Chapter 929: Huaxia Medical Museum

"Thank you Auntie, this is a bar of gold, I wonder if I can rent the four facades of Auntie!"
After the negotiation, Feng Chen took out a piece of gold in his arms. In fact, he is now penniless. After taking out this piece of gold, he is still very distressed.
"Boy, this ..." Boss stared at the boss, his face was extremely surprised, you know, it is already very good to rent her four facades, and the young man in front of him was so generous and gave a bar of gold.
"Ma'am? Is this ... not enough?" To be honest, the expression on Ma's face frightened Feng Chen. You know that this piece of gold is all his own.
"Enough ... enough, lad, I'll take this gold bullion, lease time ... ten years!"
Grandma said a little embarrassed, she didn't want to take advantage of Feng Chen's advantage.
"Ten years?" Feng Chen froze, repeating in his mouth.
"Or ... fifteen years!" Aunt looked at the expression on Feng Chen's face, heaved in his heart, and quickly spoke.
"Ma'am, ten years, ten years!" Feng Chen waved his hands again and again, sighing in his heart, this business is really impeccable.
"Lady, let's just say so. This is the key to my house. From now on, I will give it to you."
After hearing Feng Chen's confirmation, Dasao took over the gold from Feng Chen's hands, took a bunch of keys from the purse, and handed them to Feng Chen.
After everything was done, Feng Chen took the key in his hand and walked towards the facade at the end of the street.
After ten minutes, Feng Chen came to the house he rented. He took out the key, twisted it slightly, and squeaked, and the door was opened.
After the door was opened, a pungent musty smell blew instantly.
Due to the year-round tightness and darkness in the house, some wall coverings began to fall off, some wooden buildings also began to rot, and spider webs were everywhere on the beams.
Suddenly, when Feng Chen's mind moved, a trace of real yuan circulated in his body. His right index finger raised slightly, and a circle was drawn beside him, then the palm of his hand was down, and then he pressed down.
A breeze rushed into the house, and most of the musty smell was swept away. The cobwebs on the beams drifted into the distance with the breeze.
Since he made up his mind to open a medical museum this time, the current decoration style is totally inadequate, but now he is penniless, he plans to go back to the surrounding woods to get some wood back. Anyway, the last time he did a section The time carpenter is familiar with making some furniture and carving some ornaments.
Then he groaned for a moment, and then let out a hint of divine thought. After three breaths, he saw a smile on his face. The next moment, he had disappeared into the room.
When he returned, there was already a lot of thick wood in the sealed storage ring, which had been peeled by him.
Since he wanted to work in a medical museum, he thought about it for a long time last night. He got a lot of names, but they were unsatisfactory. After thinking about it, he still thought that the name "Hua Xia Medical Museum" was good.
He smiled, palm of his hand, and Luo Fei Fei Jian was shocked in his hand, and his heart moved as he wanted. The original three-foot-long Luo Fei Fei Jian changed his shape and turned into a dagger, which was sealed by dust in his hands.
After half an hour of production, the plaques at Huaxia Medical Museum have been sealed.
Feng Chen lifted his pen, took away the dragon and snake, and wrote the four big characters of "Hua Xia Medical Museum" on the plaque.
Feng Chen opened the door and hung the faction in the center of the four facades. Then he closed the door again and started making other things non-stop.
Feng Chen held the Fei Fei Sword, which was cut like iron, and kept waving with both hands. He grabbed a piece of wood with his left hand and gently waved it, turning it into several sections. Then he took the falling feather and carved it on the blade.
Gradually, Feng Chen was in the engraving. Feng Chen found the memories of being a carpenter thousands of years ago.
Gradually, he was addicted to it, he forgot the time, each of his knives was extremely attentive, and unknowingly, the real element in Feng Chen's body suddenly turned on, and gradually fell into his hands along with the falling feather flying sword in his hand Among the wood carvings.
Time passed quickly, and the night came again. Feng Chen stopped the carving at this time. He looked down at the carved wood carving in his hand, and his face was blank.
The appearance of the woodcarving in her hand is a woman with fluttering hair. From the appearance of this woman, it is not difficult to see that this is Feng Chen's favorite, Fan Ruoxi.
"Ruoxi, are you all right?" Feng Chen looked at the slightly rough woodcarving in his hands, his eyes stunned, and a sadness came to his heart.
With his right hand, he gently stroked the statue's cheek, and all his memories of Huaxia came to his mind.
"Soon, I will be back soon, wait for me!"
Feng Chen looked up through the window and looked at the night sky of the window, secretly in his heart.
After being silent for a long time, Feng Chen gently put the carved statue in his hand aside, and then picked up a piece of wood that had been shaved before and continued to carve it. At this moment, he was completely immersed in it.
In the middle of the night, there were already a lot of carved woodcarvings beside Feng Chen. These woodcarvings were neatly arranged and lifelike.
All these woodcarvings are dusty friends and relatives, Fan Ruoxi, Liu Ruyan, Chen Ruolin, Lao Dao Feng Yangzi, Li Deqing, Fan Tong, Er Mao, and his sister Jiang Yu!
Feng Chen put the falling feather flying sword aside, sitting alone on the ground, lighting a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the woodcarving beside him, wondering what he was thinking.
The sky was getting brighter, Feng Chen was busy tonight, and some exquisite and compact furniture was driven out by him overnight. I have to say that Feng Chen is really fast. He said tonight, even if it is ten more experienced and sophisticated No carpenter can make it.
At this moment, with these exquisite and compact furniture, Huaxia Medical Museum finally has some vitality.
He even made some grids and grids on the walls. He placed his carved woodcarvings on these grids. Don't have a charm, but this is only secondary. For Feng Chen, he can see these familiars every day. The face is the most important.
With the accessories and accessories of these accessories, his medical museum can finally open normally.
At this moment, I was busy working all night, and his stomach was too hungry. Now he urgently needs to get something to eat. Although there are still many hot bars in his storage ring, this stuff cannot be eaten as a staple food.
"Damn, it really is a penny to stump the hero!" Feng Chen was frowning and thinking, and heard a knock on the door.