Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Song Pan'er started from the street entrance and carefully looked at every stall. There were more than a hundred stalls, large and small. After searching for half an afternoon, she still couldn't find the old man.

The main reason is that most of the people setting up stalls are old men, and there are quite a few selling Ruyi jade at the stalls.

In each house, Song Pan'er had to go up and take a closer look, and also asked if there were any other jade Ruyi that were not displayed.

Finally, Huang Baohua’s stall was in front of him.

He is an old man again, but luckily, there is only one Yu Ruyi in this stall, Song Paner complained secretly.

Eh! Wait, it looks like what she saw on TV!

It is about half a meter long, white and green, with auspicious clouds carved on the handle.

Song Paner squatted in front of the stall, picked up a Guanyin statue, and asked, "Boss, how much does it cost?"

Huang Baohua glanced at it and said, "Kid, I'm watching you play from stall to stall from afar. You stay away from my stall. You can't even afford to pay for it if it gets damaged."

"Humph, I didn't see that you and I have a close relationship. Your stall is pretty good, and they all look good." Song Pan'er flattered him in a subtle way.

"That's for sure. These are my treasures, but you can't afford them with the candy money you have!"

"You tell me the number, or I'll save more." Song Pan'er said fiercely.

"One hundred and two yuan, can you afford it?"

Seeing that there were no more passers-by at this moment, Song Baohua also started to think about amusing himself, so he could use this child to pass the time.

"What about this?" He pointed to a Maitreya Buddha statue and asked.

"eighty."

"What about that one?"

"Fifty."

"What about this thing? It's so old and weird."

"That one costs you twenty, can you afford it? This is a good thing. Sun Dianying took it from Cixi's tomb. It was held in the palm of Lafayette's hand at that time. It is worth his money, and there is also the night pearl. ..." Huang Baohua suffered from an occupational disease and began to make nonsense.

"Old Huang, this kid doesn't like the Yu Ruyi from my stall. What's wrong? Does he like the one from your side?" The stall owner next to him interjected at this time.

Huang Baohua was stunned and glanced at Song Pan'er again.

"You kid, what are you doing? Are you here to play with my thousand-year-old fox?"

Song Pan'er was frightened, good fellow, you are careless, these are all in the same group!

No, we have to change our strategy.

"Hehe, I just think this curved ribbed thing is good-looking, big and conspicuous. I want to buy it for my grandma's birthday. After walking around, this one in your house is the longest, greenest and most beautiful. "

"You little devil, you can also play around and hunt geese all the year round. I almost got you pecked in the eye. Forget it, I'll take the two hundred for you!" Huang Baohua suddenly changed his tone. If an adult came to buy this, he would The price is two thousand.

"Hey, you old men, the price you just mentioned is 20, and the price has increased again. Forget it, I won't buy it. There must be something bigger and more beautiful than yours."

As he said that, he glared at the talkative stall owner next to him, turned around and left.

"Hey, little girl, don't leave yet! Let's discuss it, one hundred and six, I'll take it for you."

The stall owner next to him didn't dare to say anything. In fact, he felt that this little girl was just showing off. A child will run away when he is angry, but this little kid is still walking forward slowly.

"It's only twenty. If you don't sell it, I'll sell it! You don't keep your word. Tomorrow my grandma will celebrate her birthday, and the birthday girl will definitely come as a guest. Then I will tell the birthday girl to take you in." Song Pan'er said angrily .

Years of experience in bargaining with the ladies in the wholesale market told her that her attitude must be firm now.

"Hey ~ You child, ah, talk, talk randomly, give you to you, get away in twenties, do you want my old man's life, I can live for the old man."

"Hmph, give you money!"

Song Pan'er stopped and pretended to be childish, took out twenty yuan and handed it to the old man.

"This little brat really can't speak. Tomorrow you have to tell the birthday boy to take good care of me, Huang Baohua. Do you hear me?"

Huang Baohua wrapped Yu Ruyi in newspaper and handed it to Song Pan'er. He was still feeling unhappy. At such an old age, life span was the most important thing to him.

"Okay, let me tell the birthday girl that you are a good person, a very good person."

Song Pan'er hugged Yu Ruyi and left, leaving behind Huang Baohua and the old brother next to him, who were full of bad taste.