Chapter 20 Money Money Money
[Iron Shirt·First Floor: (1/500)]
The change of fonts in front of Xie Yuan's eyes shows a breakthrough in realm.
Feeling the insignificant but real trace of blood in his chest, Xie Yuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
This means that the iron cloth shirt skill has been introduced, which can nourish the blood and strengthen the skin, and has taken the most critical step on the road to a warrior.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Many registered disciples paid ten taels of silver, but after three months they still couldn't touch the threshold. The money was simply wasted;
Xie Yuan only spent more than three days, and he already felt energetic. , can be said to be extremely talented.
"Although I don't have much blood, I can try skin training first..."
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt dizzy and felt an extremely empty feeling in his body.
That feeling is deeper than hunger, as if it is weakness in the bones.
Xie Yuan swayed and managed to sit down on the pile of firewood. It took him a long time to recover.
He was a little surprised and confused:
"This...is a physical deficiency?"
It seems that you really can't practice too hard.
This is clearly a warning from the body.
But why didn't it happen before?
Before, I chopped firewood every day, sometimes from morning to night, but I worked much harder than now. At that time, I couldn’t even lift my hands, and it was just that I was too tired, so I just needed to rest for two days. I had never felt like this before. It was a scary feeling that my face was all soft.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Yuan wanted to understand the reason.
“Martial arts training is about squeezing the body’s potential... Martial artists will lose their lifespan before a certain stage...
“Compared with those top athletes in previous lives, their bodies are simply not human, and they think they are very healthy; but after retirement Is it true that a person with injuries may not live a long life? It's all due to physical overdraft.
"This bit of blood in my chest is the essence of my blood. It can be used to train my skin and lead to the path to transcendence; but it is obtained by concentrating my blood.
"If you are a physically strong person, you can With appropriate exercises and supplements with food and medicine, the impact on the body will not be big; if you are already in a deficit like me, it is simply overdraft. "
After thinking about it, Xie Yuan felt the blood in his chest again, with a complex expression:
"One drop of sperm, ten drops of blood. How much energy does this trace of blood require from me? My overdraft has been overdrafted..."
No wonder you have to be strong to practice martial arts. It really requires a strong body to carry it.
It is also true that internal strength is needed to reach a high state. Otherwise, practicing martial arts without practicing martial arts will be a waste of vitality.
"Internal strength is too far away, I'd better save money to replenish my health first. Isn't it just five or sixty taels? What's the big deal, if it doesn't work, go catch another tiger!"
Fifty or sixty taels Of course, two is a huge number, and the tiger cannot find it just by looking for it.
But Xie Yuan didn’t want to and couldn’t give up.
After cheering himself up, he didn't even bother to wipe himself, and went straight into the room and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Xie Yuan woke up in a daze, still feeling empty and tired, as if he had rewarded himself seven times in a row last night.
"I'm going to die, let's rest for another day."
On the third day, Xie Yuan felt that he had regained some strength and took a long breath:
"The body has recovered. I can no longer practice blindly.”
He was unwilling to do so, but he still understood the basics. Moreover, he is not completely hopeless. Hoda has already told him that saving money is just a waste of time.
But it can only be like this, and it must be stepped up.
After all, there are always eyes in the village, always watching him. At some point, trouble will come to his door again.
Before chopping iron poplars, Xie Yuan calculated that he could earn about two taels of gross income a month, but now he has advanced in chopping firewood.
Just by chopping Tie Yang, he could earn a lot more, but he had a better goal. "Camphorwood and nanmu are good materials for building houses and making furniture. Why can't they be sold for more than just firewood?"
Xie Yuan took the ax and walked towards the mountain.
It is impossible to find precious tree species in shallow forests, and those that have been cut down have long been cut down by woodcutters from surrounding mountain villages.
The few good trees Xie Yuan saw last time were located deep in the mountains, around the clearing where big insects were infested.
It doesn’t mean it’s deep in the mountains. The last time they hunted a tiger, they thought they would be delayed for two days. Unexpectedly, they encountered a tiger at the border of the deep mountains. Then Xie Yuansan went down with an ax and finished the hunt back and forth in one day. .
Before, I got a little interested in hunting. Xie Yuan and Zhu Dongming asked for some superficial knowledge about finding the way, avoiding danger, and identifying the traces of animals. In addition, in winter, snakes, insects and wild animals are hidden. As long as you don’t get lost, , it’s also safe to go deeper.
He followed the mark of the last tiger hunt, and it was familiar again and again. After only half a day, he saw the first tree he had written down.
A large camphor tree.
This tree has its own fragrance, which is not only pleasant to smell, but also repels insects.
Families with certain conditions in the city like to use this wood to make cabinets, bed frames, etc. There is no need to worry about the marketability of this wood.
"I will take you to the city to live a good life. If you have a spirit, you can help me get rich."
Xie Yuan clasped his hands together, prayed silently for a moment, and then took his tiger bone iron ax in his hands.
Duo!
Duo, Duo...
The constant sound of cutting sounded in the forest, but only for a while, there was a click, and the tall camphor tree fell down weakly, overwhelming two trees. small tree.
“This ax works so well!”
Xie Yuan was a little surprised. He hadn't tried it properly before. This time he tried it and found that it was sharper than he thought!
Camphor wood can be used for construction. It is very strong and cannot be used as an axe!
Zhou Feng is quite interesting.
Of course, Xie Yuan’s own achievements in chopping firewood have also improved. Combining the two, cutting down these tall trees is not a problem.
The camphor tree fell and the problem came again.
How do you get such a big tree out in the mountains?
After taking a look, Xie Yuan thought to himself:
“I can only cut it into a few sections that can be transported, and I will carry it out myself.”
He had a draft before he came. , I also considered asking someone to help, but sharing the profits like that is indispensable.
When you come in and take a look, you can see that it is not very thick. Just cut it into short pieces and run it a few times. If it doesn't work, just cut it in half and you can always get it out.
It's just to be used to make furniture, not to make firewood, so it won't be easy to chop it into small pieces.
Xie Yuan is like those poor bosses who are reluctant to hire people for wages, so they can only do it all themselves.
The sound of axes cutting wood sounded again in the woods.
Until Xie Yuan saw the sun setting towards the west through the gap in the forest, he picked up a large piece of wood and walked out of the mountain.
“Just think of exercising...”
Xie Yuan has verified that physical work like chopping firewood will only make him tired in the short term, but will not exhaust his body. He can make up for it by eating more and sleeping more;
Only martial arts training and squeezing and stimulating blood energy will make him panic in his bones.
Ten days have passed like this, carrying an ax into the mountain at sunrise and carrying wood down the mountain at sunset.
Finally, I cut down the whole camphor tree into fine pieces of wood, and went to the village to borrow a cart, loaded it all up, and pushed it to Panlong Town with some anxiety.
"If you can't sell it for more than one or two yuan, the hard work will not be worth it... The price of selling wood for silver is a bit too greedy! Hey, seven or eight hundred yuan will do."
The more time it takes, the more time it takes. As long as there is hope, Foolish Old Man has the energy to move mountains.
Of course, no one was eyeing him...
When he arrived at the house of the largest carpenter in the town, Xie Yuan pushed a cart of wood over and asked for a price.
“How much did you say???”
(End of this chapter)