Chapter 15 Third Floor

Style: Fantasy Author: Big fat guy who eats fishWords: 2218Update Time: 24/02/20 08:58:39
"What a long line."

After taking the money and going to the rice shop, Zhou Shan saw a long queue in front of every rice shop.

Moreover, the price of rice changes from time to time.

When Zhou Shan first arrived, the price of polished rice had already risen to sixteen cents per catty, and while he was waiting in line, it had risen from sixteen cents to seventeen cents.

Everyone is buying hundreds of kilograms, and it looks like it will continue to rise.

On the other hand, the owner of the rice shop smiled broadly.

All the rice shop owners immediately had carts of polished rice brought from the warehouse. Looking at the long queue, the smiles on their faces never disappeared since they appeared.

For rice merchants like them, the imperial court can make a lot of money by collecting grain.

The only pity is that the news came too suddenly. People sent by the court went directly to the county government to issue orders, otherwise they could have stocked up on more polished rice in advance.

But it doesn’t matter even if all the polished rice stored in the warehouse is sold out.

At least half of the rice sold will be back in their hands in ten days.

Because the amount of polished rice collected in the grain requisition announcement issued by the county government was doubled compared to the original amount of the imperial court.

The local government has always operated this way when collecting grain.

At that time, the excess polished rice will be sold back to various rice merchants in the city at the market price before the price increase. They, the rice merchants, dare not not buy it, but even so, they still make money.

However, the court officials were doing business without any capital at all, and they did not need to pay any capital at all, and their methods of making money were much better than those of them, businessmen, gangs, and squires.

They come based on the policies formulated by the court. Businessmen, gangs, local squires, etc. make money from ordinary people, while these officials make money from businessmen, gangs, and local squires.

But after all, the wool still comes from the sheep, and it is the people who suffer in the end.

"Bring me four hundred kilograms of polished rice."

After a while, it was Zhou Shan's turn.

He only needed to hand over 120 kilograms of polished rice, but he wanted to buy more just to be prepared.

The price of rice will not drop in the short term.

"Twenty cents per catty, four hundred catties for a total of eight thousand cents."

The rice shop guy said.

At this moment, the price of polished rice has increased to 20 cents per pound.

Zhou Shan didn't waste any time. He took out eight pieces of money and handed it to the rice shop clerk. Then he went to the side and received four bags of rice.

Every bag of rice was weighed on a scale, weighing one hundred kilograms, and Zhou Shan also opened the rice bag and checked carefully to confirm that it was filled with polished rice. Once he left the rice shop, if he found that the rice was not polished or was missing a pound, the rice shop owner would naturally not admit.

"This little brother, do you need someone to carry the rice?"

"A bag of rice costs 100 kilograms. If you go to a nearby street, you can carry it home for only ten cents."

There was only one person in Zhoushan, but he bought four hundred kilograms of rice. The coolie waiting aside saw the opportunity and immediately stepped forward.

"No need, I can handle it myself."

As he spoke, Zhou Shan grabbed two bags of rice with his left and right hands, picked them up, and then carried them on his shoulders.

In this month, the Turtle Breath Technique he practiced has broken through from the second level to the third level. His energy and blood have increased several times compared to before, and his physical fitness and strength have also been greatly improved.

With the blessing of Qi and blood, it was easy for him to lift two hundred kilograms of polished rice with one hand.

Carrying four hundred kilograms of polished rice on his shoulders was nothing to Zhou Shan.

Moreover, when the Turtle Breathing Technique has reached the third level, Zhou Shan does not need to deliberately perform the postures in the Turtle Breathing Technique. Every exhalation and inhalation can affect the qi and blood of the whole body, forming a circulation in the body.

If he could reach the fourth level, then he would have truly mastered the true meaning of 'Turtle Breath'. Even while sleeping, he could slowly transport Qi and blood and use Qi and blood to nourish the body.

"It's so strong. It's so easy to lift two hundred kilograms of polished rice with one hand."

"Ordinary people don't have such great strength. Only quasi-warriors who have reached the blood-strengthening level can have such strength."

"A quasi-warrior at the strong blood level!"

Zhou Shan carried 400 kilograms of polished rice alone, which aroused some comments from people around him.

For ordinary people, even if they gritted their teeth and carried a load of 400 kilograms of polished rice, it would be difficult for them to move. Under normal circumstances, being able to walk with a load of 200 kilograms is very impressive.

But Zhou Shan walked steadily and there was no trace of reluctance on his face.

This is extraordinary.

"That's... Zhou Shan."

"That's right, it's Zhou Shan, the son of the old Zhou family."

"Xiao Shan is not only a good fisherman, but also a quasi-martial artist?"

"..."

At this time, the fishermen who came to buy rice in Guyu Street also recognized Zhou Shan, and they were all extremely surprised.

In the inner city of Baisha County, a quasi-martialist at the strong blood level is nothing, but in the outer city, especially in the shanty towns, a quasi-martialist is already above everyone else, and no one dares to provoke them.

"Xiaoshan, have you become a quasi-warrior?"

Seeing Zhou Shan approaching, a fisherman couldn't help but asked curiously.

"I didn't have money to go to a martial arts school to practice, so I bought martial arts secret books and practiced on my own. Unexpectedly, I actually sensed the qi and blood, and then transferred the qi and blood according to the skills to warm and nourish my body. Recently, I feel that my strength has greatly increased."

Zhou Shan smiled and said.

"I practiced by myself and sensed the energy and blood."

"Self taught?!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone had different expressions.

Practicing martial arts is a way that ordinary people can see and feel to get ahead.

Everyone wants to become a master by practicing martial arts.

However, even if they pay high tuition to join a martial arts school and have their masters conduct 'qi transmission', there are only a few people who can sense their qi and blood within a month.

It can be seen that in addition to having money, practicing martial arts also requires basic qualifications.

Self-taught, it seems that such a person should not appear in a shantytown.

Tortoises are raised in shallow water. Is it possible that a 'dragon' will appear in the shanty town this time?

"Xiao Shan is promising. He might become a warrior master in the future."

"If you really become a warrior, don't forget us neighbors."

"Yes, yes, if you really become a master of martial arts, Xiaoshan can open a martial arts gym in the shanty town, and I will let my son learn martial arts from you. Then you can make it cheaper for us."

"..."

A fisherman living in the ancient fishing street spoke one after another.

"Becoming a warrior is not so easy."

Zhou Shan said modestly.

This time, I want to let everyone know that he has practiced martial arts and has become a quasi-martial artist. This is also to give everyone a vaccination in advance so that everyone can be mentally prepared, because he will be earning five or six hundred cash a day.

A good fisherman can earn two hundred coins a day. If he earns five or six hundred coins a day, it will arouse the covetousness of some people and make people have extravagant thoughts. But if he is a quasi-martial artist, he can earn five or six hundred coins a day. The income of pennies.

If you want to fight against the autumn wind, you must first consider whether you have the strength.