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The man looked at the smiling young man in front of him, and shuddered for no reason.

This young man looks so ordinary, but this smile, how to laugh, makes people feel a little panicked!

He said that he wouldn't give him money and was going to threaten him, but he was still laughing, laughing so calmly. What is this teenager's reliance on to make him so calm?

No, what were you thinking!

The man shook his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a proud face.

What can a countryman do to himself, even if he doesn't give money? You know, he's a warrior! And he's a city man. For a hillbilly like Lin Yiming, there is a natural sense of superiority in the man's heart.

"That's right! Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu just looks at you as a bully, what can you do with a leopard in the countryside!"

Lin Yiming continued to smile: "You don't give money, but you don't give me a person, you don't give us money in the village." This house of mine was built by the uncles and uncles of the village, and the tools I identified were bought by the villagers with money. Every household in the village has a share. If you don't give money, you will bully our whole village...... Hehe, I'm afraid you can't afford this consequence!"

Lin Yiming smiled cutely, but the more the man felt hateful, and at the same time made him feel very uncomfortable.

How dare this damn hillbilly threaten me?

The most hateful thing is that he is really scared...... Thinking of this, the man became angry, clenched his fists and shook it in front of Lin Yiming: "What's the matter with your whole village? A group of native leopards in the countryside, you can still stop Lao Tzu!"

"You can give it a try. Lin Yiming didn't seem to see the threat of the man, and still said slowly: "You are not the first person to identify and not give money, and I don't think you will be the last, but whether it is those who did not give money in the past, or you, or those who will not give money in the future, as long as you don't give money, don't want to go out of our village." ”

It was a cruel word, but it came out of his mouth, but there was no anger, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing.

"Damn the dirt buns, do you scare me?" The man suddenly raised his hand to his back, pulled out the big knife behind his back, and made a crisp sound of "Qiang": "Lao Tzu is a martial artist, Lao Tzu just won't give money, look at you dirt buns, who dares to stop you!"

After speaking, he grabbed the big knife in his hand, turned around and swaggered out.

"If you can go out today, I'll follow your surname. Lin Yiming didn't stop him, turned around and walked behind the table he had identified, raised his hand to grab a long rope, and pulled it hard.

"Bell...... Bell ......"

Suddenly, a dull bell rang.

"The bell is ringing, Brother Ming is in trouble. ”

"Another person has come to identify and don't give money, so let's go. ”

"If you want to bully the people in our village, the big guy goes. ”

The sound of the bell spread throughout the village, and one by one the villagers who were resting at home, working in the fields, or raising livestock, heard the bell, grabbed the tools of work on the side, and ran towards Lin Yiming's appraisal shop.

Outside the appraisal shop, the man grabbed the big knife in his hand, and not long after he walked out of the store, in front of him, three old farmers with hoes blocked his way.

"Haha, laughing to death, just you three old men, you want to stop Lao Tzu too?" The man grabbed the big knife and waved it in the void in front of him, making a whirring sound.

"If you don't want Lao Tzu to cut off your heads as a kick, just get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, the man's eyes suddenly shrank, and in his eyes, six more old peasants appeared in his sight, and the three old peasants were not hoes, but sickles.

Nine old peasants, with a sickle in their hands, are a little troublesome now, even if he is a martial artist, if one is not good, he will be injured.

The man calculated the strength comparison between the two sides, and just wanted to think about how to use his momentum to scare these hillbillies away, and in his sight, the figures of farmers appeared.

But in the blink of an eye he calculated, the path was already densely packed with peasants in the village. The peasants, armed with hoes, sickles, iron forks, shovels, and other tools of their work, surrounded him in the middle.

Even, he saw in the crowd that there were four or five villagers with bows and crossbows in their hands.

The crossbow, the weapon that could threaten his life!

What a big formation!

The man was frightened, turned his head to look, and saw Lin Yiming who slowly came out of the appraisal room, he hurriedly threw the big knife in his hand, waved his hand at Lin Yiming again and again, and said, "Soil...... Brother, don't do it, don't do it, we have something to say! I was just joking with you just now, a hundred taels of silver, I'll give, I'll give!"

"Say it well, just talk to you well, why didn't you listen? Now I regret it, it's too late!"

As soon as Lin Yiming's words fell, a huge net like a fishing net fell from the sky above the man's head, covering the man inside.

This is specially prepared by him to deal with those warriors who do not give money after identification, the rope of the net is made of old bark on the mountain and vines that are more than ten years old, and then soaked in oil, the toughness is abnormal, even if it is an ordinary warrior, don't want to break it.

"Folks, if you don't give us money, beat him!"

I don't know who shouted, but the villagers rushed forward with a shout, and the group surrounded the man in the middle with a burst of punches and kicks.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'll give money, I'll give money. ”

The man was caught in the net, and he couldn't protect his head with his hands at all, so he could only let the villagers punch and kick, these villagers worked all year round, and their strength was too much to fight than the people in the city, even if he was a warrior, he couldn't stand it.

His hand groped around his waist for a while, and finally the man grabbed his money bag, threw it out, and then shouted loudly: "Stop fighting, I gave money, all my money is given to you, please don't fight." ”

Hearing that the man gave the money, the villagers stopped, and at this time, the man finally struggled, lifted the net covering his body, and a carp stood up, turned around and ran out of the village.

At this time, his face was already blue and purple, and his face was even more swollen like the old sow fed by Uncle Zhang in the village.

The man didn't care about these at all, and ran desperately towards the outside of the village, but just after running a few steps, there was a bang, and a burden fell off his body, and inside the baggage, it was the treasure he came to identify today.

It's just that at this time, he couldn't take care of those treasures, and he fled in a hurry without looking back. These damn dirt buns are too ruthless, go down three ways. Rao is his dignified martial artist, and he can't resist it......

However, the villagers didn't think about catching the man, Lin Yiming picked up the silver taels dropped by the man, weighed it in his hand, and then opened it.

"Unexpectedly, this man is quite rich, there are a total of two hundred taels of silver here, and we made it this time. ”

Lin Yiming took the money bag and just wanted to divide the one hundred taels of silver, but Xiaohu'er walked over with the package dropped by the man: "Brother Ming, who dropped this thing, you can take it quickly." ”

"Okay, then I'll take it first. After a few days, when we go to the city, we will sell the money, and we will divide the money. Lin Yiming took the package.

"What a penny!"

"That's it, Brother Ming, you can keep this thing. ”

"Brother Ming, you opened this appraisal shop, we usually don't make less money, we don't have to do anything, the whole village can share half of the money. How can we ask for this thing to divide the money again. ”

Lin Yiming's words had just fallen, and the villagers began to talk nonsense.

"Brother Ming is really capable, just after appraising it once, he earned two hundred taels of silver, and we can divide one hundred taels of silver. That's 50 cows. ”

"Yes, I heard that even in a big city, a hundred taels of silver can make a family of five have no worries about food and clothing for three or five years. ”

"It's still Brother Ming's ability, but I've heard that the appraisers in the city can't identify that thing, and Brother Ming can identify it. ”

Lin Yiming listened to the discussion of the villagers, and his heart was slowly moved, and he was still at home!