Chapter 2 Acquisition and Recognition of Owner

That thing was on an inconspicuous stall.

There were piles and piles of copper coins on this small stall, and on the corner, there was a ceramic puppy.

The object that shines with rich green light under the [Detection Spiritual Light] is this ceramic puppy.

Wu Siyuan's heart suddenly moved. This situation was the same as what was said in the novel.

He came to the stall with a calm face, picked up a copper coin, and asked the stall, "Boss, how much is this copper coin?"

"Little brother, you know the goods. The best thing in my stall is this copper coin. Look at the paste. It's a serious Qianlong style coin. The price is 500." And the rhetoric in the novel. Exactly the same, the vendor said, holding out five fingers.

Wu Siyuan couldn't help but laugh, and returned Qianlong Fan's money. Are you just giving away Qianlong Fan's money like this? Just say five hundred? The money made in this antique market is just the money taken advantage of.

To put it mildly, it’s also called tuition.

How hilarious.

Wu Siyuan pointed in the direction of the company and said to the stall owner, "Boss, I work there. I'm not here to travel to Jiangnan City."

"Ahem, cough, cough, this is really an old thing. I won't deceive you. Seeing that you are nearby, you can be considered a neighbor. You can give me three hundred and twenty yuan and take it away. I will treat it as a business today." The hawker was a little worried. Embarrassed, he said without giving up.

Maybe it’s done!

Wu Siyuan smiled and did not answer. Instead, he pointed at the ceramic puppy lying on the side, which was the treasure that shone with rich green light, and said, "How do you sell this ceramic puppy?"

"You are talking about this. Little brother, let me tell you, this thing I just mentioned is made in the Wanli year. Look at the production and glaze color. When I collected this thing in the countryside, the fellow They said they dug it out of a large underground tomb when they were digging the reservoir, and there are a bunch of them..." I have to say that it's not easy to do this job. At least you must be eloquent and thick-skinned.

Wu Siyuan looked like he didn't believe him, but the vendor still boasted desperately, hoping to find a good guy to get a good start.

Wu Siyuan directly planned his words, "Boss, don't be ridiculous. How could there be any bulldogs in the Wanli period? Besides, it's really something that came out of the ground. You should have asked the police to invite you to tea with this underworld weapon."

"I just suddenly got an idea and wanted to buy something to put on the table and look at. This thing is probably more than ten years old at most. It's a handicraft. I don't know if it says "Make in China". Please give me an honest price. Right? If it's suitable, I'll buy it!" Wu Siyuan said calmly. In fact, what he didn't say was what he would do if the price was not suitable!

"You can take it for fifty." The hawker thought for a moment and gave a price.

Without saying a word, Wu Siyuan took out a fifty-yuan green note from Ju An's wallet and handed it to the vendor. Then he took the ceramic puppy with another world from his stall and turned around. , and left cleanly.

In the original work, Ju An even bargained with the stall owner and finally bought the ceramic puppy for 20 yuan, but this is not necessary in Wu Siyuan's case.

It's only fifty yuan, but it's not on the same level as the Mohist pearl hidden inside this ceramic puppy.

"Go slowly." The vendor looked at the fifty-yuan bill in his hand happily and said to Wu Siyuan's back with a smile. He thought he had made money, but he didn't know how much opportunity he had missed.

No wonder the gods and Buddhas in myths and legends are so particular about chance!

It’s really a treasure placed in front of you, but you have no fate and no use for it!

Wu Siyuan, who had his back to the vendor, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking silently in his heart.

He came to the bus station, took the bus for an hour, and didn't even eat, so he went directly back to the small house rented by the original owner Ju An. It was a small room of more than ten square meters without a kitchen and bathroom. The bathroom was shared. .

This is a rental house in an urban village.

The conditions are so bad, of course the price is not that high, only four hundred yuan.

Maybe the current original owner, Mr. Ju An, said that four hundred oceans is too expensive. After all, his current salary is only more than two thousand yuan. But for billionaire Wu Siyuan, that's it.

What is really important is this thing. Wu Siyuan took out this ceramic puppy from a street stall. The "Shennongjiao Space" in his mind was always ready to move, constantly conveying the thought "I want it" to Wu Siyuan. .

"Don't be anxious!" Wu Siyuan smiled slightly and said lightly.

With a shake of his hand, the ceramic puppy fell to the ground.

The thing I bought for fifty yuan was broken into pieces, and a paper bag inside was exposed.

Wu Siyuan ignored the ceramic shards and directly picked up the paper bag.

When he opened the paper bag, he saw inside was a dark green bead necklace connected to a dark red rope. There was a very small wishful knot between the rope and the beads.

The beating of [Shennongjiao Space] in my mind became faster, as if Lao Tie had encountered a rare delicacy and couldn't control himself.

Wu Siyuan was unmoved. His eyes fell on the paper and he found words written on it: Today, opium and tea have poisoned the people of the country. He and his colleagues want to kill the foreign opium merchants to intimidate the Western barbarians. I leave this pearl with you. My father will write the final letter to declare the unification. The spring of the second year.

The writing on this should have been left by the previous owner of the Mohist bead, a folk patriot. I don’t know what happened in the middle. This thing was not obtained by his son, or it may be said that the son got it, but the details of it cannot be understood. It was a secret, so I went round and round and was picked up by the vendor again.

This is [fate]!

A treasure that has no destiny or destiny, even if it is placed in front of you, is like a mirror in the mirror, something you can't hope for!

This thought flashed through Wu Siyuan's mind, and Wu Siyuan picked up this Mohist bead.

The whole bead glowed faintly in Wu Siyuan's hand. There seemed to be something inside, but it was vague and obscured by a mass of mist.

After looking at it for a long time, there was no reaction at all about the Mohist bead.

"That's not right. I remember that in the novel, the protagonist entered the small world of this magic mirror bead just looking at it. I watched it for so long and didn't react at all. Don't I have a fate too?" Wu Siyuan put it down. Zhuzi, with a puzzled look on his face, thought, "Impossible!"

He carefully recalled the plot of this novel, and suddenly remembered that when the original owner Ju An was looking at this Mohist bead, his hand was injured.

His finger was accidentally cut by a broken ceramic shard and bled.

When he looked at the Mohist bead, the blood on his finger was absorbed by the bead, and the Mohist bead recognized its owner.

After a hundred years, this Mohist pearl once again had its owner.