In the early morning, I hummed an unknown tune and walked down the mountain.
He planned to go to the village at the foot of the mountain to buy some refined rice and fine salt. Although the old monk Wude was in the happy realm, he was old after all, so eating some refined rice would be better for his health.
There is no shortage of money now, so you can save some on other things, but there is really no need to be too frugal on food. The brown rice and coarse salt are quite uncomfortable even for him, let alone the old monk Wude.
Just halfway up the mountain, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the forest beside the path. It was a tiger with colorful fur, but its expression did not change in the early morning, as if it had been known for a long time.
"Isn't this little master Zhou Cheng? Are you going down the mountain?" Tiger suddenly spoke.
As he spoke, "Tiger" pushed his "chin" up, revealing the face of a dark, middle-aged man, smiling at Chen Chen with bared yellow teeth.
"Amitabha, it turns out to be the king's benefactor. The young monk went down the mountain to buy some rice, flour and salt." In the early hours of the morning, he clasped his hands together and said the name of the Buddha.
It was a coincidence that this middle-aged man was the eldest son of Mrs. Wang, named Wang Shitou. He was a well-known hunter. After all, this man, as an ordinary person, hunted a newly adult tiger alone.
With tiger skins, it will be much safer to hunt in the mountains. At least there will be no wild beasts attacking rashly.
However, there are rules in the industry. People who did not hunt tigers alone cannot wear tiger skins, nor can their own family members. This is why the youngest son of the Wang family went up the mountain but was eaten.
Although from the perspective of modern people like Chen Wen, this is a kind of stupidity, and rules cannot be more important than human life, but in the eyes of these people, rules are sometimes more important than life.
"That's just right. I went down the mountain with my little master to avoid having the wild beasts in the mountain attack my little master." Wang Shitou smiled honestly.
"Then thank you, King Donor." Chen Ling did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. Today's hunting harvest is not good. If it weren't for my little master, I would have to go down the mountain." Wang Shitou scratched his head and said with a smile.
There were no warriors in the village at the foot of the mountain, and no one had ever seen a warrior, so in their eyes, master and disciple were just ordinary people like them in the morning.
Therefore, Wang Shitou would be worried about the safety in the early morning, even at this time just after noon, he would rather use the rather lame excuse to give up hunting and escort him down the mountain in the early morning.
"Donor Wang, did you catch anything good today?" As he walked, he chatted with Wang Shitou next to him in the early morning.
"Here, little master, look, there are just two rabbits, a pheasant, and a fox. I also picked some mushrooms." Wang Shitou shook the big bamboo basket in his hand.
"Haha, if the fox's fur is intact, it will be a big income." Chen Ling said with a smile.
"Hehe, the little master is right. I took advantage of the fox to eat and shot an arrow from its mouth. The fur is very intact. It can be sold for eighty cents at least." Wang Shitou said proudly. said.
My eyes flickered in the early morning, eighty cents? If this fox skin was really that complete and was taken away from Wang Shitou and sold in a big city, it would cost at least two taels of silver.
The people who buy Wang Shitou's furs here and there must earn at least about 2,000 yuan, even excluding travel expenses and the like.
However, he didn't intend to tell Wang Shitou about this kind of thing in the early morning. Every place has its own rules of operation, and he couldn't break it, otherwise it would destroy Wang Shitou, not only the businessman who collected the furs.
If he told Wang Shitou, he would not be willing to sell it for only 80 cents, but would go to a big city to sell it. This would inevitably lead to danger.
It's better to let the fur merchant take it away. At least Wang Shitou is now satisfied with the price, and so is the fur merchant, so why would he bother to be that evil person?
"That's very good. Eighty cents is enough for your family to live for more than half a month." Ling Chen praised.
"It's not enough now. I'm also planning to send my baby to a private school. I need to save more money." Wang Shitou mentioned that his child's face was full of happy smiles.
"Oh? Then the young monk will wish you the best in your family in advance, hahaha." Ling Chen laughed.
"Hehehe, I don't dare to think about that. I'll be very satisfied if my baby can get out of this village." Wang Shitou's face was a little red, but there was still some hope in his eyes.
After all, what parent doesn’t want their children to become talented?
"Let's do this, Donor Wang, just sell the pheasants and mushrooms to the young monk. This will save you the trouble of traveling to several places to sell them." Ling Chen suggested.
"Then it's 30 cents for the pheasant, and I'll give this mushroom as a gift to the little master." Wang Shitou happily agreed.
He stretched out his hand and pulled a few straw poles by the roadside, and bundled the pheasants very quickly. The mushrooms had already been skewered by Wang Shitou and handed to Chen Chen.
"Thirty cash won't work, but Donor Wang, don't shirk it. I'll give you forty cash. I won't give you more." Early morning took out forty cash and handed it to Wang Shitou.
"This..." Wang Shitou rubbed his rough hands on his body. If they were sold according to the market price, although the price of those mushrooms was more than ten yuan, it wouldn't be much more.
But I said I wanted to give it away, but then I asked for money. What happened? But looking at the forty cents, he really wanted it. After all, the children at home also needed money.
After all, if you want to send it to a private school, your husband's Xiū is not a small amount of money. If you give it less, it will inevitably have an impact on your own children.
"What is this? Take it quickly, or I won't buy anything from you in the future." Chen Chen couldn't help but take Wang Shitou's rough big hand and stuffed forty coins into his hand.
"That's a lot...thank you, little master Zhou Cheng." Wang Shitou choked up as he looked at the copper coins in his hand.
Chen Chen sighed inwardly and reached out to pat Wang Shitou on the shoulder. People at the bottom were so simple and kind. Giving him what he deserved would make them very touched.
"Okay, let's go down the mountain." Chen Chen greeted.
"Hey, come on." Wang Shitou raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, and quickly followed Chen Chen's footsteps.
Half an hour later, the two finally arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain.
Looking at the village full of fireworks, Ling Chen felt a little emotional. Such a place was really suitable for retirement, but it was impossible for him.
As the only disciple of Xiaoyao Realm, he is also connected with the demon sect that is the enemy of the whole world. It will be impossible to stop in the future.
Along the way, everyone they met on the road greeted Chen Chen. In this village, there were almost no people who didn't know Chen Chen. He was so fair and good-looking, but he was a monk. It was difficult for them not to remember Chen Chen.
"Little master, is he coming down the mountain again?"
"Have you eaten, little master? Do you want to come to my house for something to eat?"
"Little master, would you like to have a cup of tea?"
There were countless similar words along the way, and everyone was so simple and kind.
Of course, it is not that there are no scoundrels in the village, but generally they will not provoke Ling Chen, because the master and apprentice of Ling Qing have such a good reputation in the village.
If they attack the master and apprentice in the early morning, they may be beaten to death by the villagers, but it will be different if they have a lot of property.
This is also the reason why I didn’t know about Old Monk Wude’s cultivation before, so I didn’t leave too much money to Old Monk Wude in the early morning.
After walking, we arrived at the entrance of Midian.
"Hey, isn't this little master Zhou Cheng? Are you here to buy something?" A little old man came out from behind the counter and said hello.
