After hearing Fang Chang's question, Zhu Gui organized his thoughts and said:
"This is the kind of boss who used to purchase most of the goods in the store from others.
Such as incense candles, paper money, incense, etc.
They sell things to the old boss at a relatively low price, and the old boss sells them to those who need them at a higher price.
Only the materials for the paper figures were obtained by the old boss who specifically went to contact outside the city.
I just checked the purchase records in the store and asked several owners of the store next door. They all said that people used to bring bamboos to the old boss every month.
The last time someone came over, we had to wait for a long time, but boss you didn't open the door, so they left again.
But they left a message saying they would come again next month.
I calculated the time and it should be within the next few days.
In addition, the old boss specially hired someone to customize the paper used for the paper figures, a craftsman named Xia Wu, who specializes in making paper."
Fang Chang nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Do you know where the man named Xia Wu lives?"
Zhu Guidao: "Well, I have found out clearly that Xia Wu lives at No. 36 Baihua Street in the south of the city.
But I heard that although he is very skilled, he also has a weird temper. Not everyone who goes to him to buy paper will sell it.
But boss, you have the relationship with the old boss, so it shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Fang Chang was very satisfied that Zhu Gui could find out so many things in such a short period of time. Although there were records and clues left by his father, it was enough to prove his ability.
Speaking of which, if the materials hadn't been used up, Fang Chang wouldn't have known that the low-quality materials he thought could only be used to make disposable puppets could be so extraordinary.
It's not like he hasn't tried using other materials in the past two days, but without exception, they can't carry his power.
Either it explodes directly, or it catches fire, wasting his hard-to-recover mana.
In the end, he had no choice but to use the identification technique twice.
Finally got the answer I wanted.
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[Slightly spiritual bamboo slices]
[Introduction: Ordinary green bamboos that grow in the mountains are baptized by spiritual energy and are tainted with a little spiritual energy. 】
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【Special paper】
[Introduction: Specially treated paper can be used to carry some strange energy. Is there a possibility that it is not used for writing?]
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As for other auxiliary items such as paint, brushes, and cutters.
Fang Chang didn't waste any more effort.
Because he has tried that as long as he has a complete skeleton and skin, he can create a puppet even if nothing else is used.
It just doesn't look good.
"Well, if someone brings bamboo next time, you can keep him first. As for Xia Wu, I will go find him myself later." Fang Chang explained.
Nowadays, the way he can gain the most experience is by making puppets, so the problem of materials must be solved as soon as possible.
But he had a hunch.
That Xia Wu might bring something a little different to his peaceful life.
For example, he has always been wary of and longed for the world of cultivation.
He didn't believe that a person who could create paper capable of carrying magic power would be an ordinary person.
For a while, even the braised pork on the plate lost its aroma.
In fact, Fang Chang didn't want to get involved in the world of cultivation so early because it was too mysterious and dangerous.
Having experienced it in "Immortals and Demons", he is well aware of the dangers of the world of cultivation.
It's just that he was a player at the time, and it was all just a game, so the more dangerous and exciting it was, the happier and more excited he was.
Not to mention, at this time, spiritual energy is resurrected and thousands of people are fighting to cross over.
If a resource is snatched away by who knows how many people, the danger will be even greater in the future.
But in life, everything can never go as planned. Today he flinches, and tomorrow he will avoid it.
If you are careful in everything, nothing will happen.
Like this, more than ten years later, he could only die of old age and illness.
He has no choice!
Fang Chang's eyes showed a bit of sternness.
He just wants to stay in peace and quiet. If anyone comes to disturb him, it will be a matter of life and death.
Fang Chang picked up a piece of fat and oily red meat and took a bite.
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No. 36, Baihua Street.
Fang Chang was holding a rented donkey cart and standing at the gate of the yard.
There are two large wooden boxes on the donkey cart, which contain all the puppets Fang Chang has made in the past few days.
Before there was a storage magic weapon, he could only carry the puppet in this way.
Otherwise, if you take a row of paper people out on the street, you will definitely cause a big mess.
Before he came out with three paper puppets, they were all covered with black robes, and they had to do it under the cover of night.
However, the little King Kong was still held in his hand.
This powerful Five Elements puppet is his biggest trump card.
"Some powerful puppet masters will refine a portable secret realm that can summon thousands of puppet armies in an instant.
I don’t know when I will reach this state.
"Gan, I, a dignified cultivator, am leading a donkey cart and a puppet. It's really embarrassing."
Fang Chang was thinking as he knocked on the door.
"Is anyone here?"
Several times in a row, an impatient voice came from the yard.
"Who?"
Fang Chang instantly conjured up the image of a vulgar big man. He patiently shouted to the inside:
"My name is Fang Chang, and I am the owner of Shengsheng Zhai. I heard about Mr. Xia's reputation and came here to visit."
Then footsteps came, and the door opened, revealing a slovenly middle-aged man with a thin build and empty clothes. It felt like his ribs would be exposed when the wind blew.
"Who are you, Fang Changqing?"
Fang Chang quickly looked at the man and replied:
"I am his son."
"Is there any evidence?" the man asked again.
Fang Chang: "..."
This is an extremely complicated question. How can he prove that his son is his son?
Dig me out of the grave and make him speak?
He smiled bitterly and said, "How can I prove this?
If Mr. Xia doesn't believe it, you can go to Changliu Street. I have lived there for more than ten years, and there should be many people who know that I am my father's son."
The man was noncommittal and asked: "You had a nickname before, do you remember what it was?"
Fang Chang searched his memory and found that there was no memory of his nickname.
In the few days he spent with his father, his father never called him by his nickname.
So he was a little unsure and said: "Did you remember it wrong, sir? I don't seem to have a nickname."
"Well, I remembered it wrong."
The man glanced at the donkey cart behind Fang Chang, opened the door, turned around and walked inside.
"Come in, donkey tie outside."
As soon as Fang Chang entered the yard, he found that the yard was very large, almost two to three hundred square meters.
There is also a smell of decaying vegetation in the air, mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood.
He looked in the direction where the smell came from and saw a small pond filled with grass roots, hemp ropes, and bark and bamboo chips, which were all raw materials for making paper.
There is also a high pole frame made of bamboo in the yard, and half of it is drying paper.
The man walked all the way to the shelf, touched the drying paper with his hand, and nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"Where's your dad?"
The man then turned around and asked.
Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly: "Dead."
The man's face was blank, and there was a trace of laughter or crying expression on his face, and then he shook his head and said:
"He should have died long ago."
"Wait."
After saying that, without waiting for Fang Chang's reaction, he walked into the inner hall and walked out with a palm-sized jewelry box.
"This is something your father gave me, but I have no use for it. Now that you have found me, give it back to you."
Fang Chang: "???"
Isn't he here to buy paper?
How did it become an inheritance?
However, he had no reason to refuse anything that was free of charge.
He took the box calmly and opened it.
"Spiritual Stone!!!"
His pupils shrank and his heartbeat suddenly surged.
