Medical Immortal Little Farmer

Chapter 29 Going to Urban Development

"Brother Yuan." Chang Meng called softly, "Have you ever thought about leaving the countryside and developing in the city?"

"Going to the city?" Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, "I never thought about it, I think it would be nice to spend my whole life in the countryside like this."

Zhang Yuan looked straight ahead, so he couldn't see the slightly disappointed expression behind Chang Meng at that moment.

"Are you going to spend your whole life in the countryside like this?" Chang Meng continued to ask softly, and the strength around Zhang Yuan's waist also increased, "Obviously the outside world is so big."

Zhang Yuan smiled and shook his head: "No matter how big the outside world is, it doesn't matter to me. My friends and family here are enough."

"What if I leave?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly stopped pedaling and turned around subconsciously. Chang Meng turned her head away with her face flushed, and said nothing.

Zhang Yuan could somewhat see Chang Meng's thoughts, so he could only sigh, but Chang Meng jumped out of the car without warning and ran towards the large rice field beside him.

Zhang Yuan was taken aback, and quickly wanted to catch up: "Chang Meng? Where are you going?"

Chang Meng blushed and turned around: "Relieve! Are you going to follow me?"

Only then did Zhang Yuan heave a sigh of relief. Seeing Chang Meng's clenched legs, he finally laughed out loud, "Then I'll wait for you here, and I'll give you a warning by the way..."

"Hmph." Chang Meng snorted angrily, turned around and walked into the straw bushes.

But when she squatted down, Chang Meng remembered Zhang Yuan's reaction again, and couldn't help biting her sleeve unwillingly.

"You idiot, why don't you understand my thoughts?"

Zhang Yuan looked at the fields in all directions, stretching as far as the eye could see. Compared with Chang Meng's thoughts, Zhang Yuan was thinking more about how to turn this village into a prosperous scene.

But while Zhang Yuan was still in a daze, Chang Meng had already rushed out of the rice field, and even just picked up his pants hastily, before Zhang Yuan could react, Chang Meng had already thrown himself into Zhang Yuan's arms.

"Chang Meng?" Zhang Yuan was taken aback, as if he could feel the scalding heat on Chang Meng's body through layers of clothes, not to mention the violently heaving hills.

Chang Meng also raised her head slowly, gasping for breath with her face flushed, and said in a panic, "Brother Yuan, in the rice field, in the rice field—"

Seeing Chang Meng's nervous and flustered expression, Zhang Yuan immediately became nervous:

"What? Did you touch a snake? How? Did you get bitten?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuan was about to squat down to check, but Chang Meng immediately shook his head: "It's not a snake! There are people in the rice fields, and there are people doing that."

"Do that?"

Zhang Yuan walked over suspiciously, and tiptoedly pushed aside the pile of straw, only then did he see clearly the culprit that made Chang Meng so flustered.

It turned out that a man and a woman were lingering in the corner of the rice field. Zhang Yuan saw the most intense place at a glance, and at the same time, he subconsciously turned around and bumped into Chang Meng.

Neither of them dared to make a sound, and Zhang Yuan even slipped and fell on Chang Meng. If he hadn't supported him with his hands, he might have kissed him directly.

"Brother Yuan." Chang Meng said softly, exhaling like blue, Zhang Yuan could only feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to control, so he could only get up cleverly, and immediately went to the ditch beside the rice field to wash his face.

Chang Meng's heart was also pounding like a deer, but even so, there was still some dissatisfaction on her face.

Just now, Zhang Yuan didn't come to kiss me even though I was clearly not prepared. Is it possible that I am so unattractive to Zhang Yuan?

"Okay, it's getting late, let's hurry into the city." Zhang Yuan said with lingering fear, while Chang Meng got into the car reluctantly, but the strength of sticking to Zhang Yuan's back was stronger.

The purpose of Zhang Yuan's trip to the city was naturally to sell the pen container, but from the current point of view, Zhang Yuan obviously came at a good time.

Today happened to be the day to go to the city to go to the market, so before entering the city, Zhang Yuan and Chang Meng were already blocked behind a lot of folks.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuan's final destination was the largest antique market in the city. After passing through countless small alleys, Zhang Yuan pushed the bicycle to the small square full of stalls.

It can be called overcrowded, which is somewhat beyond Zhang Yuan's expectations, but Chang Meng, who has always been curious, picked up the pen holder and looked at it curiously.

"That's why you came to the city?" Chang Meng looked at the inner texture of the pen holder, "How much can this be sold for?"

"I don't know how much I can sell, but I bought it for 4000 yuan." Zhang Yuan began to scan the facades of those antique shops, "If you want to sell it, it would be better if you can double it."

Chang Meng immediately covered her mouth in shock, "Four thousand? Just this thing that looks like my Mi Sheng, is it worth so much money?"

Zhang Yuan doesn't know whether it's worth it or not, but Zhang Yuan has already taken a fancy to a storefront.

At the simple and even crude counter, a drowsy old man was sleeping soundly behind the counter, and he didn't wake up when he saw Zhang Yuan coming.

It wasn't until Zhang Yuan patted the pen holder directly on the counter that the old man sat up slowly: "Pen holder? What color is it?"

"You'll know it when you read it." Zhang Yuan slowly pushed the pen container over, while the old man raised his eyes and began to examine it slowly.

But the change of the old man's expression was also seen by Zhang Yuan. From the carelessness at the beginning to the full of horror later, the old man took off his glasses almost trembling in the end.

"Little brother." The old man swallowed, "Where did you get this pen holder? This compilation is not ordinary, it is written by a famous master!"

Zhang Yuan's heart moved, but on the surface he was still calm: "That's true. Let's see, how much price can this offer?"

The old man frowned: "Old man, I am not a place to collect antiques here. At most, I can help with appraisal. In my opinion, it is at least worth one by one."

Just as the old man was about to stretch out his finger, a somewhat high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhang Yuan: "Old man Geng, you are deceiving people here again!"

The old man shrank suddenly, but Zhang Yuan looked back suspiciously, and he saw the boss of Lingyun Hall last night.

The visitor was standing proudly behind Zhang Yuan, and beside him were two big and three rough guys. As for the other people who set up stalls here, they all turned their heads away in awe, and the rest chose to watch the fun.

"Boss Chao?" The appraiser known as the old man Geng waved his hands nervously, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! This little brother came to me by himself!"

Only then did Boss Chao look at Zhang Yuan, and a smile appeared on his fierce face just now: "Isn't this the brother from last night? Shot?"

The mockery in Boss Chao's eyes was obvious, and Zhang Yuan held the pen holder in front of him, not to be outdone, "Bad product? I don't know what you're talking about."

Boss Chao's pupils suddenly dilated, followed by a burst of shock.

The big irreparable crack on the pen holder yesterday has completely disappeared without a trace.