peak madness in the city

Chapter 3 The Golden Shovel

"Don't rush to buy it yet, I'll see if you have any other good things here." Chen Feng pretended to be very interested, which really made the shopkeeper with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks very happy.

Suddenly, he saw a gourd worth [-] yuan, and asked, "What magical effect does this gourd have?"

"This..." The shopkeeper scratched his head: "Actually, this gourd is just an ordinary gourd, nothing special."

"Huh?" Chen Feng felt a little surprised: "You are willing to tell the truth!"

The shopkeeper smiled, took out the gourd from the counter, and explained: "Actually, what we sell is not this gourd, but the medicine in this gourd."

As he spoke, he poured out a few plump soybeans from the gourd, and showed them to Chen Feng triumphantly.

"Don't underestimate this elixir, this small one can make you invulnerable to a hundred poisons and live a long life."

"It's rare for a person to live to seventy years old! Back then, in order to live longer, many emperors exhausted their national resources to find the method of longevity."

"And as long as you eat this small grain, no matter what your innate physical condition is, if there are no accidents, you can live to be a hundred years old."

Sure enough, this shopkeeper is not only good at bragging, but also very good at making up nonsense.

"Sure enough, it's a treasure. It's more powerful than elixir. There are so... so..." Chen Feng paused for a while, not knowing how to evaluate these soybeans.

And the shop owner was also very patient, waiting for Chen Feng's compliment with full expectation.

Finally, when he really couldn't think of words, Chen Feng suddenly saw a spatula selling for 250 yuan next to it, which was covered with golden yellow paint.

Finally seeing something with a slightly normal price, Chen Feng coughed in embarrassment, and then said: "There should be nothing special about this spatula."

"Of course not." The owner squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "This shovel is also amazing."

As he spoke, he took the spatula off the counter, and it was obvious from the owner's hand that the spatula was still dripping yellow paint.

"This was handed down by a certain immortal in ancient times. It's just that this treasure has been handed down to the present, and it has some defects, so I reluctantly sold it cheaply." The shopkeeper pretended to be very sorry.

"So that's how it is... But this time, you're quite modest." Chen Feng responded.

The shopkeeper smiled at Chen Feng: "You get what you pay for! I can't cheat you with a defective product. This is how I do business. It's true! It's true!"

"This golden shovel has some flaws. Boss, you should look at other treasures. I have a lot of good things here!"

Chen Feng echoed with a wry smile: "That's right, it's true!"

"However, I'm very interested in this ancient fairy. I wonder which fairy you are talking about?" Chen Feng looked at the yellow-painted spatula, feeling familiar.

He took the spatula from the shopkeeper, feeling that it was quite comfortable to hold, and he didn't know what material the spatula was made of, but it was so good to touch.However, he is a wealthy young master of the Chen family, and he can't even cook, so how could he be familiar with spatulas?

"Why, you don't even know him?" The shopkeeper seemed very surprised: "If you say that among the immortals in ancient times, he may not be the one with the highest magic power, but he must be the one with the most famous reputation!"

"He is the Golden Shovel Immortal, and the spatula in your hand is his magic weapon, the Golden Shovel."

"Golden Shovel Immortal?" Chen Feng was taken aback, it was the first time he had heard such a fresh and refined name.

The shopkeeper approached with a smile and asked, "The old man has another important invention in this world. Do you know what it is?"

Chen Feng shook his head with a blank expression on his face.

"Boss, try to guess."

"Golden pot?"

"wrong."

"Golden pot? Silver pot? Copper pot? Iron pot?" Chen Feng said everything he could think of.

The owner shook his head, looking very disappointed, and finally had to announce the correct answer: "It's cooking."

"The dish fried by that immortal is sweet and delicious, full of color and fragrance, and even the fairies in the sky are attracted to the earth. Even the popular and highly paid oriental chef will bow down to him when he sees him."

"It turned out to be famous for cooking, but that's pretty good." Chen Feng rubbed his nose and said.

The shopkeeper thought for a while, and said slowly: "If I remember correctly, this golden shovel should also have supernatural powers. Just take it and pat someone on the head, and you can get that person All memories."

"It can obtain other people's memories! It really is a good thing." Chen Feng praised solemnly, even though he knew very well that the guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in front of him was a fool.

"Don't be too happy. If it is so good, how could I sell it at such a low price. After the washing of time, this golden shovel is also a bit damaged. You can only take one picture a day, and there is no guarantee. What can be photographed." The owner reminded kindly.

Chen Feng nodded seriously and said, "I see, I bought this spatula."

Hearing the shopkeeper bragging for so long, Chen Feng felt a little embarrassed not to buy something. Right now, the only thing he can afford in the whole shop is this spatula.

Although he is the young master of the Chen family, and his usual pocket money is seven figures, but since the old man planned to let him marry him, his bank card has been frozen.

"Okay! Boss, wait a moment, I'll wrap it up for you." The owner carefully wrapped the spatula with old newspapers.

Chen Feng opened his wallet, and there were three bank cards in which he could not withdraw a penny, and no more, no less, exactly 250 yuan in cash. He shook his head bitterly and laughed at himself: "I'm really a [-] yuan."

Walking out of the serious antique shop, Chen Feng felt awkward walking down the street in a suit and holding a spatula.Fortunately, the spatula is relatively small and can barely fit into the pocket inside the suit.

It was already afternoon, and Chen Feng was about to walk back to the villa area along Xingfu Road.

I don't know what the parents are arguing about, but I vaguely feel that something big will happen in the next few days.He knew his grandfather Chen Sheng's temper very well. The old man was rather stubborn. He put the interests of the family first in everything he did and would never compromise.

And his mother, Zhang Ruoruo, is gentler and rarely loses her temper, but when it comes to matters of principle, she is steadfast.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly. To be honest, why did he want to marry someone he had never met before?

It's just that he, who is humble in the Chen family, has no right to disobey the old man.