"Are you wrong? Where can I find the stones that are the size of fists, very round?" Peng Bai shouted to the sky depressedly.

"Little brother, what are you doing when you are looking for a very round stone the size of a fist?" A quarryman next to him asked Peng Bai with a funny feeling.

"I'm free to find someone to play with." Peng Bai certainly wouldn't tell the secret stupidly. One more person would have to be paid.

"The thing you are looking for is more than 50 cents per person." The quarryman said with a smile and pointed to a place where stones were stored at the foot of the mountain.

Peng Bai looked in the direction of the quarryman's finger and almost fainted. It turned out that the round stone was like waste. In the construction industry, this kind of thing is often used to decorate it. To put it bluntly, it is garbage, and this kind of garbage is still all over the mountains, which costs 50 cents per person. Peng Bai had the urge to take a taxi back immediately and beat Tang's son up.

"By the way, there is also a round stone on the mountain, which is also the strangest place in Chaofeng Mountain." The quarryman looked at the depressed Peng Bai with interest and continued with a smile.

"The strangest place?" Peng Bai asked, thinking in his heart, there is a door!

"Yes!" The quarryman didn't know what Peng Bai was thinking, and said to himself: "This stone is only as big as a fist. It looks like there is no connection with the mountain. It seems that it can be blown by the wind, but no one can pick it up, and even if you kick it, it won't move it for half a moment."

Peng Bai was already screaming in his heart, asking where the stone was located, and running up the mountain all the way.

There is no need to look for it. When Peng Bai went up to the highest point of the mountain, he clearly saw a round stone ball on the flat top of the mountain. It was exactly the same as what Tang said, the size of a fist.

Peng Bai thought about it carefully. It seemed that the Tang Dynasty prime minister did not tell him how to open the treasure house! The Tang Dynasty prime minister only said that he could move a few times, but how did he move? This stone was placed in such a conspicuous place, and I had no idea how many times had it been moved by many people. If he could open it casually, he would use Peng Bai to open it? The treasure had been taken away by someone long ago.

Pang Bai tried every means, whether gentle or cruel, stone or stone, even the stone did not move too much.

"Fuck me, you damn greedy ghost dare to lie to me, I fuck you damn stone." Peng Bai tried all his skills, but the stone still had not moved, and Peng Bai was so angry that he cursed.

"Damn." Peng Bai stepped on the stone with all kinds of kicks.

A strange feeling surged into Peng Bai's heart. Peng Bai lay on the ground and looked carefully. The stone was actually trapped a little by his foot and then returned to its original state as time passed.

"I step on it, I step on it, I step on it." Peng Bai shouted a slogan and stepped on the stone ball hard. Anyway, the construction site is full of the jingle of mining stones. Even if Peng Bai shouts through his throat, no one will care. Even if he hears it, he will think that Peng Bai is crazy.

Peng Bai stepped on it for a hundred times, and his feet were already numb by the power of the recoil. He finally stepped on the stone.

"Strange, there is no response!" Peng Bai looked at the stone ball that had become a whole with the mountain in depressed manner, then looked around and thought to himself very depressedly.

Just as Peng Bai was thinking, the stone ball rose up quickly. Indeed, it rose up instead of bounced out. The stone ball was accompanied by a stone box.

"No! So small? How much treasure can it hold?" Peng Bai looked at the stone box about the size of his food carving knife box and shouted depressedly, and became more and more sure that Tang Shixiang was deceiving himself.

The box opened with a buzzing sound, revealing a hole. Peng Bai understood that the box was just an entrance. For ghosts, their shape could be changed. It was too easy for ghosts to get in, but for Peng Bai, they couldn't even stretch a thigh!

"Prince Tang, are you the fucking enemy who sent me to mess with me?" Peng Bai roared angrily, then climbed onto the ground unwillingly and reached out his right hand in.

Touching left and right, Peng Bai finally grabbed a soft thing hanging on the wall inside. He took it out and saw that it turned out to be a wallet, which is a wallet.

"Five thousand yuan?" Peng Bai took out the money from his wallet and counted it. It was about five thousand yuan. Peng Bai unwilling to let him go in. Unfortunately, he didn't touch anything except air and moss.

"Damn it, damn it." Peng Bai had no choice. He was considering whether he should ask the quarry workers when they borrowed tools to smash the small hole and plundered it in a big way. The box was closed and returned to its original state. No matter how much Peng Bai tried, it did not open it again.

"Ahhhh!" Peng Bai screamed angrily, but there was no way, so he had to kick the stone ball a few times, and then limp down the mountain.

Peng Bai is still a very responsible person. Although he took a day off, Peng Bai was originally planning to carry treasures, but now it seems that there is no need to rest. After all, there are still hundreds of people waiting for him to cook on the construction site!

So Peng Bai took a taxi directly to the vegetable market, bought today's vegetables, and then used this ill-gotten fortune to buy the materials used to make mountains and mountains back to the construction site.

Busy, busy, no different from usual, or even more busy than when workers were there before. What Peng Bai didn't expect was that these dozen ghost messes were so edible. Their belly was like a bottomless pit, and they could eat no matter how many dishes they had. If Peng Bai hadn't stopped him, Chen Xiaoyi would probably call the police tomorrow because of the empty kitchen.

As night fell, all the workers fell asleep. Peng Bai took out a complete set of materials and prepared to fulfill his last wish of Prince Tang.

Speaking of which, Peng Bai was depressed. He thought that the 5,000 yuan he had earned was left with a few hundred yuan after he bought the goods. As a result, he took a taxi back and forth and added the purchase materials. Not only did the 5,000 yuan not enter Peng Bai's pocket, but he made Peng Bai spend dozens of yuan. It seems that good people cannot do it, and they cannot have a kindness towards ghosts!

"Roads are there?" Peng Bai held the "kitchen knife" in his hand, which originally belonged to him, but now he also belonged to him, but he looked too ugly. Although it was much heavier and more convenient to pick it up, he still felt very awkward and asked angrily.

The ghosts nodded.

"Okay." Peng Bai made a braised pork brain casually, then used a big spatula to shape a rockery.

“This tastes really good.”

Not to mention, there are also supporters, but it is indeed a ghost messenger.

"You know, what tastes really good? You have never eaten good things in your life. Even what kind of meat tastes bad? Damn, stay there." Zhao Fengyun stepped forward and picked up a piece of pig brain with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, then swallowed it and turned directly to the ghost who said it tasted good.

"The fishy smell is too strong, and this mind is not removed. Although the braised taste is also good, it is too far from the mountains I want." Tang Shi shook his head and sighed.

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Chapter completed!