Tomb Raiders: Fusion of Yan and Double Eagles at the Beginning

　　Zhang Lin was stunned and smiled and said something non-professional: "I think you are working on foreign workers. You can plant thirty one a day. You can plant such a large area for ten years."

　　The hawker shook his head: "That's definitely not possible, maybe thirty one will be planted this year."

　　"Why? Is the remaining piece of land empty?" Zhang Lin asked.

　　The peddler said nothing, but lowered his head and started roaring the seeds in his hands in the underground pit.

　　When all the seeds are filled, he covers them with soil. .

Chapter 319

　　Thirty-one flowers were soon planted.

　　Then he came out of the ground and sat on the edge of the flower bed to rest.

　　Next to his feet is a large package.

　　Zhang Lin asked, "What's in here?"

　　"It's all about money."

　　"If you don't believe me, I'll open it up and show you."

　　Zhang Lin said, "Okay, you can open it now."

　　The peddler smiled, and instead of opening it, he said, "But I heard that there is a saying that wealth is not exposed, so I won't show it to you, unless you give me two silver dollars, I will force you to take a look. ."

　　Alas, this hawker is a hawker after all, after all is a lover of money, Zhang Lin put his hand into his pocket, took out two silver dollars and threw it to him and said: "Now, you open this package and show me immediately, I think See how much money there is."

　　The peddler smiled and opened the package, which contained thirty-one boxes.

　　"What is this box?"

　　The hawker looked at Zhang Lin, then said with a smile, "Do you still want to watch it? If you still want to watch it, give me three more silver dollars."

　　Zhang Lin took out three more silver dollars and threw them at him and said, "Open it."

　　The peddler reached out and opened the box, which was full of gold coins, each containing thirty-one pieces.

　　Zhang Lin thought it was strange, why are they all thirty-one? "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Why do you divide it so neatly?"

　　The peddler rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know? The money will keep increasing."

　　Zhang Lin frowned: "It's just some gold coins."

　　"Why do you have so much money?" Xiaofan asked rhetorically.

　　Zhang Lin sighed, this is really not the case.

　　The hawker happily closed the box again, sealed the package, and put it aside, saying, "I'll show you the money next time."

　　Zhang Lin waved his hand: "I don't have this interest. I wasted five or five silver dollars all at once. I might as well buy some candy."

　　When the peddler heard this, he took out two candies from his pocket and said, "These five silver dollars? I can't let you give it for free. This is even given to you."

　　Zhang Lin reached out and took it. After all, he spent five silver dollars.

　　The hawker picked up the package and said, "My work is over for today, and now I can go back."

　　After he finished speaking, he stood up to leave.

　　Zhang Lin looked up at the sky, the sun hadn't set yet, it was only one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

　　"You can leave now?" he asked in surprise.

　　The hawker said calmly: "What's wrong? I've finished my work, why can't I leave?"

　　"But I remember you didn't show up for a few days before."

　　The hawker glanced at Zhang Lin and said, "That's because I don't have a job, why should I come?"

　　Zhang Lin frowned. Could it be that you work a few days a month?

　　"Yes, otherwise, is it possible for me to be here [-] hours a day?

　　Zhang Lin thought it was incredible. This kind of work costs [-] silver dollars a month. No wonder the hawker has so much money.

　　"Then what exactly are you doing in this job, planting so many flowers?" Zhang Lin hesitantly looked into the flower bed.

　　"Hey, don't underestimate it, these flowers require a high level of technology, and ordinary people can't make them."

　　Zhang Lin snorted coldly in his heart, "Cut, what the heck, he said so powerfully, isn't he actually just digging a hole and digging some soil?

　　"Then I'm leaving, see you next time." The hawker walked forward with a smile.

　　Zhang Lin looked at his back and instantly felt very uncomfortable.

　　And for some unknown reason, his number thirty-one was particularly uncomfortable, so he decided to plant a few more flowers in the flower bed.

　　He looked around, and there was no hoe. Could it be that the hawker was really digging the pit with his hands?

　　So he squatted down, so he dug a hole with his hands, and then found a wild flower on the side of the road and planted it.

　　It was only when he saw this that he felt particularly symmetrical.

　　"It looks much better this way. That hawker is just fooling people."

　　At night, there was a loud knock on the door outside. Zhang Lin opened the door and saw the hawker standing at the door. His eyes were black, his forehead was black, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

　　"How come you lied and the money was beaten?" Zhang Lin teased.

　　The hawker frowned and said, "No, I ask you what's going on in the flower bed?"

　　Zhang Lin hesitated for a moment: "What do you mean by that?"

　　"Didn't there be thirty-one flowers in the flower bed originally? But why is there one more flower now?"

　　"Oh, I planted it at will."

　　After hearing this, the hawker spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even worse. He bent over and seemed to die at any time.

　　Zhang Lin also realized that something was wrong, how could he suddenly become so weak, like a person on the verge of death.

　　The peddler took a few steps back before he could stand still, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

　　Covering the position of his heart, he shook his head and sighed: "Why did you want to harm me?"

　　After hearing this, Zhang Lin just thought it was funny, hurt him?

　　When did you hurt him: "Aren't you thinking of blackmailing me again??"

　　The hawker's voice became deep, and he had no intention of joking: "Why did you plant another flower, do you think you did it on purpose?"

　　Zhang Lin wondered: "I planted a flower for you to help you with your work, and you have to thank me."

　　puff

　　The peddler spit out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually faded when he looked at Zhang Lin.

　　"Go and pull out that flower, go."

　　"Why? And why did you become like this?"

　　The peddler shook his head: "I don't have time to explain, you pull that flower off now, or I'll die."

　　so serious!

　　Zhang Lin looked at him, his face was indeed very ugly.

　　But why did the flowers he planted endanger his life?

　　"I said I'll explain it later. You can get rid of this flower now. Don't worry, I'll tell you everything."

　　Zhang Lin frowned. Although he didn't know the reason, he still felt that he should not let the peddler die, so he walked over to the flower bed.

　　Halfway through the road, a cat demon suddenly appeared. It blocked Zhang Lin's way and said, "Don't go there."

　　"Why did you suddenly appear?"

　　"I can't tell, there is danger over there anyway."

　　Zhang Lin stopped and did not continue to walk forward. He looked back at the hawker, who was already lying on the ground weakly, and his face gradually lost its blood.

　　Zhang Lin frowned, then walked towards the hawker and asked, "What's going on?"

　　The hawker held on with his last strength and said, "If you want to know the truth, go and pull that flower.".

Chapter 320

　　The cat demon jumped on Zhang Lin's shoulder: "Don't listen to him, he will hurt you."

　　Zhang Lin frowned and did not pass.

　　The hawker picked up the package beside him and said, "Take all of these."

　　"Sorry, I'm not interested in money.~" Zhang Lin said.

　　The hawker smiled bitterly. He kept the money with him, just to buy his own life in danger one day.

　　But now, there are people who don't like money.

　　"It seems that God is going to destroy me, and my life should be destroyed."

　　At this moment, the cat demon spoke again: "These gold coins are not good things, don't touch them."

　　Zhang Lin nodded and said, "I won't take his money."

　　"And what the hell is going on with this gold coin?"

　　"I can't say it for now, I'll tell you when the time comes."

　　Zhang Lin had no choice but to say, "Well then, I won't force you."

　　The hawker on the ground closed his eyes, and a gust of cold wind blew through Zhang Lin, causing a cold war.

　　At this moment, Bureau Li's voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

　　When he saw the peddler, he suddenly frowned and said, "What happened? Did you kill him?"

　　Zhang Lin hurriedly explained: "It has nothing to do with me, it's him who wants to die."