Chapter 9 The first trip to the market is over
Niu’s shop is very big.
When Chen Mo came here for the first time, he felt that this store was unusual.
Being able to rent a spiritual field under the jurisdiction of Fang City to a mortal who has not yet begun to practice is naturally a big deal.
Otherwise, at the No. 1, 2, and 3 Grain Station, he wouldn’t have moved this shop out as a shield.
Chen Mo also inquired and found out that the top leader in Fangshi also had the surname Niu. He guessed that if nothing unexpected happened, it was not him but a relative.
The entrance to Niujia Shop is extremely tightly guarded. Anyone who comes in must be checked by the guards at the door before being let in.
However, this is the grain selling season, so the shop still opened a special passage for the spiritual cultivators like them to pass.
Chen Mo followed the team, and there were at least ten people in line.
These Lingzhufus like him are pushing carts of various sizes, with bags of Lingshi placed on the carts, and their faces are filled with joyful smiles.
What a bumper harvest.
Who is not happy?
After waiting for about half an hour, Chen Mo finally entered the yard.
The trolleys were lined up, and in the crowd, Chen Mo saw Boss Wei who had received him at a glance.
Boss Wei looks to be in his early thirties, and his strength is unknown, but it is certain that the opponent is in the early stage of Qi refining at best. His status in Niu's shop is average. He can speak but cannot make the decision.
Soon, Boss Wei also saw him and came up to him with a smile on his face.
“Fellow Daoist Chen, long time no see!”
Chen Mo cupped his hands and said: “Greetings to Boss Wei, thanks to you, the harvest this year is pretty good. I’m here to pay the introduction fee that I got on credit. "
Wei Wuwei glanced at the bag of half-spiritual rice in the car and frowned slightly: "How much is it? "
"200 kilograms."
When he heard it was 200 kilograms, Wei Wuwei immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Not bad, not bad. It's already good to be able to harvest 500 kilograms in the first year of farming."
In fact, it was the first year of being a Lingzhi husband. The most difficult.
Due to lack of experience and neglect of management, many monks often harvest less than 200 kilograms per acre, and some even less than 100 kilograms!
But this kid was also very lucky, and he actually had a good harvest in his first year.
"Boss Wei, please keep the 110 kilograms owed to you, and please exchange the remaining 90 kilograms for spiritual sand or Bigu Pill." Chen Mo said bluntly that he was not afraid that the other party would steal the food.
If he could be given seeds on credit, he would naturally not be interested in these thirty or fifty kilograms.
Wei Wuwei looked at Chen Mo and thought for a moment.
Don’t speak either.
After about twenty breaths, he said: "Let's see, I think it's not easy for Mr. Chen to be a Lingzhu husband in the first year. The introduction fee plus seed money will cost you 80 catties, and the remaining 120 Jin, I’ll give you 12 Bigu Pills, just enough for you to consume in the coming year, how about it?”
Boss Wei’s words surprised Chen Mo.
Then I thought about it.
It doesn’t seem impossible.
After all, according to his performance, he only received 500 kilograms. If he paid full rent, he would end up with 90 kilograms, which is 9 Bigu Pills.
It’s not enough for his daily consumption, let alone his cultivation and improvement!
It seems that sometimes crying about poverty is a good idea!
"Thank you, Boss Wei." Chen Mo bowed his hands, "But this kind of thing..."
"Wait a moment."
Wei Wuwei turned and left, and after a while, returned to the yard: " If I give you another pound of credit, I’ll still have 110 pounds of Linghuang rice next year!”
“Thank you so much, Boss Wei!”
“The seeds are the same as last year. Come to the shop in February. I wrote it down for you.”
"Okay!"
Say it, Wei Wuwei called to the waiter who was doing the cooking and pushed a cart of rice to the weigher. After a while, the other person came back with a porcelain bottle. "Here are 12 Bigu Pills. Click on them."
Chen Mo opened the cork, and the fragrance of the medicine overflowed.
It’s Bigu Pill, and the quantity is right!
He nodded and stuffed it into his waist.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you have to go and get busy in advance. The shop has been very busy these days. If you are interested, I would like to ask Haihan." Wei Wuwei greeted.
"If anything, just do your thing."
In Chen Mo's eyes, the person in charge has a high emotional intelligence.
If you can be so polite to a young husband, your future will not be bad.
If you can make some friends, I'm afraid it would be a good choice.
After leaving Niujia Shop, Chen Mohuai took a large sum of money and went shopping.
Whether it was listening to music in Goulan or gambling, he could restrain himself and did not take a single step. He even did not spend half a tael of spiritual sand on those street vendors who were "hunting" for top-quality goods or picking up missing items.
These are all resources for his cultivation in the next year!
The land of the wealthy couple.
Resources are the most critical thing!
Having a golden finger, he can work steadily and improve step by step. There is no need to take the risk of being cheated.
How can I buy it and sell it?
Early the next morning, Chen Mo stood guard at the gate of Fangshi.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Wang Lixia, who was leaning on crutches, walked slowly over on the bluestone.
The first time they met, Chen Mo presented the three Bigu Pills he had prepared with both hands.
"Thank you, senior, for helping me tide over the difficulties!"
Wang Lixia raised her eyebrows slightly and took the Bigu Pill. When she looked at the other party again, her impression was a little better.
“Let’s go.”
Chen Mo followed the other party, walking very slowly.
Along the way, it was relatively peaceful at first.
But what is coming has come.
When the two of them had walked twenty or thirty miles away, Wang Lixia suddenly stopped. She squeezed the crutch in her old right hand hard, smashed it hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "He Fangxiao is so young, you haven't come out yet. ?”
In an instant, two masked middle-aged monks rushed out of the woods.
The moment he appeared, Wang Lixia frowned immediately.
Although the two monks in front of her were covered, they still gave her no small feeling of oppression.
If her guess is correct, both of them should be at the third level of Qi Refining!
Although the third level of Qi Refining is nothing in the market, he is probably considered a master among Ling Zhifu.
The two gangsters were obviously stunned when they saw Wang Lixia.
Soon, their eyes moved to Chen Mo behind her.
"Fellow Taoist, you can go over, but the person behind you must leave money to buy the way!" One of the masked monks said.
“Hmph!”
There was a cold snort in the nose, and the next moment, two powerful flame palms shot out of the body and went straight towards the two of them.
Wang Lixia didn’t give the other party a chance to speak at all.
As Lingzhi’s husband for so many years, this kind of thing has become commonplace.
These tribulation cultivators were either spiritual cultivators like her, or black miners who sneaked out of the mines. Even if they were both at the third level of Qi Refining, she thought that with her flame palm skills, she would definitely be able to suppress them.
As expected, after Wang Lixia's brazen attack, the two people also realized that they had encountered a difficult situation. After hurriedly avoiding it, they fled back to the woods without saying a word.
They are just here to bully the weak. It is completely unnecessary and impossible to fight these spiritual husbands!
Seeing that a flame palm forced the Jie Dao monk to flee, Chen Mo became more determined to practice this spell to a small degree!
(End of this chapter)