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Chapter 1 Don't Want to Leave Without Money (Part 2)

The man looked at the smiling boy in front of him and shivered for no reason.
This young man looked so ordinary, but how could this laugh made people feel a little nervous!
He even said he would not give him money and threaten him, but he was still laughing, smiling so calmly. What kind of reliance does this young man have to make him so calm?
No, what are you thinking!
The man shook his head and looked at the boy in front of him with a proud face.
What can a countryman do to himself even if he doesn't give money? You know, he is a warrior! And he is a city man. He has a natural sense of superiority towards a country bumpkin like Lin Yiming.
"That's right! I'm just looking at how you bully you, what can you do in the countryside?"
Lin Yiming continued to smile: "If you don't give money, it's not that you don't give me alone. You don't give money to our village. My house was built by the uncles and uncles in the village and the tools I identified were bought by the villagers. Every household in the village has a share of this shop. If you don't give money, you will bully the whole village... Hehe, I'm afraid you can't afford this consequence!"
Lin Yiming smiled very well, but the man felt more and more disgusting, and at the same time he felt very uncomfortable.
This damn country bumpkin actually dares to threaten me?
The most disgusting thing is that he was really scared... Thinking of this, the man was so angry that he clenched his fists and shook in front of Lin Yiming: "What's wrong with your entire village? A group of leopards in the countryside, can you still stop me!"
"You can give it a try." Lin Yiming seemed to have not seen the threat from the man, and he still said slowly: "You are not the first person to identify the money that does not pay, and I don't think you will be the last one, but whether it is the people who don't give money in the past, you, or the people who don't give money in the future, as long as you don't give money, you don't want to leave our village."
It was a cruel word, but he said it from him, but he was not angry at all, as if he was telling something very ordinary.
"Damn the rusty bun, will you scare me?" The man suddenly raised his hand behind him, pulled out the big knife behind him, and made a crisp "clang" sound: "I am a warrior, I just don't give you money. Let's see who dares to stop you rusty buns!"
After saying that, he grabbed the big knife in his hand, turned around and walked out with a swagger.
"If you can go out today, I will follow your surname." Lin Yiming did not stop him, turned around and walked to the back of the table he had identified, raised his hand and grabbed a long rope, and pulled it hard.
"Clang...Clang..."
Suddenly, a dull bell rang.
"The bell rings, Brother Ming is in trouble."
"There are people coming to identify and don't pay anymore, so leave quickly."
"I want to bully the people in our village, everyone will leave."
The bells spread in the village. One by one, the villagers who were resting at home, working in the fields, or raising livestock, heard the bells, grabbed the tools of work beside them and ran towards Lin Yiming's appraisal shop.
Outside the appraisal shop, the man grabbed the big knife in his hand and had just walked out of the shop not long after, three old farmers holding hoes blocked his way.
"Haha, it's so funny. You three old men want to stop me?" The man grabbed the big knife and waved the void in front of him, making a whistle sound.
"I don't want me to cut off your head as a kick to Cuju, just get out of here!"
As soon as the words fell, the man's eyes suddenly shrank, and in his eyes, six old farmers appeared in his sight. The three old farmers were not holding hoes, but sickles.
The nine old farmers had sickles in their hands, so they were a little troublesome. Even if he was a warrior, he would be injured if he was not good.
The man calculated the strength comparison between the two sides and just wanted to consider how to use his momentum to scare away these country bumpkins. In his sight, farmers appeared one by one.
But in the blink of an eye he calculated, the path was densely surrounded by the farmers in the village. These farmers, holding hoes, sickles, iron forks, shovels and other tools for their work, surrounded him in the middle.
He even saw four or five villagers in the crowd holding bows and crossbows.
A crossbow is a weapon that can threaten his life!
What a big formation!
The man was scared and turned around and saw Lin Yiming slowly coming out of the appraisal room. He quickly threw the big knife in his hand and waved his hand at Lin Yiming repeatedly and said, "Tu... Brother, don't do it, don't do it, let's have something to say! I was just kidding you just now, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"
"Speak well? Just talk to you, why don't you listen? I regret it now, it's too late!"
As soon as Lin Yiming finished speaking, a huge net like a fishing net fell from the sky above the man's head, covering the man inside.
This was specially prepared for those warriors who did not pay after identification. The rope of the net was made of old tree bark on the mountain and vines for more than ten years, soaked in oil. It was extremely tough. Even ordinary warriors would not break it.
"Friends, don't give us money, beat him up!"
I don’t know who called out, but the villagers shouted and rushed up, surrounded the man in the middle and punched and kicked him.
"Don't beat it anymore, don't beat it anymore, I'll give it money, I'll give it money."
The man was trapped by the net and could not protect his head with his hands. He could only let the villagers punch and kick. These villagers worked all year round and had too much strength than the people in the city. Even if he was a warrior, he could not stand it.
After fumbled around his waist for a while, the man finally grabbed his purse and threw it out, then shouted loudly: "Stop calling, I'll give you all my money, please don't call."
When the man heard that the man gave money, the villagers stopped. At this time, the man finally struggled, lifted the net covering his body, stood up with a carp, turned around and ran out of the village.
At this time, his face had already been green and purple, and his face was as swollen as the old sow fed by Uncle Zhang's house in the village. His clothes were already rotten, and half of his butt was exposed.
The man didn't care about these things at all and ran to the outside of the village. But just now he ran a few steps, and a bunch fell off his body. The bunch contained the treasure he came to identify today.
But at this time, he no longer cared about those treasures and ran away in a hurry without looking back. These damn local buns were too cruel and went down three ways. Even his dignified warrior could not resist...
However, the villagers did not want to catch the man. Lin Yiming picked up the silver that the man had dropped, weighed it in his hand, and then opened it.
"I didn't expect that this guy is quite rich. There are 200 taels of silver in total. We've made a profit this time."
Lin Yiming was holding the purse and just wanted to divide the 100 taels of silver, but Xiaohu'er came over with the package that the man had dropped: "Brother Ming, who fell this thing? Take it quickly."
"Okay, then I'll take it first. After a few days, when I go to the city, I will sell it for money, and we will all share the money." Lin Yiming took the package.
"What money is it!"
"That's it, Brother Ming, just keep this thing."
"Brother Ming, you have opened this appraisal shop. We usually make a lot of money and don't have to do anything. The whole village can share half of the money. How can we ask for this thing to share again?"
As soon as Lin Yiming's words fell, the villagers started talking.
"Brother Ming is really capable. He just made two hundred taels of silver after appraisal. We can share one hundred taels of silver. This can buy fifty cows."
"Yes, I heard that even in a big city, a family of five can be filled with a hundred taels of silver, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for three to five years."
"It's still Brother Ming's ability. I heard that even the appraisers in the city can't identify that thing, Brother Ming can identify it."
Chapter completed!
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