I became a god after resigning

Chapter 240 Si Nanpei

"Although this hot pot restaurant is not one of those well-known chain hot pot restaurants, it is the best hot pot restaurant I have eaten in the past few years. They are all reserved in advance, otherwise it would be difficult to get a seat..."

"Hey, in the afternoon, if you say you don't want to go to Wulong, I'll make an appointment in advance..."

Ma Zhiyong excitedly introduced to Song Ci, but found that the other party did not look at him, but looked at the empty space beside him.

At this time, they were in the box, only the two of them.

Seeing Song Ci like this, Ma Zhiyong immediately got stuck, and asked cautiously: "Is there anyone beside us?"

"Ah, yes..."

Song Ci replied casually, and then asked to the side: "Have you received someone?"

Xiaodie nodded. It turned out that she was taking Hu Lingling to Taoyuan Village.

"Then have something to eat with us." Song Ci said, taking off the amulet in his hand and handing it to her.

The little butterfly who was originally holding an umbrella and wearing a raincoat, the umbrella disappeared, and the raincoat changed accordingly, becoming a little girl with overalls, a denim jacket, and a ball head.

As their incense became more and more prosperous, their ability to use incense to transform became stronger and stronger. Then she reached out to take the talisman and skillfully put it on her wrist, and her figure naturally appeared.

Song Ci gave a brief introduction to the two.

"This is Tang Die. This one is Xiao Mayuan's father."

Ma Zhiyong: ...

What does it mean?Does this still count?

But does this little girl know her daughter?He looked at the little butterfly curiously.

And Little Butterfly also looked at Ma Zhiyong curiously.

"Where are the millet grains?" Song Ci asked.

"She went to find auntie..." Xiaodie whispered.

"Aunt?"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the aunt Little Butterfly was talking about should be Zhu Xiuyan, the headless female corpse.

But Song Ci didn't care too much, whoever told her to be fierce to Xiaodie, let her suffer a little bit, some "people" just can't recognize the situation clearly.

"What kind of pot bottom did you order just now? Are there non-spicy ones that children can eat?" Song Ci asked Ma Zhiyong who was sitting opposite.

Xiao Die is from Shencheng, she tends to be bland, and her taste is also sweet, and she is a child, so she definitely can't eat spicy food.

"Yes, yes..."

It is impossible to open a shop and do business without completely considering the tastes of children. Even such hot pot restaurants also have special dishes specially prepared for children.

Ma Zhiyong got up and went out of the private room, and asked the waiter to change the bottom of the pot, and at the same time added two non-spicy dishes.

Ma Zhiyong said that this hot pot restaurant is the best one he has eaten, and he is not exaggerating, at least for Song Ci, he feels the same way.

Over the years, he has eaten many hot pots, but this one tastes the best.

But Song Ci believed that half of the credit was due to the special dipping sauce provided by their family. Even Little Butterfly couldn't help but eat a lot. Of course, what she ate was clear soup.

The three of them had eaten hot pot, and it was only after eight o'clock when they came out of the store.

"Mr. Song, where are we going now?"

"Is there anywhere to go around here?"

It was still early, and he didn't want to go back to the hotel so early to sleep.

"Yes, there is a pedestrian street not far ahead, you can go shopping there." Ma Zhiyong said.

"Pedestrian Street? Then let's go for a stroll, just in time to digest food."

Song Ci pulled the little butterfly to the direction Ma Zhiyong pointed just now, and Ma Zhiyong hurriedly followed.

The pedestrian street mentioned by Ma Zhiyong is not small, crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, very bustling, and there are many small commodity stalls on the side of the road.

The little butterfly, who was pulled by Song Ci, stuck to Song Ci's legs. There were so many people, she was not used to it.

"Okay, it's okay." Song Ci put his arm around her shoulder and said.

Song Ci gave her a great sense of security, coupled with his comfort, Xiaodie slowly let go a lot, and gradually became attracted by the surrounding booths.

"This is one of the most prosperous pedestrian streets in our mountain city. In addition to these small stalls selling food and handicrafts, there are also many stalls selling antiques." Ma Zhiyong said.

"antique?"

Seeing that Song Ci was very interested in antiques, Ma Zhiyong immediately pointed to the front.

"Go forward, the front is full of antiques, but most of them are fake." Ma Zhiyong said.

Song Ci nodded and said: "I know that, besides, there are so many antiques."

"Yes, just have fun, as long as you like it, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, just buy it as a handicraft, so that you won't be cheated by the price of selling it as an antique..."

The two of them walked forward along the flow of people while talking, and then they saw a series of antique stalls, with no place to step down, and it was very lively.

The sounds of yelling, arguing, bargaining, chatting and chattering together form a spectacle under the brightly lit lights.

Little Butterfly clung to Song Ci's leg and looked around curiously. Because Song Ci was pulling him, she followed him mechanically. neck up.

Seeing Song Ci stop, Ma Zhiyong next to him also stopped and looked at him curiously.

"what happened?"

Seeing Song Ci staring straight ahead, he felt even more strange.

Did he see something that he couldn't see?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously leaned towards Song Ci.

"Nothing, let's go, look ahead."

Song Ci came back to his senses after hearing the words, and pulled the little butterfly to go straight forward.

No longer looking left and right to browse the antique stalls on both sides, as if heading straight ahead with a purpose.

Ma Zhiyong hurriedly followed, and after walking about 800 meters, Song Ci finally stopped at a booth.

This stall sells all antique jade articles, such as Pixiu, Tianlu, evil spirits, Yuruyi, pig-dragon hooks, dragons, phoenixes, safety buckles...

There are decorations, pendants, and handles, in short, there are a variety of things, everything that one expects to find.

Some are crystal clear, oily and warm, and some are rusty and dull in color.

That's really everything from Shang Zhou to last Monday.

However, Song Ci's eyes were on the stall of seed pendants.

These things are a bit like the amulets hanging on Song Ci's hands. They are very small, but they have a variety of shapes. Xiaodie squatted down curiously and looked at the booth, but she was very sensible and didn't take it directly.

On the contrary, the boss, seeing the business coming, greeted him warmly: "Boss, if you like anything, just try it out."

Hearing this, Song Ci took a look at him. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had dark skin, a face full of potholes, and a scar on his left cheek. He had short brows and a wide nose. He looked a bit fierce, but At this time, he was smiling and looked very kind.

Of course, none of this has much to do with Song Ci. He pointed directly at the Ziyu stall and asked, "How do you sell these?"

"Look at it first, if you like it, we'll talk about the price."

The boss is also very shrewd and did not give a clear price.

Ma Zhiyong stood beside him without speaking, just watching curiously.

Seeing that the boss didn't want to say anything, Song Ci didn't talk nonsense to him, just rummaged through the pile of seed jades, and took three of them.

A safety buckle, a jade gourd and a Sinanpei.

The so-called Si Nan Pei is a kind of I-shaped jade pendant, with a small spoon on the top and a small plate on the bottom.

The spoon symbolizes the ancient Sinan, so it is called Sinanpei.

Si Nanpei, Gangmao and Weng Zhong are called the Three Treasures of Han Dynasty to ward off evil spirits.

The ancient Sinan was shaped like a spoon, but also like a ladle or a Big Dipper, with a spoon on the top and a ground below it.No matter how the plate is placed and how the spoon is turned, the final orientation of the spoon is always pointing south.

Therefore, during the Han Dynasty, Si Nanpei was loved by the emperors. It was a bit confusing and led to the right way. Usually, the emperors liked to give it to their favorite courtiers.

And Si Nanpei is also called Sheng because of his double "victory" shape. In ancient times, there was a technique of victorious (ya) victory. I don't know if it is such a thing. Influenced by Yun Chuyao's love for ancient culture.

However, according to modern archaeological research, Si Nanpei's shape may have evolved from the Liangzhu jade cong.

And the three things Song Ci chose were actually aimed at this Si Nanpei, the Ping An buckle and the jade gourd, but they were all for the first time.

Song Ci put three things in his palm and stretched out his hand to ask.

"How much are these three things?"

Hey, this is a person who loves jade, but unfortunately, they are all fakes. He likes this kind of person the most.

The stall owner glanced at Song Ci's wrist and immediately knew it.

Of course, this is what Song Ci deliberately let the other party see.

So the stall owner gestured at Song Ci and said, "One thousand five hundred, five hundred for each item."

Good guy, you really dare to shout, Song Ci didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The stall owner was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, his eyes dodged and he said: "Why are you looking at me? What do you mean? If you don't want it, give it back to me."

As he spoke, he pretended to take back three things from Song Ci.

Song Ci stretched out his hand directly to make it easier for the other party to take it.

But the stall owner withdrew his hand and said with aggrieved face: "If you are not satisfied with the price, you can say a price. In business, there is an offer and a counter-offer, which is called a sale."

"One hundred and five." Song Ci heard the words and said very directly.

"One?" The stall owner asked tentatively.

"Of course it's three." Song Ci looked like what are you thinking.

Stall owner: ...

He almost laughed out of anger, and directly took the things back from Song Ci's hand.

"I won't sell it anymore. You don't want it sincerely at all. Don't make trouble for me."

Ma Zhiyong, who was watching from the side, almost choked on his own saliva. He cut it in half, but he cut it at the neck.

"You didn't sell it sincerely. You actually sold me five hundred of this gadget." Song Ci replied.

"I am Hetian jade..."

Song Ci didn't wait for the other party to finish playing, pulled the little butterfly, turned and left.

If you listen to him blowing, you are actually conveying a desire to the other party. In this case, the other party will naturally hold you and will not give up the price.

But Song Ci turned around and left without listening, which showed that he didn't really care about this thing. If the store really wanted to sell it, it would agree to his bid.

"Don't go, don't go, you sincerely want it, can you add more?" The boss hurriedly stopped Song Ci, showing a look of heartache.

"Then add ten yuan to each, and three hundred and eight. The numbers are auspicious and pleasant. If you succeed, forget it." Song Ci turned around and said.

"Okay, here you go, you take it, you take it, it's so cold, I can count it as an opening." The stall owner looked heartbroken.

When Song Ci heard the words, he didn't bother with the other party, and directly took out his mobile phone to pay.

"Don't look at these little things that are inconspicuous, but they are all authentic Hetian jade, you can miss them, let me tell you..."

When Song Ci paid the money, the boss was still chattering, as if he was making a last effort, hoping that Song Ci would add two more money.

"These jades are different from the ones you wear..."

"That's it, then I don't want it anymore, I'm only suitable for wearing cheap ones..." Song Ci gestured to put away the phone.

"Don't..." The street stall owner was about to stop Song Ci when he heard a reminder from his mobile phone to collect money.

Song Ci smiled and took the three things back from his hand.

"Thanks, Boss." Song Ci smiled and pulled Little Butterfly away again.

At this time, Ma Zhiyong hurried forward and asked curiously: "Mr. Song, did you pick up a big leak? Is this something good?"

"That's right." Song Ci said with a smile.

Then he handed the safety buckle and jade gourd to Xiaodie and said, "I'll give it to you and the millet grains, one for each."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Little Butterfly said happily.

"Come on, let's buy a rope and tie it up."

Song Ci saw that there was a red rope at the booth next to him, so he dragged Little Butterfly over.

When the stall owner was helping to fasten the jade, Song Ci called out the interface of the jar.

Will power: 479
Refining gas: 1.22+
Wish: Free access to Taoyuan Village of the Dead (500) - Insufficient wish points

Originally had 441 points of wish power, but Hu Lingling and her family gave 38 points. This is really a big gain, and Song Ci couldn't help but be overjoyed.

So Song Ci spent 1 point to activate Si Nanpei, and now, only 479 points of the 478 points of wish power were left.

Originally, he wanted to convert the jade gourd and safety buckle into things that could be touched and worn, but seeing that he was getting closer to the goal of 500 aspirations, he became less and less daring to waste them.

First help Little Butterfly and Millet to take care of it, and then make a wish to help them transform when they become "rich".

Si Nanpei was Song Ci's real target tonight. He didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise when he went shopping tonight. As soon as he approached this antique street, he had a feeling in his heart, so he dragged Little Butterfly straight to the target.

As Si Nanpei was activated, a line of information appeared in his mind, and he finally understood its function.

Si Nanpei: What is in the heart, what is in the mind, the mind is clear and the eyes are clear, and the road of life is not lost.

It can be said that Si Nanpei is the most miraculous prop among the few props that Song Ci has acquired so far, except for Inches of Time.

It is equivalent to the ancient version of navigation.

After wearing it, just as the description says, it can calm the mind and keep the brain calm and clear at all times, and it also has the function of guiding the direction.

For example, Song Ci wanted to go back to the hotel now, but he was not familiar with the road, but a direction immediately appeared in his mind, as long as he followed the direction, he could return to the hotel he booked.

Of course, if it’s just that, then it seems a bit tasteless. After all, mobile phone navigation, car navigation, etc. now have the same capabilities, and even more powerful functions than them.

But if you look carefully, you will find the magic and power of Si Nanpei. Its description is what you think in your heart, and what you think in your mind can point out the direction.

So it's not a hotel?Isn't it such a clear purpose?
Thinking about picking up some money on this pedestrian street, Song Ci bent down, picked up a five-yuan note from the ground, and bought a bunch of candied haws for Xiaodie. He still had several of them with this feeling.

Of course, such fuzzy goals and non-unique navigation have a certain range.

For example, Song Ci felt that since Si Nanpei was one of the three treasures of warding off evil in the Han Dynasty, the other two might also be products of the pot.

So Song Ci hoped to use Si Nanpei's navigation ability to help him find the remaining two items, but his mind was blank and he didn't have a clear direction.

This illustrates two problems.

[-]. The other two items are not products under the jar.

[-]. These two items are beyond Si Nanpei's navigation range.

Regarding the above two conditions, Song Ci tried again. He tried to find products from other jars, but Si Nanpei didn't give him a clear direction.

So Song Ci opened the phone map again, thinking about looking for a trash can within a certain range. Through the distance on the phone map, he finally figured out that this vague concept, the target is not unique, and the range is about ten miles. Beyond this range, you will lose your direction.

And if the goal is unique, then the distance can be exaggerated. For example, he thinks about Nuan Nuan, even though there is a distance of more than 1000 kilometers, Song Ci still has a feeling in his heart. If he walks in that direction, he can see her.

This thing is used to find people or unique items, it is simply an artifact.

"Mr. Song, where are we going now?" Seeing Song Ci staring at the phone, Ma Zhiyong asked tentatively.

"Go back to the hotel." Song Ci put away the phone and said.

Looking down, Xiaodie hadn't finished eating the candied haws in her hand, but she was not in a hurry, anyway, she could go back whenever she wanted to.

So Xiaodie and Song Ci went back to the hotel together, and Ma Zhiyong also said goodbye to Song Ci and went home.

But before leaving, Ma Zhiyong and Song Ci agreed on the departure time tomorrow.

According to their conditions, choosing to fly to Jiangzhou City is the fastest and most convenient way.

But since Song Ci bought a train ticket, they didn't say to help Song Ci change to a plane, but chose to take the train with him.

When Ma Zhiyong came home, his mother Wu Xiurong and his mother-in-law Jiang Wenyue were packing their bags, and Su Wanting sat in a wheelchair and watched from the side.

"You have to bring so many things?" Ma Zhiyong was a little surprised.

"Not much, a lot of things, you have to buy them again in Jiangzhou." Mother Wu Xiurong took over the words.

They also learned about Xiao Mayuan's special situation through Su Wanting's mouth today. They knew that the two of them were going to stay in Jiangzhou for a while, so they must bring some necessary daily necessities.

Other than that, there are presents to buy for the kids today.

"Tomorrow, I will let your elder brother and second brother be with you, and your parents and I will wait for you in Jiangzhou by plane." Mother-in-law Jiang Wenyue said.

"Are you all going?" Ma Zhiyong asked in surprise.

"Your sister-in-law and the others won't go, they have to take care of the children," Jiang Wenyue said.

Ma Zhiyong: ...

Does this make a difference?
"Is it necessary to go?"

"Why is it unnecessary? Why are you talking, kid? Can we not go to such a big event?" Before Jiang Wenyue could speak, Wu Xiurong reprimanded him from the side.

Ma Zhiyong thought to himself how old I was and still a child, but he didn't dare to refute Wu Xiurong's words.

After all, no matter how old he is, he is still a child in front of Wu Xiurong, so this is not wrong.

"What about my dad?" Ma Zhiyong hurriedly changed the subject.

"They're going back first, and they'll come back tomorrow morning." Su Wanting replied.

Then he asked curiously: "You spent a day with Mr. Song today, how was it? Where did you go?"

Ma Zhiyong knew what she wanted to ask, but Wu Xiurong and Jiang Wenyue were still nearby, so it was hard to elaborate, so he said, "It's okay, I'll talk to you tonight."

Su Wanting nodded and did not continue to ask.

However, Su Wanting's words reminded Ma Zhiyong that Mr. Song's daughter called today, and he also saw his daughter Xiao Mayuan again.

But when Xiao Mayuan saw him, she looked very unfamiliar, and she didn't show much happiness. She just called Ma Pangpang, and turned around to play with the children.

This made him both disappointed and guilty.

If the daughter had been living by their side, she would definitely be calling him daddy now, just like Mr. Song's daughter.

The next day Song Ci packed up his things in the room, and when he came to the hotel lobby, Ma Zhiyong and Su Wanting were already waiting in the lobby.

Besides the two of them, there were two other men, one was Su Wanting's eldest brother Su Zhongheng, and the other was Su Wanting's second brother Su Boyan.

The eldest brother Su Zhongheng is forty-two this year, tall and fat, with a big belly, and looks very kind, with a smile on his face.

The second brother Su Boyan is four years younger than his eldest brother Su Zhongheng. He is 38 this year, but he is well maintained and looks younger. He is dressed in a suit and has an elegant temperament, giving people the feeling of a domineering president.

Both of them were very polite to Song Ci, and they didn't know whether it was because they were grateful to Song Ci for helping them find their child, or because Su Wanting said something to them.

However, whether they are polite or not has no effect on Song Ci.

After getting into the car they arranged, the group went straight to the high-speed rail station.

In fact, while Song Ci was observing the two, the two had been observing Song Ci.

Before going out, Su Wanting specifically explained to them that Mr. Song's background is not simple and his background is deep, so she asked them to be more polite and polite.

Both of them have been in business for many years, and they understand everything. Even if Song Ci has an ordinary source, they will respect it due, but they are very curious about why their sister Su Wanting specifically explained it, and their expressions are extremely serious.

When they saw the person in person and took a closer look, they thought it was just that, nothing more than younger and handsomer, nothing special.

But in the subsequent conversations and getting along with each other, they finally discovered the special features of Song Ci after reading countless people.

This is the most special person they have ever seen, and they don't know how to describe it.

During the conversation, the other party seems to be able to read people's hearts, always follow their words at the right time, unconsciously transfer the initiative, and make them unaware. will suddenly notice.

In addition, they also noticed that this Mr. Song seemed to have a slight sense of alienation that had been in a high position for a long time and ignored life.

Of course, this may just be their illusion.

Gradually, because of Su Wanting's advice, their respect for Song Ci gradually turned into awe, without even realizing it.

PS: The big chapter with more than 6000 words will be updated, and there will be another chapter in the afternoon, which will be updated with [-] words, and it will definitely be [-] words today.

(End of this chapter)