Chapter 488 Thirty Years of Cold and Summer Monk Stealing (please subscribe)
In the early morning, the cold fog gradually dissipated.
There is still a hint of coldness in the air.
However, as Ji Yi went out, the last hint of coldness disappeared.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin, these are the fresh vegetables we just picked today. Do you want to eat some?"
"Vegetables have to be made to taste delicious. Mr. Lin, please try my vegetables first." Freshly baked The wontons are filled with freshly made fillings. "
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" Let's have a bowl of wontons."
Jin Yi shook his clothes and sat at the wonton shop. superior.
"Please take a seat, please take a seat quickly."
Hearing Ji Yi's words, the vendor selling chaos brought up the newly prepared wontons with a look of joy on his face.
"You are good at craftsmanship, just like your father."
After a cup of tea, Lin Yi put down his chopsticks and three pennies and said with a smile.
"How can I ask for your money, Mr. Lin..."
Seeing Lin Yi leave the money and leave directly, the middle-aged vendor shouted anxiously and wanted to catch up.
But just as he took steps, he saw the former waving his hand.
He has seen this scene before.
That was when Mr. Lin was in his prime, and he was still a little kid.
At that time, Mr. Lin’s wine shop had just opened. The family relied on the rules set by Mr. Lin and made their first fortune by selling wine and queuing positions.
Not only did he escape poverty, but he later opened a chaos shop.
Scenes like this can be found everywhere in Ning'an City.
This is why as soon as Mr. Lin came out, a large group of people rushed to say hello first.
Because, on this street, almost all the families have been favored by Mr. Lin.
“Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Mr. Lin is also old.”
Looking at the graying hair, and thinking of his father, the owner of the wonton shop, who passed away two years ago, when his eyes fell on the three cents in his hand, he made a major decision in his heart.
If I have a child in the future, I will call him Ning Sanwen and learn his wonton making technique.
"At least, Mr. Lin will be able to taste my wontons until he gets completely old."
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Noon, Baiyun Tower.
"Mr. Lin, are you here, or is it the same as before?"
The moment Lin Yi stepped into the threshold, the shopkeeper, who was originally urged by a group of guests, immediately dropped all the work in his hands and left respectfully. Come over.
"The window on the third floor has been kept for you."
Seeing Lin Yi nod, the smile on the face of the shopkeeper who was over fifty years old became more and more intense.
“Hiss!”
Seeing this scene, a table of young diners not far away subconsciously let out a sound of exclamation.
"Brother Wang, didn't you say that the shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower has the most eccentric personality? Even if the prefect came, he wouldn't show any mercy?
Then why would he treat someone who is half way through the year? The old man is so respectful?”
“Have I ever said that there is a big shopkeeper in Baiyun Tower?”
The scholar known as Brother Wang said with a slight smile.
"Could it be this person?"
"You have some discernment."
Hearing this, the scholar surnamed Wang said with pride.
"This is not just a big shopkeeper. Nowadays, most of the restaurants in Ning'an City are related to this person.
It is not the deed of the restaurant that is in his name. , I owe this money.
The most important thing is that this person has something that everyone in Ning'an City dreams of. "
"What is it? "
Hearing this, the classmate suddenly became interested and asked quickly.
Unexpectedly, the scholar surnamed Wang did not answer directly, but raised the wine glass on the table and swayed it. After a few moments, he continued, "The wine that makes people dream of three thousand dollars, the paintings that make people look at them for thousands of years, the wealth and popularity that make people extremely enviable, these three are also the three best things in Ning'an City. ”
"Doesn't that mean that he has taken advantage of all the good things in the world? Could it be..."
At this point, the man looked around and then said.
"This old gentleman is so rich, doesn't anyone want to take advantage of him?
You must know that the Zhao country has not been peaceful in recent years, and several areas have been looted."
"The old Su Bai of Zhao Guoge today is an old friend of this person. How dare the government dare to touch him? As for thieves... it is not that easy."
The scholar named Wang said with a sigh.
“Actually, I feel that this old gentleman is not really rich, because Mr. Lin does not have a partner or heirs yet...”
“A dream of three thousand wines, a glance of ten thousand years "
Hearing this, in a corner not far from the two of them, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance moved his eyes slightly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes.
“Only these mortals would care about these things, but the taste of the wine is indeed extraordinary.”
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In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.
“Shopkeeper, Mr. Lin didn’t press for the account.”
Looking at the empty space in the building, the accountant in charge of the accounts saw that the shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower was in a good mood. After drinking, he came over and asked.
“I didn’t even ask, I just drank quietly alone.”
The shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower said with emotion.
"Why hasn't Mr. Lin married a wife after all these years? Could it be..."
Seeing this scene, Mr. Accountant pondered for a moment and then asked.
“In our eyes, money is an extremely important thing, but for Mr. Lin, this is not the case.
As for why he has not taken it yet, he may be waiting for someone. ”
Thinking like this, the shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower also fell into a state of confusion for a moment.
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"This is it. This should be the so-called Mr. Lin's residence."
As the sound of the gong at the third watch gradually faded away, a sound A blurry figure suddenly appeared in Ji Yi's yard.
Through the dim moonlight, it was possible to vaguely see that this person was the middle-aged man who was listening to the conversation between the scholar named Wang and his friend during the day.
"It's a blessing for you, a mere mortal, to be so cautious like Fang."
As he said these words, the monk surnamed Fang immediately cast a spell. After taking a look at the inner room, he Walk towards the houses on both sides.
"This is..."
As soon as Fang came into the room, the monk surnamed Fang's eyes were immediately attracted by a painting hanging on the wall.
The night may affect mortals, but to monks, it is like day.
On the wall, there is a picture of pine trees hanging.
The green pine stood tall and tall, and just one glance took away his mind. When he woke up, the monk surnamed Fang was surprised to find that he was already in the painting.
“No, it’s this painting that trapped my spiritual consciousness.”
The monk surnamed Fang was shocked at first, but when he found that his spiritual consciousness returned to its original form in a single thought, A look of joy could not help but appear in his eyes.
“A magic weapon, this is actually a magic weapon.”
After the monk surnamed Fang looked at it confidently for a moment, the joy in his eyes turned into ecstasy.
This painting seems to have a simple material, but it can so easily trap the spiritual consciousness of a foundation-building monk.
If it is re-refined with mana, it will definitely be an excellent forbidden magic weapon.
"Mortals are just mortals. They don't even know they have treasures. This painting alone can't be bought with thousands of dollars."
As he said that, the monk surnamed Fang put this on the wall. The painting was received in the storage bag with peace of mind.
If a mortal does not recognize treasure, then this thing belongs to him.
“Let’s see if there are anything else.”
Thinking like this, the monk surnamed Fang’s eyes fell on the bookshelf beside him.
There are an even more astonishing number of scrolls there.
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(End of this chapter)