Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 364 What Are You Auctioning?

Doorbell rang.

Before the "ding dong" sounded, Yu Zeming opened the door.

The familiar delivery robot, Yu Zeming, verified his identity, signed, received, and praised, all in one go.

When he finished, the robot took out a palm-sized box, handed it to Yu Zeming, turned and left.

Yu Zeming looked at the box in his hand, isn't it a bit small?

"Snapped!"

Yu Zeming was slapped on the back of the head, followed by Yu Lao's voice.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up! Time is running out!"

"Oh... yes!" Yu Zeming took a step, then stopped, and sent a message to Fu Yunhe, in which he took a photo of a small box.

"Xiao Heda, is this the engraving courier from you?"

The delivery person is not listed on the courier, so Yu Zeming needs to confirm it.

"Yes, I'm in trouble."

Fu Yunhe's reply reassured Yu Zeming that the delivery was correct.

However, what follows is full of doubts.

Yu Zeming was urged to get on the aircraft, held up the small box in his hand, and asked Yu Lao.

"Dad, are all the carvings so small?"

"What do you know! Sculpture looks at the artistic conception, not the size."

Although Yu Lao said so, he felt a little small in his heart.

The most important thing is that such a big thing is not too expensive, maybe it will be the first few auctioned.

As we all know, the finale is the highlight.

It's not that Yu Zeming doesn't know it, but it's so small, no matter how good the artistic conception is, it's not enough to display it, right?
"Dad, do you want to open it and have a look?"

"also."

Mr. Yu agreed to this decision, and he would check it out. If it was too bad, he would replace it with something from Yu's house.

At that time, the money from the auction will be given to Xiaohe for the live broadcast. Mr. Yu feels that he should do something after eating so much of Xiaohe's live broadcast.

Just when Zeming was about to open, the aircraft stopped violently, causing Yu Zeming to fall on his front.

But even if he got down on the ground, he still protected the box in his hand.

At this moment, Yu Zeming held the box tightly with both palms, and raised his arms high, but he gave up his own face.

Because now he is face-first, solid, and his nose feels a little crooked.

"Ouch! Be careful!"

Yu Lao stepped forward, first took the box from Yu Zeming's hand, and flicked it twice cherishingly.

"Fortunately it's not broken."

Even if you don't think it's valuable, other people's things should be protected.

"dad---"

"What are you doing! Such a big man, he can't get up by himself!"

Yu Lao pulled Yu Zeming's back collar in disgust, and pulled him up.

Yu Zeming stood up, rubbed his nose, and looked at the eldest brother who was driving the aircraft.

"Brother, I knew you were jealous that I was more handsome than you!"

Yu Zeling, who was driving the aircraft, didn't reply, but just moved the corner of his mouth slightly upwards.

"Dad, sit down."

Yu Lao understood in the blink of an eye, sat down and protected his things.

Yu Zeming wanted to complain a few more words, but in the next second he saw a sudden brake, and he staggered, but luckily he didn't fall this time.

"Dad! You don't care about Yu Zeling!"

"I'm getting old, so I don't want to get involved with the children's affairs."

Yu Zeming definitely gave his father an unfriendly look, but he still asked Yu Zeling, "Brother, please drive, I want to see the sculpture."

If it has been like this, what are you looking at?
Yu Zeling stopped teasing, but pointed to the front and said, "There are too many flying machines, we can't avoid it."

Yu Zeling looked at the situation next to him, and there were indeed too many.

Most of the interstellar traffic is in the air, and the traffic in the air is layered.

There are restrictions on the speed and aircraft on each floor.

Although the Wuying driven by Yujia can travel on the high-speed floor, but too many aircrafts are traveling at high speed together, and there are always unruly, speeding, and those who don't care about the ticket.

Yu Zeming also knew this situation, so he stopped looking at the sculptures in the end, and waited until he got there.

Anyway, I have to take it to verify and identify it.

Just like that, among the three members of the Yu family, none of them knew exactly what Xiaohe was auctioning, and they came to the auction with a box the size of a palm.

On the other side, Nian Shutong, after finishing the sculpture, chose to eat first.

Nian Shutong, who was eating, was somewhat satisfied, and said to Fu Yunhe next to him, "Stretch out your hand."

Fu Yunhe didn't react, but his obedient instinct directed him, palms up, and spread his hands in front of Nian Shutong.

Nian Shutong said two more words: take pulse.

"Oh……"

Fu Yunhe retracted one of his hands in embarrassment, but kept the other.

Nian Shutong's three fingers rested on Fu Yunhe's pulse with a slight coolness.

"It's my fault that I stopped the medicated bath once."

"For the medicated bath tonight, I'll flush your acupoints."

Nian Shutong retracted her fingers and continued to eat.

"What is a punch hole?"

Fu Yunhe withdrew his wrist and asked Nian Shutong.

"Chong acupoint is when you take a medicated bath, I will go in and give you a bath."

take a bath?

Fu Yunhe's Adam's apple slid up and down.

When he took the medicine bath, he was naked.

"Hahahaha! Look at your innocent appearance." Nian Shutong explained to Fu Yunhe: "Don't worry, today's potion is dark in color, you can't see anything."

"I went in, just on your back, to speed up the absorption for you."

Fu Yunhe didn't know what to say, but nodded with his earlobe a little red, and said thank you softly.

Nian Shutong nodded casually, looked at Drizzle in front of him and said, "I don't know, how much can my sculptures sell for?"

After hearing Nian Shutong's words, Fu Yunhe couldn't help but think of the moment when the sculpture was completed, he felt that words were powerless.

"It will be worth a lot."

Those four words made Nian Shutong smile.

"That's fine!"

The sculpture, which Nian Shutong missed, also followed the three fathers and sons of the Yu family to the auction site.

Mr. Yu held the small box himself. As soon as he got off the aircraft, the three father and son wanted to find a place to take a look, but they were always interrupted.

Either this one came to say hello, or that one came to talk.

The three of them all had their own social circles, and there was an endless stream of people who came to talk.

Until the beginning of the show, Mr. Yu finally interrupted everyone's enthusiasm, saying that he was going to give away the auction items.

"Huh? You haven't sent it yet?"

"It seems that Yu Lao is still so indifferent to fame and fortune."

"I heard that Chi's family found a wooden sculpture. It's very expressive. It's probably going to be the finale."

"Oh? So powerful?"

"I heard that the Patriarch of the Chi family loves her very much, but for the sake of charity, he reluctantly gave up his love."

"That should be really good."

"I don't know what you are taking, Mr. Yu?"

The person who asked the question was a subordinate family of the Chi family, and they naturally supported the Chi family. Because Mr. Yu supported Xiaohe's live broadcast, he was a little unfriendly.

Mr. Yu especially wanted to curse angrily: I want to know what the hell it is!

However, keep your image outside.

"Unspeakable, unspeakable."

(End of this chapter)