Compared with Zhang Heng's leisurely watching the wind and clouds, watching the water calmly.
Hua Rou was not happy at all.
Six hours was really too long, and there was no way she could buy enough time to copy the talent of her old uncle.
This is a small dried fish placed in a glass cabinet.
The pain that can be seen but cannot be eaten.
Hua Rou couldn't help but think that it would be better if she were five or six years old.
Acting cute and coquettish, I went to my great-uncle's room to sleep on the pretext that I wanted to listen to a story at night.
pity.
She is not a child of five or six years old, but fifteen or sixteen, which is embarrassing.
"Express report, express report..."
It is ten miles from Liujiabao to the town.
The journey is not far and we arrived in more than half an hour.
Arrived in town.
Zhang Heng led Hua Rou to the medicine walk, and saw a flying horse coming to report, shouting: "The Immortal Master of the Huangshi Sect has an order. In half a month, the Immortal Ascension Ceremony will be held in Zehu. All the people of the Huangshi Mansion, from the 12th to the 16th of the year, will
Anyone over the age of 10 can sign up to participate, and those selected are all disciples of the Immortal Sect."
The messenger in blue rides a fast horse.
He ran across the street and posted the letter on the crossroads.
Listening to his words, people on the street started talking a lot: "Didn't the immortal elders of Huangshi Sect just hold the Immortal Ascension Dharma Conference last year?"
"Yes, the Ascension Dharma Conference is held once every three years. It was only held last year. Why is it coming again this year?"
"You don't know this, right? The immortals of Huangshi Sect are competing with Qingshui Sect for a mine. It is said that the group of disciples recruited last year were attacked by Qingshui Sect halfway, and most of the young immortals were kidnapped.
."
"Taken away, why do you sound like a bandit?"
"I don't want to live anymore, even the immortal master dares to talk about it."
"Hey, aren't you happy? Last year when the immortal masters recruited disciples, they also required them to be able to read and write, but this time they don't have to."
Each major immortal sect recruits disciples within its territory.
Generally, in addition to age requirements, there are also requirements for literacy.
It doesn’t take much, just know three hundred characters.
If you don't even know the words, what will you learn when you get to the sect?
Therefore, for ordinary people, the recruitment of disciples by the Immortal Sect has nothing to do with them.
Those who benefited were those nobles who had enough money to pay for their disciples to study and gain enlightenment. At worst, they were wealthy families who could run a small business at home, or who had ten acres of fertile land and could attend a private school.
For people like the Hua family who don't even have enough to eat, they naturally don't expect to be able to study.
In the same way, if you don't know a single person, the sect won't want you.
"Huangshi Sect!"
I heard people talking around me.
Zhang Heng thought about it for a while, and found out that the Huangshi Sect and the Qingshui Sect seemed to be subordinate branches of the Qingyun Sect.
Among them, Qingyun Sect occupies Anba County and is the overlord with a radius of thousands of miles.
The Huangshi Sect and the Qingshui Sect were the little overlords who surrendered to the Qingyun Sect and occupied the entire government.
It's just that as a sect, even if it's a subordinate sect in the same camp, friction is inevitable when they are close.
Huangshi Sect and Qingshui Sect would fight every once in a while.
After calling back and forth, two words could not be avoided...interest.
"Every bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit."
The major forces in Zhendingjie are divided into five levels: country, state, county, prefecture and county.
The sect that occupies the county.
Basically, it is a small sect that has lost its Immortal Patriarch and is heading towards loneliness.
Up.
Sects at the county level, such as Qingyun Sect, must have immortals to guard them.
Further up.
Immortal sects at the state level need to be guarded by earth immortals in order to control a state.
At the national level, for big countries like Qin, Chu, Qi, Yan, Zhao, Wei, and Han, the existence of non-celestial beings is not enough to suppress the foundation.
For example, in the Jin State when the Jade Ax Patriarch was still there, the Fengling Sect was on duty as the leader.
Unfortunately.
After the reincarnation of Master Jade Ax, Fengling Sect quickly fell apart.
The Jin Kingdom, the former overlord of the princes, was also divided into three parts due to this influence, and became the current three kingdoms of Zhao, Wei, and Han. These are the three Jin kingdoms that truly define the boundary.
"Ascension Ceremony!"
Zhang Heng simply understood the situation and was not interested in the so-called Immortal Ascension Ceremony.
Hua Rou is different.
When I heard the words "Ascension to Immortality Ceremony", I immediately cheered up and thought to myself: "Ascension to Immortality Ceremony is a ceremony specially used to select disciples for the Immortal Sect. It is expected that all the young talents in Huangshi County will participate, and everyone will gather here.
, I’m afraid there are many people with various cultivation talents. If I can go too..."
Although Zhang Heng is the great uncle of Treasure.
But from Hua Rou's point of view, she can see Zhang Heng's talent, but she can't eat it.
The Immortal Ascension Ceremony is different.
When there are more people, there will definitely be people with different talents.
If only I could go for a spin.
If you copy some basic, intermediate, and even advanced cultivation talents, you will benefit a lot.
"It's just this time..."
I thought that the Immortal Ascension Ceremony would be held in half a month.
Hua Rou couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Zehu is hundreds of miles away from Liujiabao. It is said that the poor family has a rich road, and it will probably cost a lot of money to get there.
Look at the ginseng in my arms.
The money should be enough, but how can she get her family to support her to participate?
You must know that in the eyes of her family, she is just a child who has not grown up.
In the minds of ordinary people, those who can attend the Immortal Ascension Ceremony are all the children of landlords, which most people would not dare to think about.
A few years ago.
Mr. Liu in Liujiabao invited escorts and escorted the young master from Liujiabao to attend.
Not to mention the high cost, he was not selected in the end. Everyone in the fort laughed at him for a while: "Mr. Liu is really blinded by lard. He spent hundreds of taels of silver on this trip, which was enough to buy twenty acres of good land."
It's all in vain.'
Hua Rou thought that if she went by herself, it wouldn't cost more than a hundred taels of silver.
It's a simple journey in a light car, and you don't need a bodyguard to escort you. Twenty or thirty taels are enough.
But for country people, twenty or thirty taels is not a small amount.
The Hua family rarely sees a few strings of money throughout the year, so the family may not support her luxury.
Same reason.
Without the support and escort of her family, it would be unreliable for a fifteen-year-old girl to walk hundreds of miles to Zehu to attend the Immortality Ceremony. She might die on the way.
"What are you thinking about?"
Standing at the door of the medicine store, Zhang Heng called out to Hua Rou, who was a little distracted.
Hua Rou came back to her senses, looked at the medicine store's sign, and hurriedly offered the ginseng in her arms: "Uncle, can this ginseng be sold for fifty taels of silver?"
"Roughly the same."
Zhang Heng couldn't be sure, after all, the mustached monk had no concept of the value of ginseng.
But thinking about it, wild ginseng that is thirty to fifty years old should still have some value.
as expected.
After entering the medicine store and explaining his purpose, the shopkeeper took the ginseng, looked at Zhang Heng and his wife's outfits, and said in a deep voice: "Forty taels."
"Low."
Although Zhang Heng didn’t know the price of ginseng.
But for the first price, it’s definitely true that it’s too low.
"It's not low anymore. If you look at the beard, it's obvious that you didn't dig it well. The fibrous roots were damaged and the quality is gone."
"The quality of the ginseng determines the price. And if you look at the leaves, they are yellow and obviously have been eaten by insects. I'm sure the ginseng has also been gnawed by insects. The price is no longer worth it."
The shopkeeper held the ginseng as if it were a radish and spoke all kinds of disparaging words.
At the end of the sentence, he even said: "Our Baozhai Medicine Store is the largest medicine store in the town, and the prices are also the most reasonable. If you don't believe me, just take it out. I guarantee you can take it to the county and there will be nothing else."
No other medicine store can pay this price."
Zhang Heng looked deeply at the shopkeeper.
How can I not understand that if I take away the ginseng, I will go back to Baozhai Medicine Store to say hello to the colleagues around me and severely suppress their prices.
Here, I can give you forty taels.
When I went to the second store, the price was thirty-five taels.
The third one is thirty taels.
If you don't sell it, the more stores you switch to, the more it will fall.
No guarantee, a good ginseng can give you a bargain price. This trick is still used by pharmacies in later generations.
"Fifty taels, I won't look at the second one."
Zhang Heng thought, unless he met someone who was eager to buy ginseng.
Otherwise, if they have ginseng in their hands, fifty taels should be the highest price.
After all, they are not insiders, so it is normal for them to be pressured.
This is like the antique trade in later generations. Old objects can be sold for 100,000 in the hands of experts, but at most 10,000 in your hands.
Nothing else.
You have no customers.
Whether something is good depends on who owns it. If you don't know how to do it, you won't be able to sell it at a high price.
"Okay, considering how old you are, I will keep your things, so you don't have to run away. Whether you suffer a loss or make a profit, I will accept it."
If you get a bargain, you must sell well.
The shopkeeper accepted the things with difficulty and reluctantly handed over the banknote.
With that expression, those who didn't know it thought he had suffered a loss.
"What a businessman."
Zhang Heng handed the banknote to Hua Rou: "Let's go. The other rows are like mountains. We have the things in our hands. If you say ginseng, it will be ginseng. If you say radish, it will be radish. It's not a loss."
Like many people, it is impossible to sell ginseng for millions.
Gold has a price, but ginseng has a price.
If you open your mouth and give you millions, why doesn’t the world revolve around you?
Hua Rou seemed to understand but not quite.
I just feel that I have benefited a lot.
Before returning
Hua Rou took Zhang Heng and went to the market to buy cloth, salt, pork, chickens, a puppy, and a lot of things.
By the way, I also bought a leather jacket for Zhang Heng, and said with a smile: "Uncle, it's cold, this is to honor you."
Zhang Heng's eyes became softer and softer.
It's not that he needs this fur coat, but he enjoys the feeling of being filial to others.
then.
Xu Zhenren probably had the same feeling about him.