Ten thousand taels of silver, if he really gets it, he can wash his hands with gold.

But, the problem is that the bottle is no longer in his hands!

The fat boss dared not hide it and told the whole story all the time.

After hearing this, Gu Mo's grandson said angrily: "You idiot, you don't know the good things you got? You sold them for a tael of silver?"

The fat boss smiled bitterly and said, "The bottle is so new, it doesn't look like an antique no matter how you look."

Gu Mo shook his head and said, "You don't understand. That bottle is an out-of-print tribute from two thousand years ago. The bottle seems simple, but the craftsmanship contained in it is ingenious. I dare not say that it will be immortal for thousands of years. It is still okay if it remains unchanged for at least five thousand years.

Moreover, there is no means of practitioners on it!

It is rare to do this with a simple skill.

OK, I won’t tell you anymore, Chan’er and grandpa will chase the monk!”

Chan'er responded and left with Gu Mo.

The fat boss behind him saw that the two thousand taels of silver he had received were taken away before it was heated, and immediately sat on the ground and burst into tears, heartbroken.

Fang Zheng naturally didn't know that he had picked up a hole, but he actually got some trouble.

However, Fang Zheng did not lie to the fat boss. He really planned to plant flowers with the antique bottle in his hand.

But it is not a famous flower. I pulled two wild flowers on the side of the road, then dug some soil and scattered them in it, and then put them in it.

Finally, Fang Zheng carried the vase back to the door of the rental house, then placed the vase next to the door, and hung the photocopy stone in the corner of the wall. After all, he opened the door and went back to sleep.

During the day, the upstairs are very peaceful.

At night, the upstairs started to make noise again. The children ran back and forth, the adults stamped their feet, moved the tables, and moved the stools. What they knew was that the upstairs were making noise, and those who didn't know thought they were moving.

The lone wolf held the dog's paws and covered his ears, looked at Fang Zheng with a depressed look on his face and said, "Master, you have been busy all day long and then got a flowerpot back? Can that thing be cured upstairs?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "Don't worry."

After saying that, Fang Zheng read the Buddhist scriptures.

In the second half of the night, the sounds on the upstairs gradually became quiet.

The lone wolf smiled: "I thought they didn't sleep every night and were making a fuss. It seems that they are not pure blood night owls. Master, you can sleep with peace of mind."

As a result, Fang Zheng's eyes not only did not close, but instead stared at the boss, then grinned and sat up: "Amitabha, since they are asleep, it's our turn to move."

"What does it mean?" The lone wolf was stunned.

Fang Zheng took the stick next to him and found the right location of the bedroom upstairs, facing the roof.

Dong!

A dull sound.

The lone wolf suddenly understood what Fang Zheng was going to do. The lone wolf, who had been tortured for a day and a night, immediately jumped up: "Master, I'll do this job!"

Fang Zheng smiled: "Then there is still a stick. Let me poke this side, you poke that side, remember, the strength is too big and too small, don't fix the size."

"Okay!" The lone wolf responded.

Then the master and apprentice were stumbled downstairs and they poked the ceiling one by one.

Sure enough, within a while, the upstairs exploded.

Then I heard an old lady cursing from the corridor: "Die monk, are you a little bit moral? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why would you knock on the ceiling?"

Then there was a heavy knock on the door, which was more suitable than knocking.

Fang Zheng was not angry, and smiled and opened the door. The old lady Cao stood angrily at the door. Before Fang Zheng could speak, she said to her face: "Do you have some moral character? What kind of ceiling will you poke at night!"

Fang Zhengdao: "Donor, I am poking the ceiling in my own house. What does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have nothing to do with me? Can you live upstairs?" Old Mrs. Cao glared.

Fang Zheng said: "Donor, I can't understand what you said. Your child can run around the ground to affect me, but I can't poke the ceiling and drive away mosquitoes? At this time, I remember the relationship upstairs and downstairs? Don't you think it's very double-standard?"

Old Mrs. Cao didn't expect Fang Zheng to confront her so directly. Her face turned blue and white, saying, "You... I understand, you are purely revenge, right?"

Fang Zheng shook his head: "Donor, it's wrong for you to say this. I just drove flies and mosquitoes. Okay, donor, if there is nothing else, you should go back and rest early. I still have to drive mosquitoes. This is a big weather, there are so many mosquitoes."

After saying that, Fang Zheng glanced at the vase at the door and said, "Be careful, don't break my baby flower."

Bang!

The door was closed, and Old Mrs. Cao was left directly at the door.

Old Mrs. Cao was so angry that she was itchy. She had always been the only one who treated others like this. When had she been treated like this?

Old Mrs. Cao glanced at the vase and the flowers on it, hummed twice before leaving.

However, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

As soon as Mrs. Cao lay down, she began to poke the ceiling again downstairs.

The little grandson was also awakened and cried...

The son and daughter-in-law were also depressed, and in the end her son and daughter-in-law followed Mrs. Cao downstairs.

Bang bang bang!

The two of them knocked on the door vigorously.

The door opened, and both sides were stunned.

The couple didn't expect that there was such a young monk living downstairs, and Fang Zheng didn't expect that Old Lady Cao would bring someone here.

"Amitabha, donor, is there anything wrong?" Fang Zheng asked.

Old Mrs. Cao said angrily: "Nonsense! If you stab the ceiling so much, will I be fine?"

Old Mrs. Cao's son Zhao Yu clenched his fists and punched him on the wall, threatening: "Monk, you'd better be more sensible. If you make trouble, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, then closed the door with a bang, and threw down: "Several donors, it's late at night, go to bed early."

Hearing this, Zhao Yu, Mrs. Cao and her daughter-in-law thought that the monk inside had surrendered, but then they heard the monk say another sentence: "I want to drive away mosquitoes, so I won't chat with you."

When the three of them heard this, they were immediately enraged.

Zhao Yu knocked on the door again: "Monk, you're not over yet, are you?"

"This, your question to the mosquito." Fang Zheng replied.

"you!"

Seeing that the other party was not in, he refused to open the door, Zhao Yu's violent temper came up, and he just stole the door, and then started to curse.

Old Mrs. Cao was also helping her, but the door was really strong. Although she broke some places, she could not kick it open.

On the contrary, there was a thud of thrust in the room and a grandson's crying sound from the upper floor.

The two of them were suddenly furious. At this moment, Old Mrs. Cao saw the vase next to her, grabbed it and threw it on the ground: "So still grow flowers? I'll let you raise them!"

Bang!

The vase fell to pieces.

After throwing the vase and turning the cauliflower on the ground into a ball of mud, Old Mrs. Cao felt much more angry and was about to go back to the room.
Chapter completed!