Chapter 142

Liu Fan pedals a tricycle and follows his uncle to his home.

The little wolf dog was running after him.

"Wang, boy, you are so powerful, the old man is defeated by you!"

Cried the little wolf dog, wagging its tail.

Liu Fan took a proud look at him, as if he was saying that he still used you to say.

Uncle Cui leads Liu fan to a small foreign building.

Liu Fan sighs that the uncle's family is quite rich.

Mr. Cui pointed to a pile of broken porcelain pieces in the yard and said with a smile: "boy, these are all porcelain pieces from the past. My little son made them, but they are not worth much. You can take them all."

"Sir, you are so generous!"

Liu Fan praised that it may not be valuable to the master, but it must be valuable in the eyes of the system!

He put on his gloves and began to pack up quickly.

"Ding, if the host finds a piece of blue and white porcelain in Yuan Dynasty, a reward of 1 million yuan will be given!"

"Ding, if the host finds a piece of pastel porcelain, a reward of 1 million yuan will be given!"

Ding, the host picked up a piece of white porcelain and awarded a white porcelain bowl during the reign of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty

"Ding, the host finds a piece of Tang Dynasty porcelain, and the yundao jade rune is a bonus to the host's golden pupil!"

When Liu Fandeng was confused, golden pupil?

It's said that the owner of the golden pupil, which can see through all material things, can make a fortune by gambling on stones, and can even see the scenery farther away regardless of the distance.

Liu Fan's eyes look at a piece of porcelain on the ground.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly saw the internal structure of the porcelain, and even saw countless bacteria colonizing on its surface.

Incredible, this is the golden pupil, penetrating everything, seeing through everything.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and returned to normal.

Golden pupil has no sequelae, but it's a little tiring.

"Sir, I'll take it all."

Liu Fan was a little embarrassed, but he didn't accept so much porcelain.

Uncle Cui waved his hand. Suddenly he thought of the chess book he had thrown to Liu Fan and asked, "young man, if you don't give that book back to me, I think it's still very useful."

Liu Fan a listen, this request can't agree, but the system has it to "digest".

"Sir, I have a rule for collecting garbage. Everything that gets on the bus is my stuff."

Liu Fan said seriously.

"Young man, you've gone too far."

Uncle Cui's face is obviously dark.

Liu Fan immediately took out a white porcelain bowl from the woven bag and handed it to Uncle Cui. He said with a smile, "uncle, I can't give you books, but I can give you a white porcelain bowl. It's a good thing."

Uncle Cui took it and looked left and right. He thought it was very delicate and simple, but he couldn't see any way.

"All right."

Uncle Cui felt like he had suffered a loss.

Seeing Liu Fan pedal away, uncle Cui suddenly feels empty in his heart and walks to the house with a white porcelain bowl.

Just then, a middle-aged man in his thirties came out of the room, looking like he had just woken up.

When he saw that all the pieces of porcelain in the yard had disappeared, he was in a hurry.

"Dad, where are the pieces of China?"

"Oh, the rags are gone."

The middle-aged man was stunned: "what, Dad, there are treasures in it."

He is Mr. Cui's youngest son, who is very interested in antiques.

"Dad, you let him take it for nothing?"

The younger son is about to chase him subconsciously, but he is stopped by Uncle Cui.

"Don't chase me. They didn't take it for nothing. Didn't they give me a China?"

The younger son saw the white porcelain in his father's hand and couldn't move his sight.

He looked at it carefully for a long time, took a deep breath, and said, "Dad, we are rich. This is the porcelain of Qianlong in Qing Dynasty."