A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong returned to the antique street.

He pretended to stroll leisurely to the entrance of the alley where he had killed someone before. He found that there were several stall owners with peaceful faces setting up stalls near the entrance of the alley.

It had been several days since he killed someone.

Recalling that day, the clothes and accents of the four people should not be from this county. They suddenly died in that remote alley. I am afraid that even their identities cannot be confirmed.

And there was no victim who filed a complaint. How could the government pay attention to it?

Without a victim, who would they eat?

The body might have been taken to the charity cemetery on the same day and burned directly.

The law and order in the Jiuzhou Continent is quite chaotic. It is normal for a few people to die occasionally.

These people just disappeared in this world. It was just that there was one more unsolved case in the government. It was probably just a few lines of words recorded in the documents on the desk of the head of the police.

Duan Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked back and forth on the antique street.

He has decided to spend a few days to thoroughly search this street and see how much gold can be found in this mud and sand.

Anyway, now he can only practice the Zhuanggong for an hour and a half every day, so he has plenty of free time to invest in the business of picking up bargains...

Three days later, Duan Rong, with a dark face, straightened his aching waist from a stall at the end of the antique street with a depressed look.

You know, his waist, which has been tempered by Zhuanggong, is at least well-trained.

But at this time, he couldn't stand it.

The main reason is that Duan Rong worked too hard!

In three days, he searched almost the entire antique street, and his way of searching, he had to touch every item.

After these three days, Duan Rong also got a nickname in the antique street, which was called "Touch it once".

The stall owners were a little resistant to Duan Rong at first, but after three days, he had already become famous, and the stall owners treated him as a joke and let him do what he wanted.

Anyway, he didn't steal or rob, he just touched you openly.

"Did you feel good touching?" The stall owner at the last stall laughed when he saw Duan Rong standing up.

But Duan Rong was so depressed that he had no time to talk nonsense with him.

In the entire antique street, there was nothing real except the painting of a lady by Fan Yunlin that he found a few days ago.

"A bunch of rip-offs!"

Duan Rong was quite dissatisfied with the stall owners on the antique street.

Duan Rong suddenly thought of a story he had learned in his previous life. The story was called "Waiting for the Rabbit by the Tree", which seemed to be from Han Feizi's "Five Vermin".

"There was a farmer in Song. There was a tree in his field. A rabbit ran into the tree and broke its neck and died. So he abandoned his hoe and waited for the tree, hoping to catch a rabbit. He could not catch the rabbit, and he was laughed at by the people of Song."

At this time, Duan Rong felt that he was the farmer who waited for the rabbit by the tree. Not only could he not catch the rabbit, but he also made the farmland barren.

Three days wasted in vain!

Duan Rong was exhausted and left the antique street. He sat down in a beef soup shop not far from the street.

Duan Rong ordered a bowl of beef soup and two sesame cakes. He poured a large spoonful of chili oil into the soup and ate and drank it.

Duan Rong was sweating profusely when he suddenly saw a stall across the street.

It was a thin middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, who was helping people write letters.

Behind the scholar's stall, there were some calligraphy and paintings, which seemed to be all written and painted by him.

Most of the paintings were portraits, with ladies with bold and unrestrained manners and warriors wielding swords and guns, all of which looked quite lively from a distance...

At this time, sitting in front of his stall was an old woman wearing a headscarf and holding a basket.

Duan Rong looked at it for a while, and the thin scholar who was writing a letter with his head down suddenly had an idea and shouted again: "I am really too smart!"

"You have seen ladies' paintings, but have you seen PS?"

"What is industrial upgrading? What is a new business model?"

"What is dimensionality reduction strike!"

"Oli Ge!"

Duan Rong jumped up from his seat excitedly and accidentally knocked the soup bowl to the ground. With a bang, the soup and the bowl were broken.

"Oh, my bowl!" The proprietress twisted her bucket waist and walked over angrily. She wiped her hands on her apron and looked at Duan Rong with anger. "You are such a grown-up, why are you still so irritable?"

Duan Rong smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Calm down, boss lady. I was careless for a moment, I accept the punishment! Here is a penny of silver, please keep it and clean it up."

Duan Rong stuffed a penny of silver into the boss lady's hand, and ran out of the soup shop impatiently and ran to the antique street.

Duan Rong was not generous, he really didn't have time to waste with the boss lady here, and the smallest silver in his inner pocket was a penny.

"Hurrying to collect the body!" The boss lady looked at Duan Rong who ran out, spit and cursed, she lowered her head and looked at her hand, and sure enough, there was a penny of silver, she smiled immediately, and said, "This man is honest, but too reckless, not calm, not a man who can live!"

As the boss lady said, she put the silver in her sleeves, picked up the broom and swept the broken pieces of bowls on the ground into the dustpan.

No mistakes, just read the content of the book on 6-9!

The lady boss made a fortune and was in a good mood. Even her eyebrows and eyes were charming...

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the vendors on the antique street had begun to close their stalls and prepare to go home.

Duan Rong pushed through the crowd and rushed to a stall in the middle of the street.

The stall owner was a middle-aged fat man with two mustaches, who looked a bit like Bao Bu Tong.

Duan Rong rushed over and immediately rummaged through the painting jar next to the stall.

"Damn, touch it, why are you back again?" The stall owner was packing up his things, and when he turned around, he saw the flustered Duan Rong.

Duan Rong said nothing, just rummaging through the painting jar, and suddenly his face was happy, saying: "Found it!"

Duan Rong opened the painting and saw that it was a rather gorgeous painting, called the Night Banquet of Ladies.

There were seven or eight ladies in the painting, some lying or sitting, some petting cats or waving fans, with beautiful shapes and different expressions.

In fact, this painting, in terms of artistic level, is not a top-grade one, let alone a masterpiece.

But it is very suitable for the aesthetic taste of the general public, and it is also a kind of elegance to hang it in the bedroom.

Duan Rong had no time to appreciate it at this time. He looked at the data floating in front of him and smiled slightly.

Artifact: Ladies' Night Banquet

Artifact Spirit Level: First Level

Devouring Requirements: Host's Mental Power Level 1 (Satisfied)

Devouring Effect: Primary Level of Danqing Miaobi.

"Boy, you have good taste. This painting is also a top-notch one in my hands. Look at the brushstrokes and the appearance. Look at this girl, she is white and tender, like a peeled scallion." The wretched stall owner with two mustaches said with a wretched and lustful light in his eyes.

"Devour!" Duan Rong ignored the stall owner and said silently in his heart.

Then, he rolled his hands and put the painting back into the painting tank, saying: "This painting is like a pornographic picture, which is not good for your health!"

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The stall owner was slightly startled, his face turned red, and he muttered: "You...you...what nonsense! I am married!"

The stall owner wanted to explain a few more words, but found that Duan Rong had already walked away.

He saw Duan Rong go back and thought he could make a deal, but he didn't expect that he would definitely not buy it after touching it.

Just touching but not buying, pure freeloading!

But the stall owner still felt it was a bit strange, how could this guy pick out his favorite thing without opening the painting just by touching it. "Weird people are evil!"