Zhan Changfeng went to Fan Zhili to ask about the result of renting a house. He asked for three spiritual stones per month.
The common currency in Zangyunjian is spirit beads. Only those with higher cultivation or status use spirit stones as an intermediary for the exchange of items.
For an ordinary family, an income of one thousand spirit stones a year is already excellent.
Renting a house for three spiritual stones per month is actually a bit expensive. After all, it is not a special stone room for cultivation that not only provides security but also allows guests to sit in the spiritual veins.
But people like Zhan Changfeng, who can easily trade thousands of spiritual stones, don't feel anything at all.
Therefore, the driver's worries were justified. After paying the deposit for half a year, she found that she was almost out of money.
After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't know where I spent it. I only knew that I planned to exchange the remaining Nether Fire Nether Lotus flowers for spiritual stones, but ended up using them to consolidate my cultivation. The one I left behind after gritting my teeth was used to destroy corpses. Lost traces.
Fan Zhili didn't know about her rare entanglement. After receiving the deposit, he made plans for her, "The house is just big enough for people to live in. I'll invite some idle villagers to help you repair it, like bedding, cooking utensils, etc. You also have to buy it yourself.”
"The village chief is very considerate. It's troublesome."
"It's still early, I'm going to help you with it, and you should go back and get rid of the unnecessary things in the house first."
Zhan Changfeng came to the small house by the lake. In fact, looking at the dilapidated state, she wanted to tear it all down and build a new one. Fortunately, she was concerned about her purse this time and didn't do whatever she wanted.
But it was impossible for her to keep those tables, chairs, benches, beds and washbasins that had been used by others.
Fan Zhili brought a few healthy villagers over to work. He walked around the empty house and sighed, "Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish this day. All the furniture will have to be made new."
A villager said, "Let's repair the roof, door and wall first today."
The house was small, but it was not small. It had two entrances, and there was an attic above. They worked until the sun went down and planned to work at night.
Zhan Changfeng watched Fan Zhili bring some food and suddenly realized his negligence. She only thought about paying her wages, but forgot that they also needed to eat.
In fact, this is just a favor between fellow villagers. They only pay wages but not food, and others won't say anything. But now that Fan Zhili has taken care of this favor for her, she can't turn a blind eye.
Zhan Changfeng, who had never worried about food and currently only ate Bigu Dan, didn't know where to find food. Thinking that the coachmen used to hunt wild animals in the mountains, she went to the mountains too.
As the saying goes, people who rely on mountains to eat rely on water to eat. There are countless peaks in the Limo Mountains. Except for Qingbai Mountain, which Qingbai Village relies on, which is relatively safe, the outside is the territory of wild beasts. In a sense, it is an excellent place for hunting.
It's a pity that Zhan Changfeng is not familiar with this place. He walked around the mountain and saw nothing.
Finally, a fat rabbit jumped out of nowhere and crashed into the tree next to her.
Zhan Changfeng picked up the rabbit speechlessly. How small was the probability of encountering such a thing.
The wind was blowing slightly, and the forest was quiet. Zhan Changfeng didn't stay long after getting food, and walked back slowly as if taking a walk. Several children were playing house on the roadside, holding bowls of mud and showing humility to each other. She looked at her hands Staring at the red-eyed rabbit, which gradually became stiff, it took a detour.
"Hi, Yi Zhan!"
A figure rushed out of the nearby courtyard like a whirlwind. When he saw the rabbit in her hand, he shouted, "Oh, you went hunting. I want to go hunting too, but my mother never lets me go."
Zhan Changfeng didn't hear his point, "Well, do you know where I can help others with cooking?"
"There are a lot of game restaurants on North Street. If you want to find someone to cook, I will take you there." Li Baimao showed a disgusted expression after speaking, "But I tell you secretly, some of the stores are broken. If you take it in, it will I don’t know what the rabbit is in your mouth, and it doesn’t taste good. I suggest you ask my mother to cook it, my mother’s cooking skills are outstanding.”
Zhan Changfeng saw that he was really disgusted, so he followed his words and asked, "Can your mother help me cook?"
"Of course, my family also runs a game restaurant." Li Baimao replied confidently.
North Street is the only commercial street near Qingbai Mountain. It mainly provides various needs for students on the mountain.
Li Baimao took Zhan Changfeng to a restaurant, pointed to the plaque above and said, "My mother is famous here. It is guaranteed to be delicious."
It says: Li Sanniang Game Restaurant.
The lobby of the restaurant is divided into two. One side is for seating, just like an ordinary pub, and the other side is the kitchen. The middle is only separated by a half-meter-high wooden fence.
Some diners stood outside the wooden fence watching the cooking scene inside, and they praised it from time to time.
Zhan Changfeng stopped and looked at the neat dressing table and the stove. The cooks were methodically handling the dishes on hand. They were full of fireworks, but the most eye-catching thing was the middle-aged woman who was cooking a wild boar.
Her nasolabial folds were a bit deep, her expression was focused, and the knife in her hand was very steady. She dismembered the strong wild boar into pieces as easily as she was cutting a piece of paper. She just took it for granted and turned the bloody scene into an art form.
And... Zhan Changfeng noticed the aura on her body. She was an ordinary woman with no cultivation.
"Look, my mother is amazing, I will become like her in the future." Li Baimao said proudly.
"It's pretty awesome."
"Hey," Li Baimao felt a little embarrassed. He thought of business and quickly summoned the waiter.
He didn't dare to bring the rabbit directly to his mother. His mother was very strict about the rules of the kitchen. She could read it, but except for the cook, no one could enter, not even his own son.
The waiter ran over and said, "Little boss, what can I do for you?"
"My classmate wants to try my mother's cooking. Please help me get in line."
"Okay," the waiter looked at Zhan Changfeng and pointed one hand towards the wall full of menu signs, "Sir, whatever you want, we can do it."
Zhan Changfeng handed him the rabbit and ordered a few more dishes. Thinking that they were doing manual labor, he asked for more rice.
"It will take about half an hour. Do you want to eat here or take it away?"
"take away."
"Okay, you sit down first."
Li Baimao asked, "Can you finish eating so much food?"
"A late-night snack for the workers."
Li Baimao calculated the time and took it back when it was ready. Isn't it just a midnight snack?
Li Baimao saw that the waiter was very busy, so he ran to get a cup of tea, poured a cup each, and asked, "Master Qin seems not satisfied with you. Alas, actually I don't know what he means. I I think you are right, just like Changsheng and you, just like General History and me, even though they are very far away and even cannot be completed, we still have to complete it."
He curled his lips and said, "I already told you that I can't recite General History. Didn't he still force me to recite it?"
The tea soup is mellow and fragrant. The color is clear and it is a good cup of tea.
Zhan Changfeng was dumbfounded. Li Baimao seemed to be quite indifferent and careless, but his thoughts were very transparent. Even he himself was not aware of this transparency.
No wonder Yu Sheng and Han Zhigao, two smart people, could become friends with him.
"Maybe it's because I'm not good at literature and history and can't communicate well with him." Zhan Changfeng replied.
Li Baimao scratched his head. He could play against Master Qin, go back and forth with Yu Sheng, and play such a powerful chess game (if the Social Studies School hadn't closed down, the two of them would still have had a stalemate). He was not illiterate no matter how he thought about it. ah.
"I think your handwriting is pretty good!"
These words were sincere, but Zhan Changfeng just responded lazily, "I only know these two words."
If it is calculated according to the standards that people in Zangyunjian can understand.
Li Baimao understood and thought differently, thinking that she couldn't write. So I admired him very much in my heart. Although he was clearly illiterate, he was confident and confident. It made people look very advanced and talented!
He said excitedly, "Okay, sister, you are pretending that we have all been deceived. Please teach me a lesson. I always leak the information and make people laugh at me."
Zhan Changfeng saw his eyes shining and found it funny. He had nothing to do, so he started making up things seriously, "This is a very simple matter. First, you have to determine your position."
Li Baimao moved the stool to her side, "What do you mean?"
"It means that when communicating with others, you see yourself as a superior, inferior or equal."
"What about the equals?"
"Neither humble nor arrogant."
"That's right, how about the lower one?"
"Neither humble nor arrogant."
"Ah? Isn't this the same?"
"They are the same. The former shows self-confidence, while the latter shows integrity." Zhan Changfeng said leisurely, "There is no high or low life, but there are depths of abilities, rich and poor backgrounds, high and low hearts, good and bad conduct, and good and bad thoughts. There are differences, and principles are different. For the general public, it is true that people flock together and things flock together. Once you interact with others, you will always follow this sentence. Then we can make an analogy, such as You and your friends, the reason why you become friends must be based on mutual recognition and emotional connection, right?"
Li Baimao thought for a while and nodded.
"Then what will you do if one day you find that they have become useless and have nothing worthy of your attention?"
"They won't." Li Baimao denied, and then added, "If you say we are friends, you will be friends forever."
Zhan Changfeng was noncommittal, "There are many ways to consume emotions, such as time, distance, and cognitive differences. Can you still remember the pain when a relative died? Is this pain still there?"
Li Baimao wrung his hands, looking anxious as if he was self-affirming or defending, "I have always missed them."
"It's just nostalgia." Zhan Changfeng said.
Li Baimao's face turned pale, and the thick-boned man actually began to change the subject, "Aren't we talking about pretending?"
"Pretend, first of all, you have to look good." Zhan Changfeng said, "Be equal to each other, neither humble nor arrogant. In fact, I am telling you that the prerequisite for equal dealings is that you have comparable strength and similar excellence. You don't have to bend the knee, and he doesn't have to accommodate. , and how to do this is to maintain your self-confidence and make yourself good or better, otherwise, you will only drift away."
"confidence?"
"Have the ability to solve the problems that I caused, have the courage to take on the responsibilities that I should bear, and have the strength to help my relatives and friends when they are in trouble."
Li Baimao was deep in thought, and gradually became a little embarrassed. He hesitated and asked for a long time, "What should I do?"
"Just make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses." Zhan Changfeng said smoothly.
