President, you have a peach blossom robbery

Chapter 280 Buying Flowers
Ren Xifeng was obviously used to it, he greeted the two of them and walked towards the market, Zhong Xiaoyan couldn't help but glanced back, there was no mirage from the inside, in fact there was only a tree at the entrance, This place is a complete wasteland.

It was the first time Qin Zexiu saw such a miraculous scene, and he was very surprised. However, he was used to seeing strong winds and waves in the mall. Although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't show anything on his face. He looked around while walking. With that, suddenly the real and the false became a little unclear.

The ghost market is very quiet, the vendors don't yell, and the buyers don't ask the price loudly, basically they are just resigned.

Zhong Xiaoyan glanced at the things on the stalls curiously. At first glance, they were no different from those stalls on Antique Street. Some stalls put a bunch of small objects, copper coins, jade pendants, etc. scattered there casually.

Some stalls only display one or two things, or large ornaments, or jade vases and the like.

However, things in the ghost market are really messy, besides Zhong Xiaoyan who sells antiques, I also saw some people who sell magic tools, basically there are two gossip compasses and the like, which looks a bit bluffing.

What surprised Zhong Xiaoyan the most was that there was a stall selling hot tea, and the business was quite good.

"Over there, the old man should be there."

When Zhong Xiaoyan looked around, Ren Xifeng tugged her lightly, and at the same time pointed in a direction.

Zhong Xiaoyan followed the trend and looked over, the lights in the direction Ren Xifeng pointed to seemed a bit sparse, and there were far fewer stalls than where they were at the moment.

Walking all the way, Zhong Xiaoyan found that the stalls here were not for shopping, and several of them had a small flag with words like "look at the face" and "fortune-telling" written on them.

The stalls on the emotional side are all about providing services.

Soon Ren Xifeng stopped in front of a stall. This stall was quite weird, and there were several potted plants.

"The homonym of buying flowers means buying words, which means buying news."

Ren Xifeng explained to Zhong Xiaoyan in a low voice, Zhong Xiaoyan nodded, and looked at the old man in the booth.

The old man was wearing a rather quaint coat, and was waving a round fan in his hand. There was a teapot on a small table beside him, which was steaming at the moment.

"Boss, buy flowers."

Ren Xifeng yelled, and the dozing old man squinted his eyes and raised his eyes slightly. Seeing the three standing in front of his stall, he didn't care too much, waved his hand and said, "You can pick whatever you want."

Ren Xifeng nodded when he heard this, and casually took a pot from the potted plants in front of him, and asked Zhong Xiaoyan to hand over the drawn pattern at the same time.

"The flowers are selected, and you always show me what the pattern means."

The old man stretched out his hand to take the picture without saying a word. He glanced at them and stretched out his hand to the three of them. He opened his palm with five fingers and flipped it over, then took it back.

Ren Xifeng understood, five fingers is 10 yuan, and it is naturally [-] yuan after turning it back and forth. Ren Xifeng asked Ren Xifeng to take [-] yuan and hand it over. Immediately, the old man took out a pen and paper from nowhere and began to write.

After finishing writing, the old man sealed the envelope together with the patterned paper and handed it over.

After handing over the envelope, the old man waved his hand to signal them to leave.

Zhong Xiaoyan frowned, looked at the envelope in his hand and looked at the old man suspiciously, but Ren Xifeng directly pulled them away.

After walking for a short distance, Zhong Xiaoyan couldn't help but speak.

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