Chapter 6 Rain washes the roots of the mountain

Chapter 6 Rain washes the mountain roots

Holding the bank card, Yang Bo was extremely excited. Fifty thousand yuan is equivalent to one-seventeenth of eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan, but it is his first step. With this fifty thousand yuan, he will have more

You can double it and accumulate enough money faster!

Next, he must use the 50,000 yuan to pick up leaks, because with more capital, the speed of making money will definitely speed up a lot. Also, he can get his father admitted to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, but the origin of the money is difficult to explain. With winning the lottery

The reason may be able to deceive for a while, but after all, there will be a lot of money coming in later, so it is difficult to explain. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest updated novel

It was too early for Yang Bo to call home. He flattened the folding bed and thought about it for a long time before finally falling asleep.

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Yang Bo was woken up by a burst of urgent and stern shouting. It was bright outside the window, and a fat pig's head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Yang Bo was startled. He quickly reacted, "Boss, morning!"

Guo Bapi was furious. Because he was too excited yesterday, he inevitably drank two drinks, so he came a little late today. He didn't expect that his waiter hadn't opened the door at nine o'clock, so he couldn't help scolding him, "Yang Bo, what did you do yesterday?"

What are you doing so late? Why did you get up so early today? Don’t you want to do it anymore? There are so many people who want to do this job. If you don’t want to do it..."

"Get up early every day, clean the store, boil the water, and sweep the door..."

Yang Bo quickly packed his bed. He didn't know how many times he had experienced this scene. If it weren't for the peace of mind of his parents, he would have resigned long ago without saying a word until Guo Bapi said he was tired and stopped.

Come down.

"Okay, I won't say much. You go and buy some porridge for me. Well, just plain porridge will be fine." Guo Papi finally stopped and gave Yang Bo ten yuan to buy breakfast.

Yang Bo took the money, turned around and walked out.

When he came back, Yang Bo already had two more breakfasts in his hand. He handed the white porridge to Guo Papi. Guo Papi couldn't help but look towards him. He saw that Yang Bo also bought a portion of porridge, and there was even more.

A deep-fried dough stick, which was completely inconsistent with Yang Bo's usual state, which made him hesitate, "Xiao Yang, why are you reluctant to have breakfast today?"

Yang Bo raised his head and said, "For the sake of good health, it's better to eat something."

Guo Papi watched Yang Bo drinking porridge and eating fried dough sticks, "Oh, then eat quickly. You have to clean up afterward."

Yang Bo hummed and started to eat, while thinking about what kind of reason he would use to call home.

Guo Bapi stared at Yang Bo and began to feel that something was wrong, because there seemed to be something in Yang Bo's white porridge. He finally couldn't help but asked: "Xiao Yang, yours is not white porridge, right?"

Yang Bo was lost in thought when he heard the question and was stunned, "This is preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

Guo Bapi's eyes suddenly widened, "Preserved egg and lean meat porridge!"

As if he felt there was something wrong with his tone, Guo Bapi quickly said: "Xiao Yang, you also said that your father is not in good health. It is best for you to save more money so that you can treat your father in the future."

Yang Bo nodded, "I know."

Guo Bapi looked at Yang Bo's porridge, and then looked down at his own porridge. He felt that it was tasteless. The superiority he usually established was damaged, and he had no intention of eating.

Yang Bo finished his breakfast and quickly tidied up the shop. At this time, customers began to come intermittently.

Jinling is known as the stove, and it is August, so the weather is hot. However, because it is close to Chaotian Palace, some tourists who have visited the Jinling Museum will come in and take a look when they pass by the store. Yang Bo took a book and carried it.

The small bench was sitting in front of the door. When the guests came in, he didn't have much thought to greet them, because he knew very well that most of the people just watched and didn't want to buy.

Before, Yang Bo was studying antique knowledge every day, but that was all when he had nothing to do and just found something to do for himself. Now that he knows that he has special powers, Yang Bo is even more eager to learn these new knowledge.

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Although Guo Bapi is stingy, he is engaged in this business after all and has stored a lot of professional books in the store. Yang Bo has read most of them, but he can only remember about one-third of them. Now his memory is surprisingly good.

You can basically remember it after reading it twice, and you will inevitably need to read the book again.

Time slipped away, and Yang Bo concentrated on studying. Unknowingly, it was noon. When he heard Guo Papi shouting in the inner hall, he suddenly woke up and knew that it was time to buy lunch again.

He took the money and headed to the fast food restaurant in a familiar way. Passing by the door yesterday, Yang Bo couldn't help but look over. The old beggar was no longer there and the glass beads were gone, but it seemed that good luck also came from this. Maybe this

Good things come to good people. Thinking that his father's illness had not yet been cured, he had imagined before that a god would suddenly descend from the sky and give him 850,000 yuan, or give him a magic medicine that could cure all diseases.

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Later, when he came to his senses, he realized that Tian Xingjian is a gentleman who is constantly striving for self-improvement. Only by relying on himself can he create the future and change his destiny. Even if he has received superpowers, doesn't he still have to study hard? Otherwise, he will get treasures in vain.

You know, it was lost in vain.

After buying lunch, I saw a customer coming to Gudezhai. I saw a middle-aged man standing in the store holding a long box. The man was in ragged clothes and looked quite downcast. He said: "Boss, this painting of mine is...

It was handed down from ancestors and was made by monk Kun Can. If it weren’t for the fact that my child had leukemia, I would not have used this painting. You must know that my painting must be passed down from generation to generation. From now on, I will only

It will become more and more valuable!”

The middle-aged man complained bitterly, his voice was low and sad, and Yang Bo suddenly thought of his own situation. Isn't his father the same? But he couldn't fulfill his filial piety. If he couldn't save his father, no matter how much money he made, he would still have no money.

What's the use?

Putting the lunch box aside, Yang Bo walked over and looked at the painting Guo Papi was looking at. The painting near the painting depicts ancient trees and pine trees on rock cliffs, pavilions and pavilions, a pool of fresh water, and a Taoist man fishing alone in a boat. The middle scene is surrounded by white clouds and mountains.

The winding path leads to a quiet place. The distant view is meandering, and the whole picture shows the cleanliness and tranquility of the mountains and rivers after the rain.

Looking at the inscription, "Rain washes the roots of the mountains", there is another five-character long poem, "The rain washes the roots of the mountains, white, as pure as the river on a cold night. In the clear mist, the peaks stand in front of me..."

On the seal is the word "Shixi", which makes the whole work clean and quiet, making people look away from the secular world.

Yang Bo said the word "good" in his heart, but he did not dare to relax at all. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and strands of light seeped out from the picture, gradually converging on the center of the picture, an aperture formed, and a ray of light flew out and entered his eyes.
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