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Chapter 20 No one is rich without windfall
Chen Mou, who was wearing a half-worn cloak to cover his face, had two layers of masks on his face. If it weren't for being so poor that he couldn't get rid of the pot, why would he be selling treasures now?
These days, after he got off work, he occasionally went to a few pharmacies in Dongfang when there were the most people.

As for the price range of commonly used spiritual medicinal materials, I have a rough idea, and I will not be slaughtered by shops.

He also purposely wrapped his shoulders with linen cloth to widen his shoulders, and changed his body into a burly and strong body. He is poor and short-sighted, and his strength is low. For the sake of his own safety, he was cautious not to expose more appearance features.

Shopkeeper Qi walked in and closed the door intimately. He often deals with poor ghosts who are so secretive that they think they are safe, but they are actually eye-catching. Please bright treasure."

Facing this kind of guests, there is no need to serve tea and snacks.

The other party will not appreciate it, let alone drink tea, and worry about doing tricks in the water.

Get straight to the point and don't go around in circles. The business is easy to do, otherwise it is easy to lose the business.

Without further ado, Chen Mou put the green cloth package on the table, untied the cloth belt, and revealed a rough wooden box inside, opened the box cover, and uncovered two pieces of white cloth, revealing the dried medicinal materials wrapped inside .

He also heard that Wanyaotang's business is authentic, regardless of the origin of the goods, its reputation is guaranteed.

Shopkeeper Qi smiled more and more warmly, and said, "Can I check it out?"

He has already noticed that the guest's hands are tightly wrapped with cloth strips, without revealing any skin. He is indeed a cautious and careful guy.

Seeing the other party nodding, he took out two clean and dried spirit herbs that were still very fresh, inspected them carefully, and held up the purple leaf ginseng and said, "The 230-year-old purple leaf ginseng is in good condition, and the price is two hundred spirit stones." Looking at another medicinal herb, he said, "200-year-old Yuanqin, priced at 180 spirit stones."

Chen Mou knew that the price of the two medicinal materials lost half of the price. Sanxiu sells goods and treasures, and there is no channel. Like this 200-year-old spiritual medicinal materials, he dare not take them easily to set up a street stall. It is very troublesome to be targeted by poor and crazy guys. The quickest way is to sell to a store.

Almost all the shops in Fangshi buy loose repair materials at half the market price, or less than half the price, which has formed a rule.

Unless you have the strength to bargain with the shop, you can suffer less.

Chen Mou said vaguely, "Deal."

Shopkeeper Qi cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist, please come and take care of the business next time you have medicinal materials."

He took out a bag from his cuff, counted 380 spirit stones, and pushed it in front of the customer who made a deal with a few words.

The 200-year-old purple leaf ginseng and Yuanqin are widely used. They are refined into the elixir needed by the monks in the foundation building stage and sold. The profit is at least ten times. Is it worth doing something famous?

Earn a huge price difference dignifiedly, which is called stable profit.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Chen Mou wrapped the Lingshi into his sleeve with a piece of white cloth he took out, repacked the wooden box, and walked out with the green cloth package without leaving even a piece of cloth behind.

Shopkeeper Qi got up to see him off, and asked in a low voice, "Do fellow Taoists need to take the backyard path?"

Chen Mou shook his head and refused, he didn't want to go to another house's backyard at night.

Shopkeeper Qi stopped talking, opened the door, and watched the burly man stride away. He returned to use two boxes, carefully packed the medicinal materials, and pasted them with talismans to prevent the medicinal power from being lost, before taking them to the counter. .

The clerk took a look outside the door. There were not many customers in the store. He walked back to the counter and said in a low voice, "A few 'street bastards' followed."

"Everyone has their own way, the guests are very careful and can handle it."

Shopkeeper Qi waved his hands away to greet the guests, don't come to his side, that mysterious guest intentionally showed obvious early cultivation of Qi Refining Realm, can you believe it?

Is there any monk in the early stage of Qi Refining Realm who can dig out 200-year-old spiritual medicinal materials in the wild?

It's impossible to think about it with your butt, and a few street bastards are destined to be deflated.

Chen Mou went down the mountain path and went all the way into the dark forest. When he reappeared, he arrived at the cliff cave in another world.

He has already found three guys following him, hehe, he must be dumbfounded now.

Spit out a small walnut from the mouth, take out the Lingshi bag in the sleeve, take off the cloak, take off the two layers of masks, take off the hard clothes and shoes, untie the linen belts wrapped around the body one by one, take Put on the clothes and headscarves prepared separately, put on new shoes, and use the broom to sweep all the changed clothes, shoes and blue cloth packages to the corner of the hall outside.

No one is rich without windfall, and he earned nearly [-] spirit stones in one business. When he was excited, he thought about how to spend the money?
Buying a pair of beautiful maids to warm the bed, no, the main purpose is to cook and wash for him, it is too cumbersome to do housework every day.

Buy two more bottles of vitality pills, and it is said that the cultivation base will grow steadily.

... Don't worry, don't worry, mere spirit stones can't mess with the Dao heart, so they can't float away.

Chen Mou left the bag of Lingshi on the floor of the secret room, and returned to the residence of Danyangfang with the ancient jade jade, out of sight and out of mind, let's eat pickled meat and dried vegetables for a few more days, and the monthly salary is about to be paid, beautiful maid or something, sooner or later There will be.

It was night, and the hammering sound of "ding ding dong dong" came from the small courtyard, and it didn't stop until midnight.

At the end of June, Master Zhong, who didn't show up often, lost his temper once. He pointed at Wan Lin who had made a mistake, and scolded him furiously: "You are so talented that you dare to secretly forge magic weapons behind my back? Do you think you have the ability to do so?" As for the position of the blacksmith master, you should ignore my words, right? This magic weapon was quenched and cracked by you, what should I say now?"

Wan Lin was speechless, feeling extremely depressed.

He was not afraid of being scolded by Master Zhong, he had already gotten used to it.

He observed Master Zhong's quenching numerous times, especially in the last month. He used the timing method to master the heat, which was exactly the same as Master Zhong's quenching every time. With the small hammer, Xue Biao swung the sledgehammer and asked Chen Mou to pull the bellows to forge a semi-finished sword embryo into a finished magic weapon.

After thousands of calculations, it was finally destroyed by the most critical quenching.

His confidence was blown to pieces, almost cracked along with the magic weapon.

He was at a loss as to what went wrong?
A few days ago, the mortal weapon he forged, Master Zhong also praised that his tempering had already been passed down, how could it be ruined in a blink of an eye?He can't figure it out.

Chen Mou and Xue Biao shrank to one side, not daring to say anything, as if they were afraid of being angered by the angry Master Zhong.

After being an apprentice for more than three months, Chen Mou has watched Master Zhong and Senior Brother Wan quenching for many times. After comparing with his memory, he is the one who has grasped the essence of observing the fire. Five breaths of fire, no sound reminder.

What does it matter to him?

Senior Brother Wan secretly put on shoes for him. A few days ago, he gave him the third month's monthly salary. He once again invited him to a banquet at Leisurely Residence. The relationship still did not improve, but he only maintained a superficial harmony.

Why should he mention Senior Brother Wan who is a gangster?

Seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse... the mood was surprisingly dark.

Master Zhong was tired of scolding for the first time, with a face full of hatred, he said: "This damaged magic weapon is converted into thirty spirit stones. You will return it to shopkeeper Hong and write off the account together with the magic weapon."

Wan Lin clasped his hands and said, "Yes, I have caused trouble for you, Master Zhong."

The price of the material can be as low as the cost, or it can be several times higher. It all depends on the master of the blacksmith's mouth. He has already figured out Master Zhong's temper. Meat.

As long as he is not expelled from the forging room, he still has the opportunity to sum up his experience and re-master the technique of quenching.

So far, the blacksmith cannot do without him, an old apprentice who has worked for more than five years.

Two new apprentices can't do anything at all.

Unless Master Zhong is willing to spend a lot of time in the forging room and personally teach new apprentices, his position will be stable within two years.

Master Zhong waved his hand, and said impatiently: "You have made a big mess for me this time, and it is unreasonable not to punish me. From today onwards, Chen Mou will be in charge of the forge, and he will be in charge of the small hammer. You and Xue Biao cooperate, and you are not allowed to play tricks on me." Fengyang violates the law, otherwise, don’t blame me for following the rules of the forge.”

Wan Lin froze in place all of a sudden, his face turning red and white.

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