In the end, Gu Ying came and didn't ask the girl to come over, which made others laugh. Yan Jinghong suddenly realized after a while that he seemed to have misunderstood something!

hehe!

Yan Jinghong walked expressionlessly, and she would never admit that emotional intelligence suddenly went offline!

"The seller passes on the treasure, it is really a family treasure. It has been passed on to the family for a hundred years, so it will be a house to ward off evil spirits and settle down."

"The seller passes on antiques, a century-old history, cultural heritage, and has the effect of warding off evil spirits and bringing luck. Whoever buys it is suitable!"

As everyone walked, they heard a young man's shout. After listening carefully, they turned out to be the heirloom seller.

Fang Xin curled his lips and said, "The way of selling family heirlooms is really considered fake."

Yan Shenghui also agreed, but said, "But it looks quite lively, let's go over and take a look?"

"Okay, join in the fun." The two boys said and walked over. Yan Jinghong had no objection and walked towards the vendor.

The vendor was a not-so-old man, holding a black bottle in his hand, and didn't know what it was for. It seemed to have a little smell. The guy was wearing a mask and deliberately looked quite far away from the bottle.

"Young man, what kind of heirloom are you? How much do you plan to sell for?" An aunt asked with a smile. At this time, it was probably the aunts who were kind enough to support him.

"I don't know it, but it's definitely an antique that has been passed down for a hundred years. I don't offer a high price, I just sell it for one million!" The young man smiled, showing his big white teeth, giving people a smart and sincere feeling. He doesn't look like a liar, of course, many liars don't look like liars.

"What? One million? Not a high price? You are joking on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Whoever fools you will cheat you!" The aunt changed her face in an instant, and her tone seemed to have changed.

The young man was a little helpless, probably expected this situation and explained patiently: "One million sounds like a lot, but buying an antique to play with is not much."

The aunt glared at the young man and left angrily. The young man really couldn't speak. Didn't this say that she didn't have the money to buy it?

The young man was not angry and continued to shout. Yan Jinghong narrowed his eyes slightly and took two steps forward, "One million, I want it."

I originally thought it was just an antique at most, but I didn't expect her to encounter another object with spiritual energy. It was really a surprise.

As soon as Yan Jinghong's words fell, he heard the sound of inhaling sounds coming from around him, and he was obviously surprised.

If it is placed at an auction, this million is nothing, but it seems a bit too abrupt at such a temple fair where old men and aunts gather.

"Little girl, you have to think about it. Is this heirloom really worth one million?" An enthusiastic aunt reminded her with great concern when she saw Yan Jinghong young.

Some people also asked curiously: "This thing is really worth one million, can you tell me?"

Yan Jinghong ignored those people, but directly transferred the money to the seller and bought the heirloom.

The young seller was a very familiar man, and he didn't leave the goods after selling them. Instead, he asked excitedly: "Although my family is definitely an antique of old age, I don't know what it is. It's really worth one million?"

"You are not sure, so you dare to sell it?" Yan Jinghong asked back with a funny look.

The young man touched his head and did not answer the question. Instead, he said excitedly: "I know you. You are a big star. I have watched your show. You are very beautiful."

After hearing these words, Gu Yinglai silently took a step forward and expressed his sense of existence with his actions.

When the young man saw Gu Ying coming, he said in surprise: "You are Mr. Gu. You are very compatible with each other, you are a handsome man."

Only then did Gu Yinglai put away his hostility and silently retreated a little more.

Yan Jinghong was funny and returned to the young man's initial question: "I don't know what it is, it's like a jar, and it seems to have been used to pickle pickles."

This jar was black, and for a moment, Yan Jinghong couldn't tell what it was.

The young man touched his head embarrassedly, "My grandma used to like to use this jar, saying it was passed down to her by her ancestors, otherwise I wouldn't dare say it was a real antique."

After Yan Jinghong came home with the jar, he didn't plan to clean it. Anyway, they were all used for refining, so it would be unclean if it was not clean.

However, I heard that it was a pickle jar, Yan Jinghong thought about it and added two cucumbers watered with spiritual water to the accessories, which started the first refining of the new year.

There were still many people around Yan Jinghong, but in fact, the two members of Yan Fang and Gu Yinglai were there. They also gave Yan Jinghong a lot of ideas. The little things added together were everyone's masterpieces.

Fang Xin: "You said that if cucumber plus game controllers will be refined into a fruit game console?"

Yan Zhiyi asked without understanding: "What is a fruit game console?"

Fang Xin: "It's just a game console that specializes in fruit elimination."

Yan Zhiyi was speechless. At this time, Yan Shenghui also said excitedly: "I put the Naruto figure in. Do you think our sister can refine a game character?"

"Ahhhh, I like Jiraiya so much!" Yan Shenghui thought that maybe he could see a living Jiraiya, and felt that life was full of colors.

Fang Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Stop dreaming, how can refine the refining technique be refined into humans? I have never practiced it before!"

I won’t mention whether the refining technique can be refined into humans, but the result of this refining is very funny!

"Is this... a water tank?" Grandma Yan asked with some uncertainty. The jar that was originally only more than 20 centimeters tall, but after the refining, it turned into a large jar more than one meter high, which looked like the big jar used by some farmers to hold water.

Yan Jinghong said helplessly: "Although you can hold water, it is not a water tank."

Grandma Yan asked curiously: "What kind of tank is that? Fish tank?" It seems that it is OK, but it is all tanks anyway.

"As long as you put the ingredients in the pickling tank, you can pickle pickled products with excellent taste and a little bit of spiritual energy, such as pickles." Yan Jinghong said the introduction he responded to, and finally added, "There will be no shortage of pickles at home in the future."

"...hahahaha!" After a brief silence, a sudden burst of laughter broke out.

Fang Xin was the most arrogant and suggested: "Not only our family is not short of goods, but also your small shop is not short of goods. Just sell pickles and various pickles, and sell them for a can of one hundred yuan. No, one thousand yuan, you will definitely make a fortune!"
Chapter completed!