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Seeing this house snake, there was no threat, and both of them relaxed their hearts and became habitually poor.

Who knows, something happened that made both of their eyes pop out. The house snake actually seemed to understand the words of the two, and actually nodded at the two, and crawled to the side with difficulty.

"Oh my day, this is okay!" Changyu's eyes were almost the size of cow eggs.

The snake was huge, and it was pressed with bricks, waiting for the snake to move away. I saw a few wooden boxes underneath, and I don't know what was wrapped in oiled paper.

"Damn, it's a gun!" Zhang Yu shouted, pointing to an oiled paper bag.

Wen Fei's heart moved, and he looked over, and sure enough, he saw that the shape seemed to be like a gun. For these silver dollars and gold bars, Wen Fei was not very interested. The entire Northern Song Dynasty is now like a backyard for him, and it is not difficult to get gold and silver. But this shot ......

He stepped forward and opened the oiled paper bag. Originally, I was worried that the guns of the Republic of China era would be put into the present, and I didn't know if they could still be used. But when Wen Fei opened the oil paper bag, he found that it was actually plastic.

It doesn't seem to be plastic in the Republic of China, right? Wen Fei muttered a little. But I quickly opened the package.

"It's June Fourth!" Zhang Yu shouted.

Wen Fei is a weapon idiot, but no matter how lonely he is, he will not have heard of the prestige of this pistol. He was very happy to take it over and look at it randomly, and the frightened Zhang Yu shouted: "Don't point the muzzle at me, I don't know if there are any bullets in it." It's strange, how can there be June Fourth in this treasure of the Republic of China?"

Wen Fei was startled and didn't dare to mess around. After pondering for a long time, I pulled out the magazine and looked empty. Come to think of it, it's still covered with butter. Looks well maintained.

"There's bullets here," Changyu said, pointing to the oiled paper.

Wen Fei was overjoyed when he saw it, and it seemed that there were still more than a dozen bullets.

"I remember that June 4 was only equipped in the eighties, right?" Zhang Yu said uncertainly: "How did you travel into the things of the Republic of China?"

Hearing the word crossing, Wen Fei's heart jumped. But it's also strange, these silver dollar yellow croakers seem to be hidden in the Republic of China, how can there be a 64 pistol?

To be honest, Wen Fei really loves this gun. This snatch is small and can be held in the palm of your hand, so that no one else can see it, which makes Wen Fei particularly satisfied. Although there are fewer bullets, but I will find a way to get them in the future, and besides, it is not a war, so why do you want so many bullets?

"I just want this gun, the rest is yours?" Wen Fei was very generous, and he also made up for the guilt in his heart. Speaking of which, in fact, Changyu can't be blamed entirely for that matter. Even if you change yourself, your cousin will not be better than Changyu.

"What did you say!" Zhang Yumei opened another oil-paper bag, this time it was actually a book. The page is yellowed and looks very old. Of course, this can't be some cheats or something. But it's an ancient book, it looks like it's still in print, although it's wrapped very well, but after all, it's been too long, and the cover can't be seen clearly.

There are a few other oil-paper bags, which are all ancient books, mostly printed. After flipping through a few copies, Zhang Yu suddenly became happy: "Daoist, if you say you don't want it, you regret it." This book is worth more than all the gold and silver!"

Wen Fei scoffed: "It's not a martial arts cheats, it's all printed, big road goods!"

"Say you don't understand! This is the Song version of the book, the real Song version of the book. Do you know how much a page of a Song edition book is worth at an auction last year?

"How much?" Wen Fei asked.

"Fifty thousand!"

Hearing this price, even Wen Fei was a little dizzy. I can travel back and forth to the Northern Song Dynasty myself, and when the time comes, I will pull a cart of books back...... But thinking about the precipitation of thousands of years in the intervening period, is this still an antique? Wen Fei expressed doubts!

How many pages are there in these books? Forget it, Wen Fei doesn't ask, since he said that he will give it to Zhang Yu, he will give it. In his bones, Wen Fei didn't value money very much, and he wasn't the kind of person who pursued money. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed at home and would have been interested in those Taoist techniques.

The reason why I started to be so out of shape and fanatical about money was just a temporary psychological imbalance, and now I have slowly adjusted back.

"Pack, pack. Let's go!" It's been an hour or two delay, and it's already dark. This old house has not been inhabited for several years, and the electricity has long been cut off. If the two of them hadn't been prepared and came with flashlights, they would have been able to come in the dark now.

"Hey, what about the snake?" asked Zhang Yu.

Wen Fei also went over strangely, and saw that the house snake that had crawled to the side just now was already coiled up in a ball, and it didn't move, probably dead.

The two sighed for a while, and both felt that today's encounter was a little bizarre. I found a bag, put the house snake in it, drove directly to a no-man's land in the suburbs, and buried the house snake in it. It's a fulfillment of a promise!

Leaving the affairs of the old house to Zhang Yu to take care of, Wen Fei began to prepare to go to the Northern Song Dynasty again. And the deal with Iwabe, they need a lot of things, no matter what. Even an iron pot can be sold for a good price among them.

In fact, don't say that these small tribes are even the Western Xia, and everything in the territory is lacking. Although it can refine some sharp swords, the production is pitiful, and it is impossible to equip them on a large scale. The people don't even have an iron pot at home!

"Holy, no. Safflower is saffron, and it is more expensive than gold. Wen Fei looked it up on the computer for a long time to see the names of the medicinal herbs he said at that time.

He originally felt sorry for the lack of Cordyceps, which was indeed discovered after the Ming Dynasty. But I didn't expect saffron to be so valuable. Wen Fei originally thought that it was all ordinary red flowers, and he didn't take it to heart. At this time, I found out that the samples I saw at Uncle Zhang's night were all saffron!

That is, after exclaiming two sentences, Wenfei's penguin lit up, and the person who called was finally online.

Wen Fei blushed and typed a line of words and sent it over: "Beauty, ask you something." How much labor do you say it takes to build a 300-meter building?"

"What's the matter, do you want to change your career to architecture?

"It's just a huh...... It's an antique building, an antique building, a castle, right......" Wen Fei's tongue was almost knotted, I can't say that I want to build a fortress, right?

Fortunately, this Xiao Yu whom Wen Fei knew was very talkative, and he didn't ask questions, but just asked, "What about the width?"

Wen Fei was dumbfounded: "It should be squared!"