The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 350 How dare she?That's the official master!

"I'll go, how dare she? That's the official's master!"

"What is the official, let me tell you the truth, Young Master Wang is not from our Lingyan County at all, and his real identity is much bigger than that of the county magistrate."

"How do you know it?"

"The cousin of my brother-in-law's daughter-in-law is related to the old Cao's family in Longquan Village. When visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year, I heard from the old man Cao that his grandson is a member of the Yangko team. Two years ago, he went with Master Wang Pass through Kyoto City."

"Young Master Wang, what is your identity?"

"I don't know exactly what he did. His eldest grandson is very tight-lipped. He only said that he is a noble person, and ordinary people can't afford to offend him. He won't say anything else when asked."

"The Ye family has climbed up to be a nobleman, it's amazing, it's about to go to heaven."

"Climbing high and falling hard, the city of Kyoto is in chaos, no one knows what will happen in the future, maybe they will be implicated that day."

There are many people who eat melons, and the topic gets further and further away.

Ye Xiuyan couldn't hear it well, she flicked her fingers slightly, shot out a sword aura, hit the man's dumb acupoint, and forcibly silenced her.

"Mmmm."

The man's eyes widened in horror, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound.

The atmosphere changed suddenly, and the surroundings quickly quieted down.

The atmosphere of panic gradually spread, centered around it, the melon-eaters who didn't know the truth all shut their mouths in horror.

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"Open the clam!"

The mussels on the booth were all robbed, and the old village head was so excited that he beat the gong loudly.

Qian Yi stood on the booth and shouted at the top of his voice: "If you want to open clams on the spot, please wait a moment. Afterwards, someone will pry open clams for you. If you don't open clams, you can play freely in the canyon after payment, but you must Follow the regulations and do not trespass on the pearl breeding base, otherwise you will bear the consequences.”

"I want to open clams."

"I also want."

"Hurry up and start, the young master can't wait."

The tourists who snatched the mussels all came here to gamble on the mussels and seek excitement, so how could they be willing to leave silently.

Before Qian Yi finished speaking, the scene was once again ebullient.

"Children, it's your turn to play."

The old village chief waved his hand proudly, and the members of the Yangko team who heard the order responded in unison, and ran up to the booth with the tools prepared in advance.

After twenty teenagers and girls came to the stage, they sat in two rows in an orderly manner. There were two wooden barrels in front of each of them, one was used to hold the scraped mussel meat, and the other was used to hold the clam shells.

Mussel meat is delicious, fried and steamed, and can be made into delicious dishes.

Clam shells contain abundant spiritual power, and the ground ingredients can be used as medicine, and after polishing, they can also be made into exquisite trinkets.

Therefore, the whole body of mussels is full of treasures.

The shopkeepers who came to discuss cooperation knew it well, and their eyes were shrewd and calculating, staring at the booth and shining.

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"Boom, boom, boom."

Three bronze gongs sounded, and Qian Yi once again gave orders with vigor: "Those who intend to go on stage line up, twenty people at a time."

"I'll come first, I'll come first."

There was another commotion under the booth, and those who wanted to win the first prize swarmed forward.

"Line up, line up, don't crowd."

Qian Yi snatched the gong from the hand of the old village head and beat it loudly.

Qian Er, Qian San and Qian Si also appeared from the shadows to help maintain order.

Qian Si was tall and strong, with a more aggressive appearance, with his arms crossed around his chest, and a black face standing on the stage, giving people a sense of horror and oppression invisibly.

There was a black-faced evil god sitting in the town, and the place was crowded into a pot of porridge, and it finally calmed down.

(End of this chapter)