The next day.
"I'm so stupid, really..."
In the tavern, Zhang Qi stared blankly at the broken clay pot on the floor of the tavern that he accidentally kicked over.
Yesterday, he rode a traveling horse all day long. When he got up from the bed in the tavern this morning, the pain on the inside of his legs made him walk tremblingly.
The tavern is his free home. He doesn't even have to pay to live here because no one asks him to collect it.
After breaking a clay pot, the tavern owner didn't react at all. He didn't even look at him. He just stood at the counter and wiped the wine glasses that were so clean that they shone.
Looking at the fragments of pottery pots on the ground, a storm was already brewing in Zhang Qi's mind.
"Obviously I paid for the tarp from the merchant for nothing on the first day. Why am I still buying wood and forging iron so honestly..."
“Don’t you know how to cut down so many trees outside?!”
The broken clay pot made Zhang Qifan wake up.
In the game, these are all stickers or scenery that cannot be interacted with, but now these things are really something Zhang Qi can touch.
The cup can be picked up, the stool can be moved, everything is real to him.
Those NPCs had a bit of an impact on him, and their dull responses made him think that he was still playing a game that only existed on the computer.
It was only on the first day when he was facing a life and death crisis that he had a little bit of quick wit, but later he forgot about it. This was really inappropriate.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Qi slapped the wooden table in the tavern hard, stood up, picked up the long bench he was sitting on, and walked out quickly.
As soon as he took two steps, he couldn't help but scream.
"Hey, my legs, walk slower, walk slower."
There was a burning pain in the worn skin on both sides of the thighs.
The menacing brisk walk suddenly turned into a stagger.
Carrying the bench, he passed by the tavern owner who was still wiping his wine glass but had no response. Zhang Qi met his dull eyes, and couldn't help but reveal an unnatural smile on his face, saying something sarcastic.
"Old Jiu, please lend me your things for a while. When I get rich, I will be rewarded generously!"
The tavern owner didn't respond, so Zhang Qi walked out quickly.
He didn't bother to eat breakfast, he wanted to test his guess first.
Carrying the bench to the blacksmith shop, Zhang Qi opened the blacksmith's panel and looked into the refining column, which indeed showed the presence of wood.
The idea worked, Zhang Qi waved his fists excitedly, it was great to be able to have sex for free!
There is no rush to go, and he has no intention of leaving until he has harvested Nuotai. The only thing he regrets now is that he has not found a corresponding replacement for the iron ore.
But it’s not bad. In the world of riding and cutting, the biggest consumption of blacksmithing is wood.
Dragging two injured legs, Zhang Qi began to work as a relocation worker. The first thing to be evacuated was the tavern, which had the most wood products. If the tavern owner hadn't been standing at the bar, Zhang Qi would have thought that even the bar They are all moving away.
But it's better to leave some for him, otherwise he won't even have room to clean the cup.
Zhang Qi didn't even let go of the beds on the second floor. In addition to leaving one for himself to sleep on, he moved all the wooden products that could be removed from the tavern to the tavern.
In the blacksmith shop, Zhang Qi smiled like a fool as he watched all the wood products in a tavern being refined into more than 100 pieces of charcoal.
There was nothing to say. He had prostituted wood for nothing. Zhang Qi used all the money to buy iron ore. Zhang Qi didn't feel distressed at all when buying a piece of iron ore for more than 100 dinars.
1,500 dinars were exchanged for 14 pieces of iron ore. After some operations in the blacksmith shop, these 14 pieces of iron ore were turned into 28 pieces of pig iron, and finally refined into wrought iron.
Charcoal was no longer cost-effective, so Zhang Qi directly selected the accessories and started building a two-handed sword without even thinking about it.
Four pieces of wrought iron and one piece of charcoal = a two-handed sword.
Twenty-eight pieces of wrought iron, seven charcoal = seven two-handed swords.
By the time Zhang Qi walked out of the blacksmith shop, he was already armed like a hedgehog, with swords on his back and chest, seven two-handed swords, and almost half a hundred weight pressing on him as if nothing happened.
Many people may not be able to lift 100 kilograms of rice, but if it is 100 kilograms of money, anyone can carry it and run quickly.
Zhang Qi is like this now. Adrenaline gives him infinite strength.
When he walked to the market, Zhang Qihao was so angry that he opened the merchant panel and sold all the two-handed swords he had.
The sound of a series of dinars being put into a bag was the most beautiful music to Zhang Qi's ears, and he was fascinated by it.
+661.
+661.
...
...
+527.
The last time the money bag jumped, all the two-handed swords on Zhang Qi disappeared, and his deposit reached 4231.
The seven two-handed swords were sold at an average price of 600 each. If the same product had not lowered the price, Zhang Qi would definitely have earned more!
My wallet suddenly felt bulging.
Moreover, the money earned was mainly from prostitution, which made Zhang Qi even more excited.
Sell the unused charcoal on the horses and earn another 200+.
He couldn't sell the charcoal. There was no more iron ore in Nuotai, and the price for making two-handed swords had also been reduced. He had to rush to the next city.
All the charcoal was sold, and the traveling horse became much cleaner. Except for a bag of meat and a bag of salt, there was nothing else.
Speaking of meat, Zhang Qi blinked. It had been two days since he entered the world of riding and slashing, and two hours had passed outside. It was time to send out food again.
Otherwise, based on his understanding in memory, his little brothers would definitely not eat again today after eating the meat he sent last time.
This is not possible. These little brothers he recognizes will be his important help in the future, and he must take good care of his body.
Anyway, now that I have money, I can take more things with me. As long as I have enough start-up capital, everything else will be easy.
He must also be armed. Although he and others have no fighting ability, he still knows a little about Yingyao and Yao in his memory. The two of them are more favored by the Xiongnu nobles than Zhang Qi and others, so they will bring them with them every time they go hunting. Go up to these two people.
Zhang Qi didn't know about the others, but these two people should still be able to shoot.
After standing in the market and thinking for a while, Zhang Qi opened the merchant panel again. There were not many choices of bows and arrows. The only bows sold in Nuotai were guerrilla bows.
The price is 490.
Zhang Qi bought two of them for a small cost of 1,000. When buying a bow, he had to buy arrows. Zhang Qi didn’t think much about the arrows. Ordinary arrows were enough. The iron arrows were enough to deal with the outside world, and every time The bag contains 27 arrows, which is enough for use.
The outside world is definitely different from the game world. These arrows are purely consumables.
It cost 1,300 to buy a bow and arrows. Zhang Qi still had enough money in his pocket. Zhang Qi, the uncle of Hui and Bo, didn't have much memory about whether they knew how to fight, so he didn't buy any more.
But after thinking about it, I decided to buy the same bow and arrow as the Eagle Harrier again.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to do it, it’s okay to practice.
The dinar was reduced by 1300 again.
Of the 4,431 dinars, only 1,831 are left.
And if you want to take these things out, you have to spend a fortune.
Money is earned slowly but spent very quickly.
Zhang Qi teased himself.
Then I cut the beef I bought last time into about seven or eight kilograms, and planned to give it away.
1831-1400 (bring out weight 14 catties).
