zhiyong hurriedly diverted the topic.

"They'll go back first, and they'll come back tomorrow morning." Su Wanting replied.

Then he asked with some curiosity: "How about you accompanied Mr. Song for a day today?" Where did you go? ”

Ma Zhiyong knew what she wanted to ask, but Wu Xiurong and Jiang Wenyue were still beside her, so it was not easy to elaborate, so she said, "It's okay, I'll tell you in the evening." ”

Su Wanting nodded and didn't continue to ask.

However, Su Wanting's words reminded Ma Zhiyong that Mr. Song's daughter called today, and he also saw his daughter Xiao Mayuan again.

But when Xiao Ma Yuan saw him, he looked very rusty, and he didn't show much joy, he just called Ma Chubby, turned his head and went to play with the children.

This left him both frustrated and guilty.

If their daughter had been living by their side, she would have called his father with joy like Mr. Song's daughter now.

The next day, Song Ci packed up his things in the room and came to the hotel lobby, Ma Zhiyong and Su Wanting were already waiting in the lobby.

In addition to the two of them, there are two other men, one is Su Wanting's eldest brother Su Zhongheng, and the other is Su Wanting's second brother Su Boyan.

The eldest brother Su Zhongheng is forty and two this year, tall and fat, with a big belly, he looks very kind, and he looks smiling.

The second brother Su Boyan is four years younger than the eldest brother Su Zhongheng, and he is Chinese New Year's Eve eight years today, but he is well maintained, looks relatively young, wears a suit, and has an elegant temperament, giving people the feeling of a domineering president.

Both of them were very polite to Song Ci, and they didn't know if it was because they were grateful to Song Ci for helping them find their children, or if Su Wanting said something to them.

However, whether they are polite or not, it has no effect on Song Ci.

Sitting in the car they arranged, the group went straight to the high-speed rail station.

In fact, while Song Ci was observing the two, the two were also observing Song Ci all the time.

Before going out, Su Wanting specially explained to them that Mr. Song's background is not simple, and his background is very deep, so let them be polite and polite.

Both of them have been in business for many years, and they can understand it at one point, even if Song Ci has an ordinary background, they will have due respect, but they are very curious in their hearts why their sister Su Wanting specially explained, and her expression is extremely serious.

When they saw me and looked at it carefully, they first felt that it was just like that, just younger, more handsome, and nothing special.

But in the subsequent conversations and getting along, they finally discovered the special features of Song Ci after reading countless people.

It was the most special person they had ever met, and they didn't know how to describe it.

In the conversation, the other party seems to be able to perceive people's hearts, always at the right time, follow their words, unconsciously transfer the initiative, and let them be unaware, after the conversation, carefully review, will suddenly notice.

In addition, they also noticed that there seemed to be a faint sense of alienation in this Mr. Song who had been in a high position for a long time and ignored life.

Of course, this may just be their delusion.

Gradually, their respect for Song Ci gradually turned into awe because of Su Wanting's advice, and they didn't even notice it.

PS: The big chapter of more than 6,000 words is updated, and there is another chapter in the afternoon, saying that 10,000 words are updated, and today it will definitely be 10,000 words.