Chapter 2: Five yuan a month
The next day, early morning.
Luo Chen got up early and put ten pills on the chopping board into five jade bottles.
Putting on the only low-grade robe that he could afford, carrying a low-grade flying sword, he hurried out the door.
He had to enter the city early, otherwise the better casual cultivators' stalls wouldn't be around at dawn.
Perhaps it was because it rained heavily all day yesterday, and the roads in the outer city seemed quite muddy.
The closer you get to the center of the outer city, the stronger the smell becomes, mixed with the smell of feces, urine, medicine, humans, and monsters.
Especially when mixed with the earthy smell, the feeling is really unbearable.
But Luo Chen is used to it.
An hour later, we arrived at the city gate.
When entering the inner city, Luo Chen couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Sure enough, the air in the inner city is great!
"I heard that the inner city is built on a first-order spiritual vein, which is very beneficial to the cultivation of monks in the Qi refining period."
"When you have money in the future, you must buy a house in the inner city!"
After secretly cheering up, Luo Chen went straight to the casual cultivator area in the southwest corner.
In front of a bluestone slab, most of which were covered with yellow talismans and animal skins, an old man was busy there.
He laid out the animal skins, stood up and stretched, and happened to see Luo Chen arriving.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, you came a little later than me this time."
The old man's name is Chen Xiuping, he is at the sixth level of Qi refining stage, and he is an old man from Dahefang City.
He has lived here for decades, making a living by making talismans, and he also has excellent skills in tanning talisman skins.
With his income level, he can barely afford to rent a house in the inner city.
But this old man is a bit stingy. He would rather live in a wooden house in the outer city where a low-grade spiritual stone costs one per month than to live in a stone house in the inner city that costs ten times the price.
He even said that even when setting up a stall to sell things, he made clear calculations.
The stalls in the casual repair area must be rented to the city manager.
A stall costs one spiritual stone per month.
If you squeeze into the two-square-meter booth, after placing the talisman seals and talisman skins, you can still squeeze out half a square meter.
He simply gave the small half square meter to Luo Chen, and then the two of them paid half of the rent.
Luo Chen suffered a loss?
It can’t be said that if he rents another stall, he will have to spend one spiritual stone a month.
Moreover, few monks like to sell things with others.
So Luo Chen probably didn't lose, but Chen Laodao definitely made a profit.
After saying a simple hello, Luo Chen laid out his things in front of the stall.
Twenty bottles of Bigu Pills!
Chen Laodao couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the amount, "Fellow Daoist Luo, your alchemy level has improved again recently!"
No wonder he said that.
Luo Chen usually comes once every seven days to set up a stall, and four or five times a month.
And each time, the number of Bigu Pills sold was around fifteen or six bottles.
This time, a full twenty bottles were taken out!
From this, it can be seen that he must have made considerable progress in refining Bigu Pill.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
In seven days, leaving aside the day of setting up stalls and purchasing materials, the remaining six days were used half to process materials and half to refine elixirs.
In other words, there are only three days of alchemy time in total.
In the past, Luo Chen worked hard to make two pots a day and collected about five bottles of Bigu Pills. The material loss rate was really high. But yesterday, his Bigu Pill refining technology was promoted from the perfect proficiency level to the master level.
In the last pot, five bottles came out!
Coupled with the good luck before, the loss was reduced to a very low level, and this time we only collected twenty bottles of Bigu Pill.
"No, practice makes perfect!" Luo Chen smiled modestly, but there was still some complacency in his eyes.
The refining technology of Bigu Pill, which has just reached the master level proficiency, is more or less good.
Chen Xiuping shook his head, "There are a few fellow sellers of Bigu Pills, but none of them can produce twenty bottles in five days like you."
After saying that, he reached out and touched the nearest bottle.
"You didn't mix it with flour to make up for it, did you? As a veteran, I have to make sure you don't destroy the sign of our stall."
Luo Chen watched him take action with a smile. He had already picked up a talisman full of red lines in his hand.
"I heard that someone bought your Qi Condensing Talisman last time, but it didn't work, and most of his butt was bitten by a monster. Why don't I take one back and study it for you? I can't destroy our sign!"
Chen Laodao was so anxious that he quickly snatched the talisman seal from Luo Chen, regardless of the elixir he had obtained.
"You only sold five bottles of Bigu Pill for one spiritual stone, so you have the nerve to exchange it for my three spiritual stones and one Qi Condensing Talisman!"
"Give me back! Give me back!"
Luo Chen smiled and watched as the old man placed the talisman in the most conspicuous place.
The Qi Condensing Talisman is Chen Laodao’s flagship product!
Among the low-level talisman seals he had for each spiritual stone, the price was the most expensive, starting from three low-grade spiritual stones.
In fact, the Qi Condensing Talisman is also the best, especially for those monks who go into the mountains to hunt monsters.
This kind of talisman, which can cover one's vitality for an hour, can save a life at a critical moment, and its value is not inferior to that of many defensive talismans and seals.
Sometimes, Luo Chen actually envied Old Chen.
Just sell a talisman, which is at least one spiritual stone, and you can make a net profit of more than 100 yuan in a month!
Not like myself.
In the past month, I worked hard to earn twelve spiritual stones. After deducting the cost, I only got six or seven spiritual stones.
If we deduct half a spirit stone for rent, half a spirit stone for stall fees, and one spirit stone for daily food and drink, there will only be four or five dollars left.
This is still a year since I traveled back in time, and it took me a long time to save money.
It’s hard to imagine what the original owner lived in the early days.
But envy is only temporary.
Luo Chen knew very well that each of the four mainstream arts of cultivating immortals had its own difficulties.
The more elixirs are used, the greater the profits will be. The difficulty lies in getting started with various elixir recipes. From getting started to becoming proficient in each elixir, one does not know how many furnaces it will take to refine it.
The talismans are of different quality. Each talisman can be said to have condensed all the energy and spirit of the monk when drawing it. A slight mistake means that the whole game will be lost.
Moreover, Talisman Makers often don't live very long, and I don't know why.
Just like Chen Xiuping, he looks old, but he is actually only in his sixties. Well, he seems to be very old indeed.
However, a monk in the Qi Refining Stage can theoretically live to be one hundred and twenty-three years old, and sixty-something years old is considered "young".
It is impossible to change to Talisman Maker, and it is impossible to do homework every day in this life.
It's better to make elixirs and roll balls.
Moreover, Luo Chen’s family knew about his family affairs. He had just entered the master level of Bigu Powder refining technology, and could already double his income in the future
Although a monthly income of ten yuan is still not enough to support the practice of longevity (net income), But at least it's on the bright side.
Besides, you can start a new project right away, right?
Just when Luo Chen had great hopes for the future, Chen Laodao tugged on his sleeve.
"Business is coming!"
(End of chapter)