If you don’t have money, you can’t buy a black chicken. Without a black chicken, the secret energy-absorbing ** can’t be used. If you can’t use it, it will affect the progress of your cultivation. Because the Panruo Vajra hammering alone cannot temper the mixed energy in a short time.
The body of Yuan.
So for the whole morning, Zhang Qiang was in a low mood, and he seemed absent-minded when practicing Panruo Vajra. Anyone could see this change. Yan Yanqiu asked Cheng Ming several times in private, but Cheng Ming just pretended not to know.
"Damn it, once I regain my strength in the future, I will never be a pauper again!" The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and Zhang Qiang couldn't help but secretly swear.
During lunch, there was a chicken on the table. Zhang Qiang stared at the chicken blankly and did not move his chopsticks for a long time. Cheng Ming couldn't stand it anymore, put down his chopsticks and said, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Not to mention, now you have eyes with the chicken? You should eat."
"Uh..." Zhang Qiang raised his head and glanced at Cheng Ming, then lowered his head.
"I'm really pissed off by you." Cheng Ming stood up, took out a wad of money from his pocket and put it in front of Zhang Qiang: "Well, I'll give you one month's salary in advance. But I can tell you, I won't do this again! Also, this
I don’t care how you spend the money, but until you get your salary next month, don’t ask me for money again, do you understand?”
Zhang Qiang's face lit up with joy and he nodded quickly: "I understand."
Seeing Zhang Qiang holding the money in his hand and smiling happily, Yan Yanqiu couldn't help but stare: "I said you are a person who is easy to change but hard to change. It has only been a few days and you are thinking about asking for money again?"
Cheng Ming poked Yan Yanqiu with her elbow: "Stop talking and eat!"
"I won't eat!" Yan Yanqiu threw the rice bowl on the table, "If you pamper him, sooner or later something will happen again! I really don't understand what's so rare about this kind of man!"
After saying this, Yan Yanqiu stood up and left. Cheng Ming tried to hold her back but could only watch her trot away.
Zhang Qiang smiled and stuffed the money into his pocket, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. While eating, he stuttered and said: "Last, I want to go out in the afternoon."
"I know even if you don't tell me, every time you took money you didn't go out immediately." Cheng Ming said coldly.
Zhang Qiang looked at the chicken on the table and suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know where I can buy black chicken?"
"Black chicken?" Cheng Ming looked at Zhang Qiang's expression, "You mean the chicken?"
Zhang Qiang nodded: "Yes. This kind of chicken is completely black, even the bones are black. Are they sold here?"
Cheng Ming's expression was relieved. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said: "It seems that no one here raises this kind of chicken, and I have never seen anyone selling it in the market. But I have heard of this kind of black chicken, only in
It is produced in some mountainous areas in the south, and the quantity is very small. Even if it can be purchased, the price is very expensive."
"How expensive is it?"
"A black chicken costs about 100 yuan, which is enough to buy seven or eight ordinary chickens."
The smile on Zhang Qiang's face froze.
I only have 800 yuan in my pocket, and a black chicken costs more than a hundred yuan, so I can only buy five or six at most, but I want 500?
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Ming asked curiously when he saw Zhang Qiang's expression of a life worse than death appearance again.
"No, it's nothing..." Zhang Qiang forced himself to calm down, insisted on finishing his meal, and then went out to the street feeling depressed...
Although Minghu District is located at the junction of urban and suburban areas, it is quite lively. Because it has one of the earliest foreign-invested industrial parks introduced in the city, and along with it are various commercial real estate and supporting commercial projects, it is the most popular place in Minghu District.
When you are on the bustling Tianxing Road, you feel no different from the city.
Looking at the luxury cars and wealthy people coming and going on the street, Zhang Qiang felt that they were just black chickens. In the past, he would have gone up to rob him. But now, it is good that others don't rob him.
"Strength! I will restore my strength no matter what. Even if there is no black chicken, even if it takes three, five, or even ten years to practice Pan Ruo Vajra Beating, I will not give up!"
With anger in his heart, Zhang Qiang left Tianxing Road and walked to a nearby farmer's market. He still refused to give up and wanted to see if there were black chickens for sale here and whether the price was as outrageous as Cheng Ming said.
The farmer's market was bustling with people, selling everything, and all kinds of shouts came and went. As soon as Zhang Qiang entered, he heard the sound of a chicken crowing from a corner, and followed the sound and walked over.
It was a stall for slaughtering live chickens. It looked quite large. In addition to a dozen or so chickens that had been killed and stripped of their feathers, there were almost hundreds of live chickens in iron cages nearby.
The boss was a middle-aged man with a bald head, red face, and shirtless body. He was wearing a rubber apron specially designed for killing chickens. He was slaughtering a live chicken.
I saw him move skillfully, twisting the head of the live chicken, holding it with the thumb of his left hand, and swiping the sharp knife on the chicken's neck with his right hand, and the chicken blood spurted out. The place for the chicken blood was a plastic bucket on the side. This
The bucket is about half a person's height, and through the light you can see that it is almost full.
After the blood was drained, the bald man threw the chicken to the boy on the side, turned around and grabbed a live chicken from the iron cage, glanced at Zhang Qiang, grinned and said: "Boss, do you want to buy a chicken?"
Zhang Qiang looked at the chickens in the iron cage and saw that they were all colorful chickens with mixed feathers, so he asked: "Do you have black chickens for sale here?"
"Black chicken?" The bald man was stunned, and then laughed: "How can we sell this kind of chicken here? Boss, don't you eat any chicken? This is a standard local grass chicken, and it tastes great!"
Zhang Qiang rolled his eyes, didn't want to talk anymore, turned around and left, and heard the bald man mutter in a low voice: "Oh, black chicken, I think you can't even afford local chicken."
In the past, this bald spot was already gone, but now, Zhang Qiang just shrugged.
I also visited a few sellers of live chickens, and after asking around, I found out that there was indeed no one selling black chickens, and they all said that they were thousands of miles away in the mountains and forests, and were not only difficult to buy, but also extremely expensive.
Only then did Zhang Qiang give up completely and walked back with an extremely disappointed mood.
When we came to Tianxing Road, we walked forward with the bustling crowd. There was an intersection in front of us, the red light was on, and Zhang Qiang stood still.
At this time, there were people standing on both sides, including behind him. Zhang Qiang turned around and saw that there were about thirty or forty people. These were just the people waiting for the red light here. There were more people on the opposite side, and people kept coming from both sides.
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Zhang Qiang's eyes couldn't help but look at his feet.
The sidewalk under your feet is paved with colorful stone bricks. Some are very tightly paved, while others have some gaps. When you step on them, the stone bricks will shake slightly.
As he watched, Zhang Qiang suddenly slapped his thigh: "Damn, I'm such a pig!"
