Yuanshin: I Sell Pots On The Tivat Continent

"Don't you want anything?"

After Lin Mo took Mo La, he looked at Master Mao who turned and left, and raised his eyebrows: "There is something in the jar."

There is this thing in the jar with broken rice crackers. This is not an empty jar.

While speaking, Lin Mo looked at the jar fragments on the ground.

There was a piece of paper among the fragments of the jar.

【Instant Noodle Recipe】A gourmet recipe from a mysterious world.

"thing?"

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Master Mao, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped immediately.

Yes, there is still something in the jar.

But I saw it, it was a note.

Since I have already paid the money and bought the broken jar, I must take back the thing in the jar.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a blood loss?

And this note actually cost him one hundred thousand moras, he had to go back and remember what happened today.

So what if it's just a piece of paper that doesn't exist?

He bought it for one hundred thousand moras!

And all of this is because of rice crust.

Thinking of the instigator of everything, Guoba, Master Mao looked at Guoba who was hugging his thigh.

"Lu..."

At this time, Guoba also seemed to feel that he had caused trouble, and he did not run around while holding Master Mao's thigh.

"well."

Master Mao sighed softly, walked over to pick up the note on the broken jar, put it in his pocket, and left this sad place without looking back.

This place made him uncomfortable.

And Lin Mo glanced at Master Mao who was leaving, and with a wave of his hand, he annihilated the fragments of the pots on the ground into powder, then lay on the recliner, and continued to wait for the business to come.

 …

"Father, why did you come back so late today?"

Wanmintang, Xiangling who was cooking, was shocked when he saw Master Mao coming back: "Isn't the branch of Liyue Bank very close to our Wanmintang?"

My father went out for a long time this time, and the time estimated by her was wrong.

"Lu..."

Going back to Wanmintang's Guoba, he saw Xiangling running over immediately and threw himself into Xiangling's arms.

"kindness?"

Seeing the uncharacteristic rice crust, Xiangling's hair turned black: "Did you get into trouble again!"

Every time the rice cake went out and caused trouble, it was like this.

Dad came back so late today, I'm afraid that the rice crust will cause trouble again!

"Lu..."

Hearing Xiangling's words, Guoba covered his face with his hands.

"Father, what trouble did Guoba cause today?"

Seeing the rice cake like this, Xiangling felt a little helpless, and looked at her father.

"It ran into a pot shop and broke a pot. I lost 100,000 moras."

Master Mao put down the oily rice in his hand and spoke.

When speaking, Master Mao's face was still dark.

That's one hundred thousand moras.

Although he was able to earn it back soon, one hundred thousand moras was a small amount of money for him, but just because of an ordinary pot, he felt angina.

This is the most expensive and most worthless thing he has ever spent money on in his life.

"What!"

Hearing Master Mao's words, Xiangling's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of disbelief; "A jar of 100,000 moras? Is the crispy rice cracked some antique?"

"Critter!"

As he said that, Xiangling looked at the rice crust with an angry face.

How could this crispy rice break the antique so recklessly.

Only antiques in antique shops are worth so much.

But why would the crispy rice break the antiques rashly.

You know, usually when Guoba had nothing to do, he would run around in Liyue, and met too many people. These people were very kind, and Guoba would never cause trouble, which made Xiangling and the others feel at ease.

This time, I went out with my dad, and with my dad watching, why would I run into an antique shop and break an antique.

She looked at her father in confusion.

"I don't know how it ran over inexplicably. What was broken was not an antique, it was just an ordinary jar."

Master Mao shook his head, if it was an antique or something, he would accept it.

If the rice crust is broken, just pay for it.

But he still couldn't accept the ordinary pot like gambling.

"Ordinary jar?!"

Hearing Master Mao's words, Xiang Ling immediately had a ghostly expression.

Not an antique, just an ordinary jar?

This also costs 100,000 Morats?

Robbing money?

Xiangling frowned: "Father, have you been blackmailed?"

"No, I asked Qianyan Jun. The jars in that small jar shop are worth a hundred thousand moras. According to the owner and Qianyanjun, Lord Ningguang and Lord Keqing have also bought them."

Master Mao explained: "The reason why it sells for 100,000 moras is because there are things in the jar. There are good things and bad things. It's like gambling, so the price is so high."

"The Jar Shop?"

Hearing Master Mao's explanation, Xiangling's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the news she heard yesterday.

Hastily said: "Could it be the pot shop that can open the eye of God? Didn't someone say that a pot shop opened a god's eye yesterday, causing a big commotion?"

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