Walking to the busy street, he casually sat down on the ground and spread out a few pieces of cloth. Yang Canger began to sell, and told Yingmeng to watch it and then she would sell it.

There were many stalls selling things at that time. If you wanted someone to sell you something, you had to see who could yell. The so-called yelling meant talking nonsense. Of course, you couldn't bullshit. It depended on who could talk well and loudly.

Watching Yang Cang tear his pieces of rags into artifacts that can only be found in the immortal world, Yingmeng repeatedly tried to point out his exaggerations, but he would receive a warning look from the boss, which roughly meant to tell Yingmeng to shut up. Watch.

If you don't understand, don't ask.

"It won't be damaged even in ten or eight years. No matter how wide the face is, no matter how thick the cloth is, the strange fire cannot burn it, the demonic spirit cannot penetrate it, and no sword, no matter how sharp, can move it."

Ying Meng curled her lips, but couldn't help but said, "Is this a cloth head?"

Yang Cang has no time to pay attention to her now. There is a customer who seems to be interested in this piece of cloth.

"Sir, you have good taste. This one is as thin as black hair, but it is extremely warm. It is also not expensive and very affordable. It only costs 28 cents."

"It's just a piece of rag. You're selling it for two cents. It's too expensive. Go cheaper. One cent, or I won't buy it." The red-faced man looked disgusted. If there wasn't a glimmer of greed in his eyes, everything would look real.

The same.

"This is not good, sir. For a small business, just give me half the price."

.What a loss. The customer knows at first glance that he knows the goods. Look, you are so handsome and handsome, paired with this black cloth of mine, it can better reflect your nobility. Look at this lining, if it is placed in a serious store

. I’m afraid it will cost one tael of silver. Let’s do this, I’ll give you a dime, and you’ll pay two cents and seven cents.”

Yingmeng just watched the two of them, going back and forth like this, and finally settled the deal for two cents and a half. Yingmeng was actually quite curious. How could Yang Cang tell a big man with a face full of embarrassment that he had a noble face?

He was handsome and handsome. The red-faced man clearly looked down on Yang Cang, but he kept praising him for his wit and intelligence. Yang Cang kept saying that he had lost money, but he gave in again and again. Unknowingly, Yingmeng asked the doubts in his heart.

"You think I lost money. It should be clear where this piece of cloth came from. I spent two and a half cents without spending a penny. How could I lose money? Similarly, for him, he didn't lose money either. This piece of cloth

I can indeed sell one or two. After all, this is not a serious store. If he also feels that he is getting a bargain, and I am getting a bargain, wouldn't it be good? Why should it be exposed? Plus, there are people carrying people in sedan chairs.

Praising him a few words will make him give me more money, and he praising me a few words will make me happy. This is mutual benefit! Just say a few words? What can I do?" Yang Cang counted the money he earned.

, said with a matter-of-fact expression. "This is how the world is. If you can get benefits by following the rules, why challenge the rules that have been determined?"

Ying Meng: “But cultivation doesn’t just mean going against nature and breaking the rules.

Is it regulated?"

Yang Cang: "Pfft. The heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. All living beings follow the rules. The laws of heaven are the most basic elements of the world. Only by catering to fate and obeying the laws of heaven can we be on the right track. Cultivation is just lingering under the rules.

This is a way to make yourself look better when you are alive." He seemed to have remembered something, and moved his eyes to the distance, saying in a sighing and helpless tone. "People always like to rationalize all their actions and put on a noble spirit.

.In fact, isn’t it all about living a good-looking life? If cultivation goes against the rules, then why can it exist? The fairy world monopolizes the way of cultivation and all knowledge. It is contradictory to say that everything has a certain number and at the same time ask people to break this certain number.

, how ridiculous! The so-called immortals are just people who love vanity and covet fame. They are still driven by greed after all. How can such filthy people deserve the title of immortal! Today's immortal world is no longer the pure land that everyone yearns for.

Already."

Yingmeng had to admit that what he said made sense. Yingmeng was not a person who only accepted death. Just like this, she watched Yang Cang casually set the price for the cloth. When she saw a man in a brocade dress and a jade robe, she quoted a high price.

Seeing the tattered clothes, he gave others pieces of cloth for free. Everyone was very happy along the way. Everyone seemed to have a different psychological price for the same piece of cloth. For Yang Cang, the cloth did not cost him a penny.
Chapter completed!