He handed a handful of oily copper coins to the ruffian.
The street gangster weighed the protection money in his hand and was deeply satisfied. He had to be discerning in this business. It was the duty of a gangster to bully the weak and fear the strong. There was no shame in bullying the weak. The ruffian positioned himself very accurately. Although bullying women and children was shameful, there was no risk.
"Very good. If anyone dares to bully you two, just call me. I, Zhang Mazi, will protect you!"
There was a thumping sound on the chest covered with black hair.
"Zhizhi~Cover us~"
The monkey is jumping around happily and enjoys paying the protection fee. It’s just a handful of coppers. If you dig a piece of copper ore and give it to Bailong, you can make a lot of it. You can’t spend it all every day. Monkey I only saw Bailong throwing copper coins out and occasionally spending silver, but I didn't see him consuming gold and jewelry at all.
Bai Yujun was sitting on a bamboo bench and lighting a fire carelessly.
His eyes scanned the tall golden palace a few streets away.
The gray monkey's paw built a pergola and followed the eyes of his companions. He also saw the splendid palace. You couldn't tell what was good about it. It was definitely different from the caves and caves in the woods.
"Bai, let's fight in! You will be the emperor and I will be the general!"
"Emperor? I'm not interested. I just want to go to the Imperial Palace Library to have a look. I've been searching for a long time but haven't found any useful clues. It really doesn't work... I'll go to the Cultivation Sect to have a look."
Hearing this, the monkey scratched his head.
"Zhi, I'll help you find it. If you can't find it, grab it!"
"Thanks."
"Zhizhizhi~"
The two beasts who set up a stall selling snacks lived a heartless life. They ate when they were hungry and drank when they were thirsty. They hid in the city and pursued their dreams and future step by step. They had a stove and two benches and sat on the roadside basking in the sun. Make it a day.
Arrangements were made for monkeys to go into the mountains to collect a bunch of walnuts. Bai Yujun went to buy half a basket of peanuts and a pack of sesame seeds.
Passers-by saw a little boy squatting next to the stove and drooling, not moving at all, while a girl with freckles in coarse clothes cracked walnuts on the stove and took out the kernels easily.
The aroma of roasted walnut kernels makes the monkey brain stop spinning.
Bang bang bang...
Crush it on the stone slab, put it in a big white porcelain bowl, and slap away the monkey's paw that wants to eat it.
Rolling up his sleeves and wiping the non-existent sweat on his forehead, Bai Yujun wrapped his long hair with a white cloth. Bai Yujun brought peanuts and sat by the fire to deftly peel them. He could also take care of the fire. Peanut shells fell all over the floor, and monkeys stepped on them. Click.
They are all small peanuts with two kernels. Although the varieties are old, they have a real peanut flavor.
Then stir-fry the peeled peanuts in a small iron pot until they are brown and fragrant. As usual, they are crushed with slates and stones and put into a large porcelain bowl. At this time, a certain monkey can no longer walk at all. It is estimated that the monkey brain kernels I was surprised that walnuts and peanuts turned out to be so fragrant, and I almost gave up on sweet peaches.
Quickly sauté the sesame seeds and stir in the walnuts and peanuts.
Go to the bun shop next door to buy a pot of noodles, put the fillings into the dough with cane sugar, and bake it over a fire. In fact, baking the dough over charcoal fire is a simple method and can also release the aroma of the noodles. It has its own merits compared to steaming.
Finally, there is some peanuts left. Boil the sucrose and put the peanuts in. Add condiments to make frosted peanuts.
The setting sun burns into the clouds at dusk.
Turn on the stove and take out the browned dough to cool down and fragrant.
I left most of the monkey with a few to satisfy his craving. The monkey couldn't wait to grab the simple dessert and stuff it into his mouth. He was so satisfied with the food that he licked his fingers while holding the food in his two paws...
Bai Yujun slowly chewed candied peanuts with her little mouth, looking at the golden palaces under the setting sun.
"Brother Monkey."
"Hmmmm~"
The monkey slurred his words with his mouth full of sweet dough.
"Tonight I will teach you how to be a real thief. Remember, don't embarrass yourself for the so-called false reputation. Everything you say about failure in life is bullshit. The farts of successful people are all truth. It doesn't matter if you are a thief. As long as you can achieve your goal, it doesn't matter. For better or for worse.”
"Hmm, that's right!"
"I hope the library here won't disappoint me..."
The beautiful eyes blinked and turned their talents, and gradually the wind began to rise. The sudden change in the weather surprised many practitioners, but they did not find any evil spirits at work. They thought it was an unexpected storm, and tonight might be a cool and rainy night.
The freckled girl looked up to the sky.
"It's going to rain..."
Pedestrians hurried on the street, looking for shelter from the rain.
In ancient times, you might catch an illness and die if you got caught in the rain. Suddenly, a certain Bai had an idea.
He quickly put away the stove and replaced it with a paving frame, then placed nine paper umbrellas.
"Selling umbrellas~High-quality oil-paper umbrellas made by craftsmen~Thousand-year-old reputation is trustworthy~"
Business opportunities are everywhere, it depends on whether you can seize them. You can sell umbrellas on rainy days or roast sweet potatoes on sunny days or sell cotton on snowy days. If you have a stiff head, you have to beg. Even if you beg, you will not find an opportunity to stand up and sell yourself. God always favors those who are good at discovering hard work. There is no way to become a rich dragon. Of course, small business must be flexible.
"You can walk by or pass by, but you can't miss it. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
Soon an elegant passerby came up to ask about the price.
After all, we can't let people who read wearing long gowns and holding folding fans wear bamboo hats and straw hats. One monkey and a country bumpkin in the world are enough. Others still care about image.
"This paper umbrella of yours is really exquisite, and it's a wonderful work of art. It's a pity that it's just a rain cover. How much does it cost?"
"Not expensive, not expensive, a handful of gold."
"..."
The elegant scholar turned and walked away.
If ten taels of silver can still be used to buy a handful for the sake of sophistication, but ten taels of gold is purely blackmail. Even the beggars in Fushou Cave don't dare to talk about gold, so they actually price it at ten taels of gold?
Moubai shrugged, it was his life. If he sold someone else one tael of silver, he would have to sell him ten taels of gold.
Not surprisingly, there was no income before nightfall.
A dragon and a monkey ran to the City God's Temple to take shelter from the rain. Word of mouth spread that this place gradually became a place where the ghosts of the dead were collected. Even beggars did not want to live there. Ordinary monks did not want to quarrel with these little gods. They stayed far away. The beast came to stay overnight in a carefree manner, not taking the ghost soldiers seriously at all.
The city god was frightened and hurriedly called on the ghost soldiers to run to the backyard without making a sound.
Ordinary demons and ghosts do not want to provoke the city god, but no one who dares to provoke is easy to provoke.
The souls of the deceased hide in shadowed corners and tremble in fear, the monkey squats on a bench and scratches his ears and cheeks, and Bai Yujun sews the hood of his windbreaker by the candlelight of the altar table. As a thief, his image must be impressive.
The monkeys grabbed the fruits on the altar and gnawed them.
Click~
My mouth is full of sweet juice, but I always feel that it is not as delicious as the baked stuffing dough.
Staring at Bai Long who was sewing carefully under the candlelight, he suddenly felt that it was so good to have a friend. He traveled through the rivers and lakes in the wind and rain. Even if he died one day, he would still have friends to help collect the body and take it back to his hometown. The fallen leaves of Shiwan Mountain are returned to their roots...
He raised his hand and waved it, and the black coarse cloth hooded windbreaker was ready. It was very small and fit the figure of a monkey.
"Try it on. Your armor lacks materials and it will take some time."
"Zhi~Get dressed~"
I grabbed my clothes and put them on. I felt that they were a little crooked, so I adjusted them and put on the hood.
Touching his lower back, the monkey's paw took out a needle from his clothes...
"squeak?"
"This... do you believe it when I say it was an accident..."
