Conquer The Heavens

On the first day, Luo Feng went broke and had to go back home. In order to make ends meet, he began to collect trash from house to house.
Unexpectedly, he happened to bind the "Treasure Prompter" system.
"Ding! There are gallstones in the stomach of the sick cow of the butcher ahead, commonly known as cow treasure, worth 6 million."
"Ding! 10 meters ahead, the paper on the wall of the old lady's house is a painting by Tang Bohu, worth 300 million."
"Ding! 100 meters ahead, the abandoned whetstone is imperial green jade, worth 1 billion."
"Ding! 1000 meters ahead, the woodcutting knife in the woodcutter's hand is a Xizhou's bronze sword, worth 2.5 billion."
"Ding! 10,000 meters ahead, the stone that the child hit the water is a Martian meteorite, worth 8.8 billion!"
"Since I have this system, who can still see me as a trash collector?"
"I am a treasure hunter disguised as a trash collector!"
On the first day, Luo Feng passed by the door of a rural quadrangle and saw a child smashing spades with a four-sided object.
He went up to pick it up and found that the words "commanded by heaven, both longevity, and eternal prosperity" were engraved on the bottom.
"Ding! The child smashing walnuts in front of the house! In his hand is the heirloom jade seal..."

As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal

  These books might not have much value in today's society, but they were extremely important to Luo Feng.


  He suddenly noticed a booklet with an ordinary-looking cover. He reached out and picked it up gently. He opened it and found that it was an ordinary collection of poems.


  Just as Luo Feng was about to put it back, a golden light flashed from the page. This made Luo Feng stop curiously.


  "This poetry collection looks very ordinary, but why does it have such a special glow? Luo Feng thought to himself.


  Just as he was wondering if he should go deeper, a young woman approached the stall.


  "Old lady, how much is this poem collection? "The woman asked with a smile.


  The old woman replied,"This poem costs two hundred.""


  The woman nodded disappointedly and quickly turned to leave.


  The old woman shook her head and sighed.


  Then, he took out a very worn-out book from the box. The cover was yellowed and even a little torn.


I'll Sell It to You