But the fishing boats are armed, including torpedoes, automatic weapons, etc., and looking at the models, you can see that some are active military weapons and some are second-hand goods.
It is not difficult to understand if you think about the troops stationed in South Korea.
Zhou Jimin had nothing to do with major international events, but he just accepted this fishing boat.
"In the future, if we improve the power unit and increase the speed, we can go to other places to play trawl games."
Now, let’s go back.
However, he still took the fishing boat back into space because the speed was too slow.
Driving a small sampan, turning the horsepower to the maximum, the speed at which it is galloping is not even a little faster than a fishing boat or something.
It took more than an hour to get back to the shore.
He didn't expect that he had traveled so far. Fortunately, he had a strong sense of direction, otherwise, he might have taken more detours.
Sea navigation and land navigation are completely different things.
If the Beidou navigation system is available in the future, sailing at sea will become easier.
After returning to land, he didn't wait much longer. He changed into his car and drove quickly towards the capital.
As we approached the outskirts of the capital city, the sky behind us began to turn pale.
By the time he put on his bicycle and returned home, it was already completely bright.
In order to prevent the fishy smell on his body from being smelled by the children, he had already carried out several major cleanings in the space before entering the city.
Even the nails have been specially trimmed to avoid any mistakes in details.
Therefore, after he arrived home, the children did not find anything.
While eating breakfast, Ding Qiunan asked him why he was not at home at night? Was he on a mission?
"Well, some things can only be done at night, not during the day."
"Didn't you say you were taking a year off? Why do you still have to perform tasks?"
"I still have several laboratories, how can I really rest? I just have more free time to adjust than before, but it doesn't mean that I can really put down those projects." p>
If he really ignores those projects completely, I guess Lao Lin will come to visit immediately.
He is a key figure in several projects, how can he just leave?
"By the way, it's almost the end of March now. Shouldn't you stop going to work?"
Ding Qiunan rolled his eyes and said, "I don't want to stay at home. I'm bored to death. I'd better go to work."
"Mom, we will make you happy. How about you stay and teach us lessons with dad?"
Hearing this, the little boy interrupted and said something.
Then Zhou Qingxian and others echoed, but Ding Qiunan shook his head and refused.
She didn’t want to stay at home because she was afraid of being annoyed by these children.
How is it possible to give them lessons?
Although she did not agree, the children were not disappointed either.
Anyway, with their father teaching them and so many friends, they won’t be bored at all.
After breakfast, Ding Qiunan picked up her bag, got in the car, and asked Zhou Jimin to help take her to the hospital.
There are two cars at home, one of which is driven by Lu Jingyuan. It is a bus.
During the recent period, Zhou Jimin rarely had any official business to attend to, so he basically didn’t drive this car.
Therefore, this car can only be left at the door now.
Usually, when Ding Qiunan is given away, Zhou Jimin drives another car, the one given by Northeast Automobile Company.
At the entrance of Union Hospital, Ding Qiunan and Zhang Wantong got off the car, waved goodbye to Zhou Jimin and then turned to go to work.
Before arriving at the department, I met other colleagues on the way, and some couldn't help but tease Ding Qiunan.
"Qiu Nan, you said you have such a big belly, why haven't you been at home to give birth? Is it that your man doesn't want you to stay at home?"
"What are you talking about? You didn't see it just now. Qiunan has a special car to pick her up, and her man is driving."
"In the entire Union Hospital, and even in the entire capital, whose man is better and more handsome than Qiunan? They are such a loving couple, so don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
"Oh, please stop talking about me. The director is here. Let's all get busy."
Ding Qiunan felt sweet in her heart and said with a smile.
Everyone immediately dispersed in fear, and then they remembered that they hadn’t reached the department yet.
So, I came back playfully.
At the door, Zhou Jimin stopped for a while, and then drove home.
For lunch, a meal of large yellow croaker is indispensable.
"Xiaobai, this fish doesn't have any bones. Dad has already picked it out, so don't be afraid."
When it comes to eating fish, the one I’m most afraid of is Zhou Xiaobai.
It is said that once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years. Since the last time a fish bone got stuck in his throat, Zhou Xiaobai has been very cautious every time he eats fish.
As a result, she eats very slowly.
I'm just afraid that if I get stuck again, that would be quite uncomfortable.
Zhou Jimin watched her chew the piece of fish slowly and carefully for at least three minutes, which made him feel hard.
"Okay, Dad."
The little guy spoke with his mouth full, and then swallowed it.
"If you are afraid of fish bones, then you can eat fish balls. We can chew them slowly, but not too slowly, okay?"
"Okay."
Children eat slowly, which can sometimes make adults collapse.
Moreover, Zhou Jimin couldn't urge her loudly because Zhou Xiaobai was very sensitive and was particularly afraid of his reaction.
Whenever Zhou Qingxian and the others made Zhou Jimin angry, Zhou Xiaobai would be the first to turn pale, terrified.
She seems to be afraid that Zhou Jimin will kick her out of the house.
Therefore, she would not make Zhou Jimin angry at all. She was very obedient and took the initiative to complete her homework quickly.
In the next few days, there will be seafood on the dining table at home.
Moreover, Zhou Jimin also gave a lot of seafood to Lao Yang, Duan Xuefu, Hua Lao and other elders, and also took his children there to visit.
Neighborhood relations and connections in this era are very close.
Just like Zhou Shuqing, she said she was married, but she went back to Nanjianzi Hutong to eat or come here to get food every night.
Lao Yang has been quite busy in recent years. When he switched to work in the ministry, he was no more relaxed than working in the steel rolling mill.
In fact, Lao Yang has already reached the retirement age, but his level has been raised and the retirement age has been extended.
That afternoon, Zhou Jimin and his children came to visit Lao Yang's house again.
Unexpectedly, Lao Yang was still at home and did not go out.
Mrs. Yang took her children to one side to look at the flowers and plants, while Zhou Jimin and Lao Yang sat and chatted.
"Where do you get those seafood? There are a lot of these seafoods for sale in Beijing recently. Do you know where they are shipped from?"
"I also went to the vegetable market to buy it. I was just a little earlier than others. I really don't know where it came from."
Regarding Lao Yang's question, Zhou Jimin did not answer directly at all.
In fact, Lao Yang just asked casually, and this matter was not his business. He just asked a few words.
"Your little life now is very leisurely, but we old guys are breaking our legs..."
"Why did you break your leg while running? You are getting stronger with age, and your style is still as good as before."
The old man and the young man chatted for a while, and then the security guard came to pick up Lao Yang.
Sure enough, Lao Yang just has no time to spare.
No wonder Mrs. Yang is so worried about his health.
This is why Zhou Jimin brings his children to visit Lao Yang's house whenever he has time. After all, Mrs. Yang is also bored.
Living in a cadre community is quite different from an ordinary courtyard house.
In addition, Lao Yang’s children are not around, so it’s strange that Mrs. Yang is bored at home alone.
In the next few days, Zhou Jimin took Mrs. Yang home and asked her to help take care of the children.
Mrs. Yang is also an intellectual, so it would be great to have her help teach her children.
Taking this opportunity, Zhou Jimin hid in the study and was busy with his own affairs.
In fact, he went to tinker with the fishing boat.
The power plant of the fishing boat is too inferior and needs to be improved.
Generally speaking, ships are basically powered by large diesel engines, which are transmitted through bearings to the rotation of the propeller at the stern of the ship to generate propulsion power.
Inland river ships use four-stroke diesel engines, and sea-going ships use two-stroke diesel engines. The power can reach several thousand to tens of thousands of horsepower, and can propel ships with a cargo load of several thousand tons to tens of thousands of tons to sail on inland rivers or at sea.
Most ocean-going ships are powered by residual fuel oil, because fuel oil is easier to store and transport than coal, and the price is also cheaper.
However, Zhou Jimin doesn't like this thing very much. He still prefers gas turbines.
Because the gas turbine burns liquefied natural gas, it is a bit more expensive, but the gas turbine does not require a boiler, is light in weight, small in size, and has high power. This is a common power source used as the main engine of large ships.
Although using a gas turbine to drive a 600-ton fishing boat is a waste of resources.
But Zhou Jimin likes it himself. Only in this way can the fishing boat have sufficient power.
However, even in space, he has a lot of time, but the modification of the fishing boat cannot be completed in a day or two.
The gas turbine material alone is not that easy to work with.
Ordinary iron, copper and other materials are okay, as well as some professional-grade single crystals, equiaxed crystal shrinkage holes, blades of various sizes, etc.
All of these require very professional equipment to produce.
Therefore, after going around a lot, Zhou Jimin discovered that he had to do it himself.
Moreover, compared to ordinary alloy materials, he can only make some special alloy materials himself.
As a result, various special and expensive metal materials must be purchased.
Then, he submitted the material plan through the network laboratory, and the next day, Lao Lin came to the door with several professors and experts.
"Boss, why are you here? I'm on vacation right now. If you have any tasks, I won't take them."
Old Lin, who was originally very happy, suddenly turned dark when he heard his words.
Several experts behind them were holding back their smiles and almost failed.
A few minutes later, in the study room.
The greetings have been completed, and Zhou Jimin also knows the purpose of Lao Lin's visit.
The experts and professors brought by the latter also have extraordinary status.
They are all experts from the University of Aeronautics and Astronautics, and they are also participants in several scientific research projects.
Beijing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics was established in 1952 and is a public university directly under the state department.
Therefore, Lao Lin directly brought this group of people here with a very simple purpose. They thought Zhou Jimin wanted to build an aviation gas turbine.
After all, the several metal materials mentioned in the purchase plan submitted by Zhou Jimin are all used in aviation.
Zhou Jimin, who only wanted to build a gas turbine for fishing boats, unexpectedly alerted the leaders and experts.
He didn't dare to say that he was used in the power plant of fishing boats, for fear of being scolded by Lao Lin and others.
"Boss, I just had a sudden whim. I just studied it for fun. If you do this, I will be under great pressure."
"Is it just that I suddenly got interested?" Lao Lin was suspicious. He didn't quite believe it. He always felt that the kid in front of him was hiding something from him.
Several other experts and professors ignored this and chatted with Zhou Jimin about material-related topics.
The domestic aviation industry has almost zero foundation, and there are not even many talents. The foundation of other aspects depends entirely on the support of Big Brother.
Although some time ago, with the assistance of Wandi Group and Kingsley, there were many more related factories in the mainland.
But these spare parts and so on are still too basic.
An aerospace engine is composed of 20,000 to 30,000 parts, and these parts are all high-precision gadgets, completely challenging the extreme performance of machine tools and cutting tools.
As well as hundreds of alloy materials, the research and development of these materials is enough to make people collapse.
Because of these conversations, Zhou Jimin unknowingly talked about some papers he had read during this period and then elaborated on them.
As they chatted, Lao Lin was ignored by them.
But instead of being unhappy, Lao Lin listened happily.
Although I didn’t understand it, seeing Zhou Jimin and the others discussing it seriously, I felt that there was much to be done.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the study door that Zhou Jimin came back to his senses.
"Professors, let's have lunch first and then discuss it after lunch. How about that?"
"Okay, I have benefited a lot from chatting with you, Director Zhou. I have new ideas about the research and development direction of single-wafer alloy materials..."
Everyone said with emotion, and then walked out of the study together.
After lunch, Lao Lin took the first step and did not stay here any longer.
Zhou Jimin and several professors were left to continue their discussion in the study room.
Regarding aero engines, he actually doesn't have many ideas. Research and development is okay, but the country's industrial base is so poor that even if he develops it, it will actually be of little use.
I can’t hold it up.
The main reason is that there is no money to be made, so we can’t rely on national financial support, right?
As for the research and development of military fighter jets, the country is also short of money. How can it have so much money for these research and development?
However, Zhou Jimin still contributed generously and produced several papers.
Well, I took away other people’s signatures and reprinted them all.
Otherwise, if these experts saw the signature of a foreigner, they would explode?
After all, those foreigners are not famous yet.
The papers he took out were basically papers published after the 1980s and 1990s.
The professors only took a few glances at these papers and immediately felt like they had discovered a treasure.
They were all very excited, as if these papers had illuminated their way forward.
"Thank you, Director Zhou. These papers you wrote have been of great help. I don't know how to express my feelings now. I am very excited. I feel that the dawn of our aerospace engines is coming...
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"What a stunning work, Director Zhou, you should come up with these papers earlier. If we had seen these papers earlier, we wouldn't have taken so many detours..."
"It's so exquisite. I think this brief description of aviation alloy materials should be included in university textbooks..."
Their excitement and incoherent words made Zhou Jimin almost blush.
But he couldn't explain anything yet. Alas, it was true, and he didn't want to pretend.
But, in order to cover up the lie, I can only acquiesce.
In the evening, Zhou Jimin sent several professors away.
Before getting in the car, they kept saying that they were very grateful and would communicate more in the future.
As soon as the professors left, Zhou Qingxian and the others came over, looked up at their father and said:
"Dad, why are these grandpas so excited? Did they encounter something happy?"
"Yes, they just encountered something very happy, that's why they are so excited."
"Oh, what kind of happy thing is that? I see they are all holding a book. Is it the homework you assigned to grandpa and the others, dad?"
Pfft!
Hearing Xiao Bu Dian's sudden words, Zhou Jimin, Mrs. Yang and Huang Xiaohua couldn't help laughing.
"Brother, you are so stupid. How can anyone be happy after seeing their homework?"
Zhou Qingyi couldn't help but complain, but Zhou Xiaobai weakly raised his hand, "I will be happy, I like to do the homework assigned by my father."
Haha!
Giving her sister an annoyed look, Zhou Qingyi said that you don't count.
While the little kids were laughing and joking, Zhou Jimin also drove Mrs. Yang back to her home.
"Goodbye, grandma."
"Okay, okay, you have to be good and remember to do your homework."
Mrs. Yang's face was full of smiles, but she turned around and returned home. Looking at the deserted home, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
When people get old, they are afraid of being alone.
Fortunately, she didn't sigh for long before Lao Yang came back.
After leaving the community, Zhou Jimin stopped by Union Hospital to take Ding Qiunan and Zhang Wantong home.
Although there are only four seats in the car, in fact, there is no such thing as overloading or not overloading these days. You can only fit as much as you can.
There is a child sitting on each of the two adults, and there is a seat next to it, which can accommodate three people, which is just right.
"Jimin, do you still want to eat seafood today?"
In the car, Ding Qiunan, who was holding Zhou Bingliang, asked casually. Zhou Jimin did not look back and said:
"Aren't you tired of eating yet? You should stop eating seafood at night and eat some other dishes to relieve your tiredness."
Zhang Wantong said with a smile beside him, "Your food must be the best in the whole capital, right? It's different every day. This menu is probably what the master chefs in the capital restaurants would give a thumbs up after seeing it."<
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"That's an exaggeration, Sister Wantong, it's just seafood. Seafood is everywhere in the capital recently. I'm just here to catch up."
"It seems that the seafood has been sold out, and no one from the supply and marketing cooperative has sold it for several days."
"Really? I'll ask tomorrow."
At dusk, Zhou Jimin rode his bicycle and hurriedly left Nanjianzi Hutong.
Outside the city, there is a very hidden alley, where it is almost impossible to see.
But when you turn a corner and go in, you can find that it is a bit more lively than Pigeon Market.
Zhou Jimin came in by himself, no one was taking him with him, but when he entered, he was still asked a few questions.
The ghost market existed earlier than the pigeon market, and existed before the founding of the People's Republic of China.
As for the origin, it’s hard to tell.
It is also said to be the Ming Dynasty, and some say it is the Yuan Dynasty.
But no matter which dynasty it is, it is still a very long time ago.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, every time the ghost market opened, it was not easy.
In the past, it could be prescribed once every ten and a half days. Now, let’s say less than a month. Occasionally, the inspections are strict, so it is normal to prescribe it only once every few months.
The investigation here is not just about the armband team, but the local government is strictly investigating the tomb robbing gangs.
The life of Captain Mojin is not that easy. Although they have been hiding in the mountains and forests for many years, they are actually either avoiding searches or looking for tombs.
Especially the latter. Although there are as many ancient tombs as yaks, trying to find the burial site is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
What's even worse is that after some tombs are found, they find that they have been visited first.
That's called a person who wants to cry but has no tears.
Therefore, being a gold captain is not a good profession.
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Being despised and reviled is not said, and the things dug out cannot be sold casually.
The risks are also very high.
As for the officially recognized Colonel Touching the Gold, well, they are archaeological experts. They only receive a salary, so naturally they are not as free as the Colonel Touching the Gold.
Entering the ghost market, Zhou Jimin was somewhat surprised.
This place doesn't look like a ghost market at all.
After all, there should be few talented people in the ghost market.
However, there are quite a lot of people here.
However, everyone consciously disguised themselves, wearing hats or scarves to cover their faces.
Lights generally shine on objects, not faces.
Under the dim light, it is not too bright, but when I squat down to chat with the stall owner and look at the goods, I will consciously bring the things closer to the light source to take a closer look.
"There are a lot of good things, but I'm not in a hurry to get rid of them."
After just looking at it for a while, Zhou Jimin was shocked by the antique ornaments in front of him.
As expected of a ghost market, there are still many fine products.
Of course, there are many fakes.
Because this ghost market is quite big. If you pass through a small box, you can't see the end at a glance. It should be quite a long street.
As for what kind of goods are sold, there are actually a lot of them, including tributes for the dead, not to mention other things?
Therefore, after just a quick glance, Zhou Jimin probably had an idea.
The ghost market is actually a more hidden, larger and more comprehensive pigeon market.
In fact, many people are frequent visitors to Pigeon Market.
It's just that this ghost market has more people selling dirty things, and it was originally a market passed down by people selling dirty things.
After walking forward for a while, Zhou Jimin squatted down in front of a guy wearing a bamboo hat.
A stall was set up in front of the other party, and hundreds of things were placed on the stall.
Porcelain, copper coins, oceans, pipes, etc. are all available.
The most eye-catching among them should be the two independent golden rooster ornaments placed by the opponent.
These two things look very good.
But Zhou Jimin took one look, but did not take a second look.
Because he felt that these two ornaments should be deceptive things. Anyway, there was no response from the space, so it was okay not to use them.
The reason why he squatted down was because he took a fancy to the unattractive round bowl on the stall.
It was so dark that nothing could be seen, but just such a thing made the space vibrate.
However, when he knelt down to look, he only looked carefully and did not speak.
This is not the first day he has been exposed to antiques, and he understands the general routine.
Both parties are afraid of being outed. The buyer is afraid that the price will be too high, and the seller is afraid that the price will be too cheap.
After a while, Zhou Jimin picked up a porcelain plate and looked at it, but then he didn't like it anymore.
Then he picked up the independent golden rooster ornament next to him, took a look at it, pointed to the other ornament on the other side, and said:
"Comrade, this is a couple, right?"
"Yes!"
The stall owner's answer was very brief, and I couldn't tell what his mood was.
I guess he is also digu at this moment. Which one does Zhou Jimin want to buy? How should I quote the price?
If it’s too expensive, it will scare Zhou Jimin away; if it’s too cheap, he will suffer.
The people who set up stalls are used to seeing the scene, and they are more or less good at guiding people and watching people order food.
The Zhou Jimin in front of me was wearing ordinary clothes, with nothing on his hands, and there were no obvious cutoff marks on his ring finger.
Either he is a connoisseur, or he really doesn’t like guys wearing gold and silver.
The quality of the clothes is pretty good and there aren’t too many patches, so the family background should be pretty good.
I asked about these two independent golden rooster ornaments. They should be bought for home decoration. The family will definitely not be in bad shape.
Just as the stall owner was thinking wildly, Zhou Jimin suddenly said, "I just want to buy an ornament, can I?"
"One piece? That won't work. You took one piece, how can I sell the remaining one?"
The stall owner didn't think twice and just said no.
"But I only want one. I don't want another. Besides, I can't afford it."
"Hey, comrade, you are really interesting. If you can't afford it, you can watch other ones."
"That won't work. This one is pretty good. I don't want to change it to anything else."
"If you want it, you have to buy two pieces together."
The two of them argued about this matter for a while, but they didn't stop.
Until later, the stall owner had nothing to do with Zhou Jimin, "You didn't even ask the price, how do you know you can't afford it?"
Who knew that the latter's eyes immediately brightened up, "Is it very cheap? Do you want a dime?"
Poof!
Upon hearing this, the stall owner almost stopped breathing and left.
It’s really, really bullying.
A dime?
I won’t even touch you!
Anyway, the stall owner had a very dark face and said in a very impatient tone:
"Then, comrade, you'd better not buy it. Go look elsewhere."
With this price, the stall owner didn't want to waste any time with Zhou Jimin. Otherwise, if he continued to argue, it would be him, not Zhou Jimin, who would suffer.
The price is only a dime, is there such a bargain?
Too cruel!
"Excuse me, I quite like this ornament of yours, but if I want to buy two pieces at once, I really can't afford it. How about you tell me how much it costs?"
After all, Zhou Jimin didn’t have much time left, so he chatted with the other party patiently.
After chatting for a while, the two began to bargain.
I saw Zhou Jimin put his hand inside the other party's sleeve, then shook the other party's hand and started to quote.
As the saying goes, there are rules in the industry. In order to prevent others from knowing your quotation, you usually hold hands in your sleeves or compare prices.
This method was very popular in ancient times. Today, it only exists in a few industries such as antiques.
Soon, the stall owner compared the price of three hundred and twenty yuan.
Zhou Jimin immediately wanted to roll his eyes, and then directly compared the price of ten yuan.
The two of them went back and forth and bargained for a while, but in the end they still had differences.
That was one hundred yuan for two ornaments. Zhou Jimin thought it was too expensive, so he only paid seventy-five yuan.
In the end, the stall owner had no choice but to point to the things on the stall and said, "Well, how about you pick another one from my stall, a total of three pieces for one hundred yuan?"
This is exactly what Zhou Jimin wants, but how could he agree immediately?
It means that the things in the other party’s stall are useless except for the golden rooster ornaments.
What's more, he originally only needed one piece, but now he has bought two, and he has to choose another one?
It has exceeded his budget.
The stall owner was speechless. If he sold it for 75, he would definitely make a lot of money.
But if you can earn more, why not earn more?
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"How about this, eighty yuan, and I can pick another one?"
"What? No, no, no!"
The two of them went back and forth for a while, and finally, when it was eighty-three yuan, they agreed to let Zhou Jimin choose one more item.
The total cost is 83 yuan, and I got three ornaments. They are neither cheap nor expensive.
After paying the money, Zhou Jimin packed up the two independent golden rooster ornaments. When he went to pick up the round bowl, the moment he touched it, he froze.
Many pictures flashed through his mind, but none of them were what he wanted to see.
He forced himself to calm down and naturally put the round bowl into his cross-body bag.
After getting up and leaving, Zhou Jimin left the ghost market without thinking too much.
Now, he urgently needs to find a quiet place to study the round bowl.
Why would Mao have such brutal and terrifying scenes?
After coming out of the ghost market, Zhou Jimin found a deserted alley and then slipped into the space.
When he came to the space, he stared at the round bowl.
"What the hell are you?"
After observing carefully for a while, he said something, and soon he couldn't help but touch the round bowl in front of him again.
For a moment, those cruel images flashed through my mind again.
The child's blood, skulls, stumps...the things that made people feel numb and shuddering made Zhou Jimin's eyes instantly bloodshot.
Fighting back his nausea, he flipped through the pictures.
But apart from these pictures, no useful clues were found.
Putting down the round bowl, he retched directly on the side.
The eyes looking at Yuanbo were full of fear.
It's strange, why did he see these horrific scenes when he saw the round bowl, but the stall owner didn't have any reaction?
Is it because of the space?
Or is his soul powerful enough to see things that ordinary people can't?
Through the screen he just viewed, he began to search for information.
After a while, he was basically able to confirm that it was what happened in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau area.
Before the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Buddhism took root in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Since ordinary people in the snow area are basically slaves, have no culture, and do not speak the Central Plains dialect, the entire snow area is actually managed by Buddhism.
And at the bottom of the Potala Palace, which has stood for thousands of years, there is an eighteen-level hell.
Thousands of bones are buried in this hell.
I heard that during the feudal dynasty, whenever a religious ceremony was held in a temple in the snowy area, fifteen-year-old boys and twelve-year-old girls would be used to make related ritual props with their bodies.
Because only boys and girls of this age are the purest, and the magical tools and props produced are the most powerful.
For example, there is a Gabala bowl in the National Palace Museum.
Zhou Jimin once visited the National Palace Museum. He didn't listen to the tour guide's introduction at that time, but he also heard that this Gabala bowl is also called the human head vessel.
It is a skull bowl made of human skull, crystal and gold.
This thing is a magical instrument used for the initiation ceremony of the ‘Supreme Yu Encrypted Division’.
Therefore, the round bowl he bought from the stall owner must also be a tantric magic weapon.
No wonder he thought this round bowl was so extraordinarily smooth?
Tantra in the snow area?
Haha, that means liberation, otherwise, he might still go there.
However, since it is a tantric magical weapon, what kind of identity should it have to create a magical weapon that makes the space shake like this?
It should be unlikely for ordinary believers, so it is very likely that they are Tantric monks.
Also, I don’t know what happened to this dark bowl, which caused its original color to completely change.
After tinkering with the round bowl in space for a while, Zhou Jimin left the space.
When he appeared in the ghost market again, he had already sorted himself out.
The world is very big, and even now, let alone the feudal era, many incredible things still happen.
Therefore, he can only calm down.
There were many good things in the ghost market, so he continued to wander around.
However, everything went normally afterwards, and nothing like Yuanbo happened again.
However, when he walked to the other side of the ghost market, he was about to leave, but suddenly he saw an acquaintance.
Na Shuzhong and Zidane.
One of them was setting up a stall, and the other was chatting nearby.
Because Zhou Jimin changed his outfit, they didn't recognize him at all.
Not to mention, that guy Shu Zhong also has pretty good stuff at his stall.
Of course, you can tell at a glance that they are all dirty.
"Comrade, what are these?"
He pretended not to know much and asked a little stupidly.
At the stall, Na Shuzhong, who was chatting with Zidane, heard this and immediately pointed and said a few words.
There are five things on the other side's stall that the space can take a fancy to.
Although the spatial fluctuation is not as good as that of a round bowl, the total amount is still very considerable.
"You said this black thing is a stone?"
"What kind of stone? This is a paperweight, a small ornament in the study room for calligraphy and paper. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Upon hearing Na Shuzhong's disgusting words, Zhou Jimin was not angry and said cheerfully:
"This stone, ah, no, it's a paperweight. How much does it cost?"
Then I saw Na Shuzhong stretch out his hand, and his meaning was very clear, that was the deal price.
But Zhou Jimin didn't want to hold hands with the other party, so he shook his head and said:
"There is nothing wrong with others. Just tell me. How much does it cost?"
Na Shuzhong was so angry that he had no choice but to say, "One hundred yuan, take it."
Paperweights are usually made of brass, and the paperweight in front of you is definitely not brass, but an ordinary black stone.
Selling it for one hundred yuan, Na Shuzhong did it purely to disgust Zhou Jimin, and at the same time, he also wanted to make the latter leave quickly.
After all, the items he sets up in his stall are all genuine and not fake.
Usually it's old customers who come to buy. If there are new customers, he doesn't mind chatting a little more.
However, the Zhou Jimin in front of him didn't look like he was here to buy anything, so Shu Zhong's attitude was much more perfunctory.
"Why don't you go and grab it? It's so expensive? It's still a hundred yuan. I doubt whether the things in your stall are worth a hundred yuan."
When Zhou Jimin heard this, he jumped immediately.
Then, Na Shuzhong was confused, and Zidane couldn't stand to watch anymore, so he planned to say something fair.
But Na Shuzhong said quickly:
"Are you kidding? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. These things of mine are all precious cultural relics, not the fakes you usually see. I sell them more expensively. What's wrong? You don't buy them, but some people do." p>
When this guy said this, several comrades setting up stalls nearby became unhappy instantly.
According to what Na Shuzhong said, only the items in his own stall are real, and the items in other people’s stalls are fake, right?
Because Zhou Jimin also saw it at their booth just now.
One sentence offended so many colleagues, Na Shuzhong is definitely a talent.
When I get so angry, I really dare to say anything without going through my brain.
"Who are you looking down on? Who can't afford it? It's just that these items of yours have little value. If you sell me a stone for a hundred yuan, you might as well go and rob it."
Zhou Jimin was still arguing angrily at the side, but Na Shuzhong had already seen the murderous looks in the eyes of several stall owners nearby, so he did not continue to refute the former.
Just listen to Na Shuzhong whisper to Zhou Jimin, "If you are sincere in buying, you will bid. If you are not sincere in buying, then please go to other places and have a look, and don't disturb my business, okay?"
"Okay, I'll offer you one yuan, and you can sell all of these to me, Comrade Na Shuzhong."
When the other party heard this, he was immediately shocked.
Even Zidane couldn't help but look at Zhou Jimin, his eyes full of twinkling and confusion.
Who is it?
Facing Shuzhong's puzzled eyes, Zhou Jimin smiled and said:
"It seems that you are really a noble person who forgets things. How about reminding you that you remember the walkway in the basement of the courtyard last week?"
Na Shuzhong's eyes suddenly widened and he pointed at Zhou Jimin in horror.
The latter shook his head and put a finger on himself?
??Go up and say:
"It's okay if you know it yourself. Don't say it out loud. Just say, one dollar, how about it?"
For a moment, Na Shuzhong's face looked as if he was mourning for his concubine, and he was completely defeated.
It's really not possible if he doesn't sell it to Zhou Jimin. Otherwise, if people keep staring at him now, he will probably have to cry behind bars in his next life.
What's more, what happened that day was originally his fault.
Zidane also saw something was wrong and asked Na Shuzhong if he wanted to help?
ps: I won’t break it into chapters, let’s leave it at that. It’s the last few days of December, are there any monthly votes left? If you don’t vote, it will be wasted. Please vote quickly. It’s not easy to make 10,000 a day for three consecutive months, brothers.