Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 765 My Little Dragon is 1 and a half years old

On the busy street, the bag on the girl's back was shaking, but because she was walking fast, the backpack rose and fell with her and did not attract anyone's attention.

No one knew that there was actually a little dragon eating lunch in the bag.

Passing by an intersection, Lingyao turned on tiptoe and walked in.

There is an antique area in the busy street.

There are prosperous and solemn antique shops on these streets, as well as small vendors who set up stalls by simply stretching a cloth or a table on the ground.

This place is the base camp for the monks to do business, but only insiders can tell the truth from the false.

For some things, if you are someone who doesn’t understand them, they won’t sell them to you even if you go up to them to buy them. They are just that arrogant.

In the Taoist profession, although everyone looks shabby in Taoist robes, they are actually pursuing a noble character, which makes them naturally proud.

There were some things in the rewards Lingyao gave out in the last game that she couldn't use, and now the original owner really had nothing in her pockets.

Lingyao scanned the streets and then went to another street to buy two pieces of the cheapest cloth. She brought them over and spread them out at the chosen location.

Take those things out.

Standing next to Lingyao was an old man with half of his white beard hanging in the air, but he did not look old and was very energetic. Like He Minghan, he always looked younger than his peers.

You can tell at first glance that this kind of person is a cultivator, with spiritual energy. Although his cultivation is not very deep, he looks different from others.

He was better than Lingyao. He set up a table and held his chin high. When a man came over to ask him how much the ginseng on the table cost, he ignored him.

"Five hundred dollars."

"You're charging five hundred dollars for this stall item. You're robbing people."

The old man snorted disdainfully: "You think it's expensive, but I don't want to sell it. I only sell this to the right person, understand?"

After hearing this, the man did not walk away, but stood in front of the stall, frowning and hesitating.

The man was not an expert in business, but he had a friend who was, who told him that there were many treasures here, and specifically reminded him to buy from the kind of boss who didn't like to talk to customers, because the treasures from that kind of boss were the real treasures.

The man looked at the ginseng and really wanted it. He didn't know why, but he could smell the scent of the ginseng just by standing in front of it, and he felt refreshed after taking a breath.

But five hundred dollars is too expensive!

Nowadays, marrying a concubine costs less than a dozen dollars, and one dollar is enough to buy more than 40 kilograms of rice.

The man was still hesitating, but the old man ignored him and just stood there leisurely fiddling with the beads in his hand.

As an expert, Lingyao could tell that the necklace had been blessed and had probably been soaked in spiritual spring water for some time, so it was full of spiritual energy.

Before the man could hesitate, another woman suddenly rushed over.

He went straight to the old man's stall and took the ginseng without saying a word.

The man was still hesitating just now, thinking it was not worth it, but now that he saw the ginseng had been snatched away by someone else, he felt unwilling to give up.

He quickly grabbed the woman's arm.

"Hey, ma'am, I saw this ginseng first, I want it!"

The lady glanced at him and said reasonably: "Have you paid? If not, whoever gets the ginseng first will own it."

The man never asked his wife about the price during the whole meeting. He guessed that she didn't even know how much the ginseng cost, which was five hundred dollars.

"Madam, this ginseng costs five hundred dollars, which is twice as expensive as the price at Baocuizhai!"

The lady held the ginseng box tightly in her hand, and warned the man with her red lips: "Sir, if you don't let go, I will call the police. I have already said that I will take it no matter how much this ginseng is sold for."

The man had no choice but to let go, but he was still confused and unwilling to give in: "Madam, can you tell me why you insisted on buying this ginseng? There are so many people buying ginseng on this street."

The lady snorted lightly, took out a dollar check that she had prepared in advance from her bag, counted it and handed it to the old man with a very respectful and flattering attitude. After the ownership of the ginseng was settled, the lady looked at the man who had been standing next to her.

"Sir, since you left this ginseng to me today, I will kindly tell you that last time I bought an old ginseng from this master's stall and took it back to make medicine for my father who had been suffering from a cough."

"At the time, I just thought it was a tonic. As a result, not only did my father's cough get better, but even his chronic headaches were gone."

After the lady finished speaking, she turned around, got on a rickshaw and left. She had been hanging out here frequently in the past month, but the master had not come.

She had not been on duty today, but she sent someone to keep an eye on the situation. When she got the news that the master was coming, the lady immediately took the money and got on a rickshaw and rushed over.

Fortunately, everything she did paid off and she did not return empty-handed.

After hearing what his wife said, the man froze in place, suspecting that the wife was hired by the old man.

But he also felt that it was unlikely. After all, the old man's attitude towards the lady was the same as his attitude towards him. He just handed over the money and the goods without saying a word.

That's because neither the man nor his wife are experts in the field, and the old man has nothing to say to them. If he does, he might be labeled a charlatan.

Although the man did not get the ginseng in the end, he was still unwilling to give up. He spent two hundred dollars to buy an amulet bag from the old man before leaving.

The old man looked at the man's back as he walked away and snorted.

"Your forehead is dark and your eyes are dull. Your amulet is only worth two hundred dollars. It can't be said to be more effective than a ginseng worth five hundred dollars."

While the old man was arguing with the two men, Lingyao had already arranged the things. When the old man glanced sideways, his black eyes suddenly widened.

"Little girl, where did you get all these things?"

Lingyao's table was not as full as the other stalls.

There were three things in total.

A jade ring the size of a pigeon egg, a box of soil, and a small piece of pastry similar to a soft cake, which was white and tender, like a bar of solidified milk, translucent and beautiful.

Compared with other vendors with a wide variety of goods, her stall was completely shabby. If it weren’t for her eye-catching appearance like a fairy, passers-by probably wouldn’t even look at her stall.

But the old man who had been so proud just now came over, picked up the "rice cake", his cheeks flushed with excitement, and he came close to Lingyao and spoke in a low voice.

"Girl, where did you get this Polygonum multiflorum cake?"

The old man's eyes almost lit up as he looked at Polygonum multiflorum, and it looked like he would open his mouth and eat the cake at any moment.

Lingyao had just finished watching the whole process of the old man selling things and had learned it very well.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Three thousand dollars, I'll only sell it to the right person."