"Master Chicken, I'm going out this time, oh..."
That day, Fang Dou got up early and was about to say goodbye to the rooster, but he was pecked and it hurt very much.
It is obvious that Master Chicken doesn't want to visit the house and insists on going into the city with him.
"I want to go and say it clearly, why are you moving hard!"
Fang Dou carried the rice on his back, and this time he had to pay back the money and purchase more supplies.
I haven't had enough firewood recently and I'm about to go buy some, otherwise it would be a problem to boil water and eat.
I usually pick up dead branches, but I cannot meet the needs of eating, drinking and taking a bath.
"Or, buy another hatchet!"
Well, with the kitchen knife and the iron pot, it is already three iron tools.
If the government is strictly managed, it is probably necessary to register it.
No matter which dynasty, iron tools are strictly controlled.
"Master Chicken, you are suffering!"
The rooster raised her head proudly, flew on Fang Dou's shoulder, looking proudly at the road ahead.
It was more than ten miles away, and it was almost light. It usually took half a day to arrive, but the sun had already entered the city before it reached mid-air.
Fang Dou still went to the rice shop to exchange rice for money, and learned that the rice price had risen again.
"How could it be that these days, isn't autumn grain entering the warehouse?"
The shopkeeper of the Mixing store was frowning, "The canal is full of water monsters, and the grain can't be transported. In a few days, it is possible that the grain price will increase by several times!"
He kindly advised Fang Dou, "My little master, don't sell food at home anymore. I think the weather is wrong in recent years and it will not cause a famine. By that time, food is a life-saving thing, but it is more expensive than gold!"
Fang Dou walked out of Mixing, feeling a little heavy.
He went out to sell grain, except for some copper coins, and most of his attempts to use this to see the world and market conditions.
If the food price keeps growing rapidly, the people will have a hard time, and they may be in chaos.
He traveled through time and was better in a wealthy place in Jiangnan. He had no shortage of food and clothing. This was his luck, but if the world was in chaos, he had to face a more sinister environment.
"We must speed up our pace by practicing self-protection!"
Fang Dou went to the Yashang store to inquire about the carpenter. Unfortunately, there was no carpenter to take on the job for the time being.
"Master, please come back. If you have any news, I will definitely find you!"
The shopkeeper of Yaxing said repeatedly.
Fang Dou went to the ready-made garment shop, took the sewn fleece jacket, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into a bamboo basket.
The door of the pharmacy shop was opened, the boss's funeral was cut off, and his son and daughter-in-law opened a shop to do business.
"What are you buying, this little master?"
The materials required for Fangdou report to secret medicine are commonly used medicinal materials, so there is no need to worry about leakage.
Spells are a complete system, without gestures and formulas, and just secret medicines, and they cannot be refined, so they are useless.
"Rhubarb, iron powder, tiger bone..."
Fang Dou estimated and reported seven doses of medicine.
When the new shopkeeper heard this, he showed joy. Several of the medicinal materials, such as tiger bones, were expensive medicinal materials, and some of them were profitable.
When you open a pharmacy shop, you usually have small profits and quick turnovers. The more you can get a big customer, you will be happy for many days.
"Stop waiting for me, little master!"
After a while, a few packed herbs were tied firmly with hemp rope.
"Total forty-five thousand coins!"
The new shopkeeper added, "Silver is fine, forty-five taels!"
Fang Dou's tone was weak, "Can you collect gold?"
The new shopkeeper nodded quickly, "Cache."
As grain prices rise, gold and silver become tight, which store will not bear it!
"My little master, if you have gold, even if you get it, we are not like an official shop, we need to spend money on fire!"
Don’t buy sulfur lime. Since the arrival of Master Chicken, poisonous insects around the temple have swept away, and even an ant can’t be seen.
However, the money saved is as weak as a drop in the bucket compared to the cost of the secret medicine.
"Lack of money!"
Fang Dou couldn't even imagine how many gold and silver it would take to fill in the subsequent sacrifices of the dog spirit.
No wonder the sorcerer in the world is a "poverty" who doesn't do his job and makes money everywhere. His practice is like "poverty"!
The good news is that buying iron pots, kitchen knives and hatchets does not require the government’s approval.
Compared to the secret medicine, the three iron tools combined are only a few thousand yuan, which is far less than the initial pain.
After selling the iron tools, Fang Dou estimated that he still had some surplus of copper coins in his hand, and it was also a burden to stay on his body.
He simply found an incense shop and bought some candles, incense, fruits and pastries to worship the stone statues in the temple.
Speaking of which, from the legal point of view, the owner of the temple where Fang Dou lives is not Guo San, but this stone statue.
The temples and Taoists built by the Buddhist temples and Taoists are nominally worshipped gods and Buddhas, and monks are just servants.
In this way, it is like the tenant automatically becomes the owner without the landlord.
However, daily offerings are related to sincerity and should not be neglected.
...
The farmland stretches out and is located in a broken thatched house. Within hundreds of meters around, there is no second house.
This is the norm in the countryside. Unlike the central villages in later generations, every household is next to each other, and the sound of chickens and dogs is heard.
In this day, it depends entirely on foot strength. Sometimes you have to walk seven or eight miles to reach your own farmland.
Therefore, the gathering of villages is scattered in large farmland, with at least a few thousand meters apart between neighbors.
A stream of smoke rose from the thatched hut, but it was quiet, and there was no sound of chickens crowing.
The dismounted thief stood at the window, looking at the scene outside through the shabby window paper.
The owner of this farmer, a middle-aged farmer, stood blankly at the corner of the wall, at the foot of the house, with a house dog lying in a pool of blood and a pile of chicken feathers.
His wife, a peasant woman with thick hands and feet, had a muddy expression, and was holding a cooked fat chicken and steaming rice beside her, which made the seeds and grains at home.
"It's time to have a meal!"
The thief was hungry even when he dismounted. He occupied the magpie's nest and occupied the house of the farmer in order to hide the constable's pursuit.
The constable in the county government office had a few tough hands, and chased him and fled everywhere.
The thief dismounted and ate and drank, and soon a pile of chicken bones fell under his feet.
"Treat suicide!"
The thief dismounted and gave an order. The farmer walked up to raise the hoe. The woman picked up the kitchen knife and hit her forehead and neck.
The smell of blood filled the entire room.
"The thief is so cruel!"
The hairs of the dismount were standing up. He clearly didn't notice anyone approaching, so where did the owner of the sound come from.
Turning around, he saw an old lady with a kind face, treating her as the farmer's old mother.
"Old lady, you are the old lady in this family!"
The dismounted thief grinned and suddenly shouted, "Let's go!"
This is his unique magic "Soul-killing Drinking". When ordinary people are drunk, they are completely decisive and turn into puppets to mercy.
This farmer was caught in the trap and was tricked into the house by him using the excuse of drinking water. He was so devastated that he was confused.
The farmer and the peasant woman killed the hens who laid their eggs, cooked the seeds and grains for the next year, and let the horses get a full meal. Then they committed suicide obediently, which was simply incredible.
The old lady was "Lang Qi". When he saw this, he admired the harshness of the dismounted thief.
"Soul-Dead Drinking" came towards him and he suddenly laughed.
"Dropping the horse thief, this thing is useless to the man!"
The dismounting spell failed and his footsteps staggered back, with a shocked expression, "Who are you?"
The old lady bent down and straightened up instantly, and spoke in the man's voice, "I, Lang Qi!"
Chapter completed!