In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

Chapter 10 The warmth of the world

 “Uncle Xiang!”

 “You haven’t been here for a long time!”

 Chen Yongxiang instantly showed a hearty smile and turned his eyes to the bamboo basket behind Chen Lin:

“Did you find good goods in the mountains and bring business to Uncle Xiang?”

 “Take it off quickly and let me open my eyes!”

Chen Yongxiang stretched out his hand and took the initiative to help unload the backpack to the ground.

 Then Chen Lin opened the lid himself.

 A mass of yellow and white stuff intertwined in front of the eyes.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　!

 Chen Yongxiang opened his eyelids and couldn't help but exclaimed.

 It’s not that I’m amazed at what’s so strange about these snakes, but…

 “You are so lucky, boy!”

“This thing starts hibernating before winter, and has to sleep until the spring equinox before waking up. During this period, it hides in a hole, and when it is covered with heavy snow, no trace can be seen..."

“I hid so well, but you caught me all at once!”

 Several hunters who came to sell goods heard it and also poked their heads over.

 “Tsk tsk, little brother, you are really lucky. Ordinary people can’t touch the snake’s nest in winter!”

"There must be ten of them here, but it's a pity that they are yellow flowers. If you take out a drug den, it will be worth your money!"

"That's enough. I set dozens of traps in the mountains, and I only got three snow rabbits... maybe they are not as valuable as this nest of snakes..."

 Everyone looked at him with surprise.

Chen Lin was calm and calm, and just smiled:

"Today is a day for God to reward me with food. I didn't get much from going into the mountains. But when I was about to kick the tree down, it turned over and exposed a snake mouth to me... Since I am very angry today, Uncle Xiang will give me a fair price. So that I can prosper to the end!"

“Definitely! When has Uncle Xiang ever harmed you?”

 Chen Yongxiang looked at the bamboo basket, "Although winter snakes are rare, it's a pity that autumn snakes are fatter. I don't think there are any particularly big ones here, so I won't weigh them and charge them at ten yuan each."

 “What do you think of Ah Lin?”

Chen Lin cupped his hands and smiled: "Uncle Xiang is fair!"

Brown rice in the city sells for eight cents a pound.

 It is the second day of the twelfth lunar month.

This snake has almost survived the winter and has almost lost all its fat. It is also the most common snake species. The price is indeed appropriate, neither more nor less.

“As long as you think it’s appropriate, Ah Lin, I’ll take your nest of snakes into my pocket today, and let me, my uncle, have a chance to get a taste of your luck~~”

When Uncle Xiang finished speaking, he began to sing a dramatic tune, walked twice around the bamboo basket, and then stretched out his hand to grab the snake in the basket.

　　It seems like I really grabbed something.

 Everyone around him knew that he was a theater fan, he loved going to the theater and was superstitious, so they all clapped their hands and applauded him.

Once Chen Yongxiang had settled down, he bowed his hands to several old acquaintances and said:

“Everyone, my nephew is very lucky today. As an uncle, I don’t dare to neglect him. I’d like to thank you for your patience. I will definitely give you a price that everyone is satisfied with...”

Hunters naturally had no objection, and they all smiled and watched Chen Yongxiang counting coins behind the counter.

 Soon, there were enough copper coins.

 Chen Yongxiang helped wrap it with oil paper, and specially put red paper on the seal. Then he took it to the mountain **** statue and bowed three times, chanting some blessing words.

 Lastly, it was handed to Chen Lin.

"Alin, if you believe Uncle Xiang, you don't need to open the points anymore. Just put the money away and go out to find a place near the mountains and rivers to open it alone. In this way, your life will be prosperous in the future. It’s getting more and more prosperous!”

“Of course I can trust Uncle Xiang.”

Chen Lin is not surprised by this blessing ceremony.

He took the bulging oil paper bag with a smile, put it into the bamboo basket, said a few words of thanks, and then waved goodbye to Uncle Xiang.

Chen Yongxiang walked to the door to see him off, and after a while he turned back and immediately apologized.

 “Thank you for your understanding for keeping me waiting.”

"Oh, my nephew used to be a hard-luck man. He had a father who wanted to gamble before he died. He was dragged down for nothing and the family fortune was ruined... I am really happy to see him today with good fortune, as if he is about to jump out of the sea of ​​misery. !”

“Oh? Is it the child left behind by Chen Bazhi?”

 “It turns out it’s him, he is indeed a poor boy...”

Several hunters in the shop couldn't help but sigh.

 Speaking of Chen Lin's name, few people know it.

But if you say "the kid who died recently and had his fingers broken off and was a gambler", many people in the mountain city will know him.

 …

 …

 Out of the shop. Not far away is the well in Shanshi.

Chen Lin carried the bamboo basket and walked to the edge of the well. Looking up, he could see the top of Xiaojin Mountain in the distance, and then opened the lid of the bamboo basket.

In addition to the oil paper bag containing copper coins, there was also a yellow snake frozen into a popsicle.

He only sold nine out of ten snakes, leaving one to take back to the little radish next door as the cost of renting the backpack.

 Open the copper wallet and do a rough count.

 Chen Lin found that the quantity was wrong.

 It’s not less, but more.

 Sold nine snakes, which should have been ninety pieces of money.

However, there were a full 108 large coins in the oil paper bag, and they were specially strung with red rope into twelve strings of nine coins each.

 “Uncle Xiang is interested.”

 Chen Lin felt warm in his heart and took out a few strings of money to buy some daily necessities.

 The family is too poor now!

He didn't even have a bowl, so he ate from a clay pot and cut out the chopsticks himself.

And now the clay pot will be used to hold the blood ink for drawing spells.

 It can be said that there are no people left to eat.

 There are also groceries sold in the mountain market.

 Chen Lin found a store and spent dozens of dollars to buy a set of pottery bowls, plates, spoons and chopsticks, which also came with a small pottery pot with a lid.

 Then I bought another pair of cloth shoes, a new basket, and a small bag of soy sauce.

 Those items that cannot fit in the backpack, or are difficult to fit, are carried in the hands.

 “Money is like running water, if you can’t hold it, you will soon be out of money.”

Chen Lin couldn't help but sigh.

 Then I went to a store and asked about the price of talisman materials.

 Don't think about the talisman, there must be no monks here.

 Chen Lin asked about the price of cinnabar.

Then…

　　“Nah! One tael of cinnabar and one tael of silver, even if it’s of inferior quality, it starts at three hundred cents!”

 “I’d better continue to use animal blood!”

How Chen Lin entered the store is how he came out.

 He carried many items and wandered around the mountain market.

I don’t have much money in my pocket anymore, so I just watch the fun.

 A rare moment of leisure today.

 Suddenly I saw another butcher's shop, and the business was quite prosperous.

 Go up and ask about the price.

“…deer meat is thirty cents per pound, mutton is one hundred and twenty cents, beef is one hundred cents…”

 "Collect the meat? If you don't want to collect it, don't collect it!"

The butcher was quite impatient. When he saw that Chen Lin was not here to buy meat, he immediately ignored him.

Chen Lin was about to leave when his eyes suddenly locked.

Seeing several carriages driving in from the other end of the mountain market, the flag with the word "He" was flying, and the slaves at the front of the carriages were waving their whips and shouting.

The clerks from the shops on both sides hurriedly moved out the goods in front of their houses to make way for the carriage.

In just a few seconds, the market became chaotic inside and outside.

I saw this strangely familiar scene.

 Chen Lin's eyes flashed.

 “Why is this birdman here?”

He recognized the carriage, and the person sitting in it was the young master of the He family who wanted to celebrate with gongs and drums after he had caught a prey.

Knocked off thirty kilograms of his flesh.

But I didn’t see Chen Xiangyuan.

 Perhaps he is also in the carriage?

  The signing information has been submitted. You can take advantage of the fact that there are few people and make an investment. Thank you.

 (End of this chapter)