Ranch Story: Start Over

One trip, two trips, three or four trips.

One pile, two piles, a big pile.

After Feng Ling made four trips back and forth, he entered the secret mine for the fifth time and dug upwards with all his might. When the pickaxe went down, a metallic knocking sound came from diagonally above.

The texture of the ore was different from that of the ore. This sound was crisper and the sound of metal hitting each other was a bit shocking. Feng Ling dug a few more times and shoveled a few more times with the shovel. Finally, a corner of the target of the metal knocking sound appeared in front of Feng Ling.

It looked a bit like a small tripod used for sacrifices, with bronze rust covering the exposed end. This rusty appearance was very similar to the original appearance of his alchemical furnace. Could it be that he had unearthed an antique? Feng Ling immediately became interested and dug the soil a few more times. After swinging the shovel a few times, a corner of a broken bronze tripod was exposed.

Feng Ling pulled it a few times excitedly, feeling disappointed, but he still used the surrounding soil to dig out the broken corner, holding it in his hand and looking at it for a while, but because of the lack of light, he couldn't see what it looked like. Feng Ling had no choice but to throw it into the space pendant and take it out to ask Qian Lao later. The detection technique has been continuously activated, but it has not been able to show the properties of this thing. It should be a broken object that is not amazing.

When Feng Ling came out of the secret mine for the fifth time, it was already half past ten in the morning. After handing the mineral to Old Qian, Old Qian started the ore-refining blast furnace. The belt of the assembly line sent the loose ore brought out by Feng Ling into the blast furnace for rough refining.

"Feng boy, are you still going in?"

Old Qian asked with a smile, the income today was good, Feng Ling alone paid so much money, Old Qian looked at Feng Ling as if he had seen the God of Wealth.

Feng Ling took the wet towel handed to him by Mr. Qian, wiped his cheeks, drank a large bowl of tea, and finally came back to life.

"I can't go down, Mr. Qian. I'm too tired. I don't have the strength anymore."

At this moment, Feng Ling has entered a state of near weakness. Now he sits here to rest and chat with Old Qian, and by the way, he takes out the things he just got and informs him.

"Mr. Qian, take a look at this. I just dug it up the way you said. I have been mining for so long, and all I got is a broken bronze horn. What's the use of it?"

Seeing Feng Ling casually throwing the bronze horn aside, Qian Lao immediately cried out in distress:

"You kid, you can't just throw away such a good treasure like this!"

After saying that, he grabbed the tattered and muddy bronze horn, then excitedly ran back to the hut and brought back a bottle of unknown potion.

I saw Mr. Qian carefully spraying the potion all over the body of Canjiao. After the spraying, the mud on the surface of Canjiao gradually fell off and separated as if by magic, as if it had automatically separated from the bronze vessel.

In the sunlight, as the soil and impurities continued to fall off, Feng Ling finally saw the outer shape and pattern of this small bronze horn. It was only the size of a bedside table corner, but it was engraved with runes and cloud and thunder patterns.

Old Qian seemed to be an antique lover. Seeing him absorbed in the antiques, he used a small brush to clean the remaining dirt and impurities. A dark green scrap appeared cleanly in front of Feng Ling. However, Feng Ling's focus was different. She was attracted by the potion in the small bottle in Old Qian's hand. This potion was so easy to use and was really an excellent item for cleaning stains.

Seeing Feng Ling staring at the medicine bottle in his hand, Old Qian asked with a smile:

"want to?"

Feng Ling nodded vigorously.

Mr. Qian made a palm gesture.

"500? 5000?!"

Feng Ling was stunned. What kind of lousy potion was this? It was actually so precious. Was the old man trying to make fun of him?

"This is the cleaning fluid for antiques. The cleaner an antique is, the more divine it will be. When all the other parts are collected, they can be repaired by a master forger. Unfortunately, after so many years, very few people have found the fragments. I was just saying this to you casually, but I didn't expect you to surprise me."

New knowledge has been gained, but Feng Ling is not clear about the interests involved, so he quickly handed over the system strawberry in a flattering manner, hoping that the other party would reveal more information to him.

After accepting Feng Ling's benefit, Mr. Qian lay down comfortably on the recliner, while he placed the broken bronze horn in the sun to dry.

"Perhaps you have never participated in the excavation of ancient artifacts before, so you don't know this knowledge. These bronze artifacts excavated in the mines are objects of faith of various gods. Each god has thousands of believers, so in order to solve some blessing tasks once and for all, they created these divine objects and let their believers search and dig.

But people of noble status certainly don't want to do these menial jobs, so these opportunities are left to ordinary people. If they dig up a part, the market purchase price is generally between 50 and 100 million. But even so, few people are willing to sell it publicly, because private transactions are more than ten times higher. "

After hearing what Old Qian said, the alpaca in Feng Ling's heart started running away. This was too abnormal.

"Then I'll sell it, Mr. Qian, will you take it?"

Feng Ling asked with a smile, his eyes full of money.

Old Qian patted Feng Ling on the back in frustration:

"You might get beaten."

"Ah? What happened? Why should I be beaten?"

"See the pattern here? Think about the mark on the goddess' forehead!"

Old Qian shook his head at Feng Ling's hopeless look. Feng Ling quickly realized that as a believer of the goddess, he actually said that he wanted to sell her things. This was the greatest blasphemy to her. You can say exchange or gift, but never say sell in front of her, especially, the shrine next to him was glowing faintly. It was obvious that Feng Ling's words made the goddess unhappy.

Just as he finished speaking, the lake water suddenly churned up, and then a huge water dragon rushed straight towards Feng Ling. Feng Ling was caught off guard and was frozen by this almost instantaneous water magic, forming an ice sculpture.

Old Qian looked at Feng Ling who was unable to move, shook his head and said:

"Just accept the punishment calmly for now. When the goddess is no longer angry, she will unfreeze you."

Old Qian ignored Feng Ling and took out a book from his pocket and began to read it with relish.

Poor Feng Ling's body was extremely cold under the scorching sun, while the sun was scorching hot above his head. This feeling of ice and fire made Feng Ling extremely painful.

There was no other way, Feng Ling had to mobilize his magic power and began trying to communicate with the shrine, constantly apologizing to the goddess and promising to increase the tribute.

He had been trying his best to raise the number of tribute, and finally, when Feng Ling raised the number of tribute to 100 strawberries, the familiar voice of the goddess came into his ears.

"Do you dare next time?"