Of course Wu Jie didn't know Du Ruo's situation. He only knew that Du Ruo seemed to be listless during this period, and seemed a little uncomfortable every time he saw him.
He didn't take it seriously. At his level, he didn't bother to take ordinary little things to heart.
Cultivation has no time. Once he has settled down with his family, he will go to seek immortality and seek Taoism. This trip will take at most decades, at least a few years. If he comes back by then, I am afraid that things will have changed.
stop.
No matter what Du Ruo was thinking, it meant nothing to him. They were already people from different worlds.
So when Du Ruo seemed to be leisurely dragging Lin Lushan to go shopping with him, he was indeed a little surprised.
"What is there to see in Anfeng County?" he asked.
"Normally it's really not interesting, but today is different!" Du Ruo said enthusiastically, "Today is the third day of March, which is the day to worship the Dragon God. There are operas and markets at the Dragon King Temple in the west of the city. There will be many kinds of things in the city.
When all kinds of merchants come, there will be a lot of fun and delicious food!"
"The last three words are the key point, right?" Wu Jie keenly grasped the key to the problem.
"A man shouldn't be so mother-in-law, fourth brother, haven't you become rich recently..."
Wu Jie laughed loudly and walked out together with his money bag.
The city is indeed very lively today, with all kinds of vendors popping up out of nowhere. Many shops have seized the opportunity to launch various promotions such as discounts and free extras, and some truly rare items have appeared -
For example, take the honey-sweet osmanthus cake at the stall in front of you.
There are very few sweet-scented osmanthus trees in this area, so naturally no sweet-scented osmanthus cakes are produced, and it seems that no one keeps bees. This honey-sugar sweet-scented osmanthus cake is undoubtedly a foreign product, and the place where it comes from is probably quite far away.
Well, you'll know just by looking at the price.
One tael of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, five cents of silver.
When first asked about the price, the three of them were so shocked that their mouths opened wide like three toads - just one tael of sweet-scented osmanthus cake cost five cents of silver, so wouldn't two kilograms cost one tael of silver? How can there be such expensive cakes in the world! One tael.
Silver can buy hundreds of kilograms of rice!
However, the scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was so alluring, so sweet and soft, like a big invisible fishhook, which tightly hooked the young man and made him unable to break free.
Du Ruo stared at the newly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake, reluctant to even blink; Lin Lushan forced himself to close his eyes not to look, but his nose couldn't help but twitch one after another, as if he wanted to inhale all the aroma; the surroundings
Most of the people are like this - in this small county, such delicacies are indeed too rare!
Wu Jie's behavior was different from others. He stared blankly at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, then closed his eyes and smelled the aroma, and the corners of his eyes became moist.
Although the appearance is different, the aroma is so familiar!
Before he traveled through time, he lived in a small Jianghuai town. There were many osmanthus trees in the town, and the fragrant osmanthus was fragrant every autumn. Among the street snacks, the ancient bee sugar osmanthus cake must be indispensable. The sweetness of honey and the fragrance of osmanthus are all blended into the glutinous rice.
Soft inside...
So he generously took out his money bag and took out one ingot or two taels of small ingot.
"Give me four pounds!"
There are actually not many osmanthus cakes on the stall. Not only did the four kilograms of osmanthus cakes have been purchased from the stall, but they also have to wait for them to be made fresh. However, Du Ruo and Lin Lushan have no objections to this - after all, Wu Laosi is rich, and he eats them occasionally.
It's not a bad thing to do once.
Wu Jie held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and smelled the familiar fragrance. His nose felt sour and he finally couldn't help but shed tears.
It has been sixteen years since he traveled to this world. He rarely even dreams about the earth. He thought he had forgotten it all and let it go, but unexpectedly, a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake aroused his homesickness.
"Maybe I can't go back..." He sighed in his heart, and just as he was about to bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to his mouth, he heard the embarrassing scolding of adults and the crying of children from beside him.
Looking following the sound, it was Jon who was leading a little boy who looked about sixty-seven times like him.
"I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake! I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake!" The little boy shouted with a cry, "Daddy is obviously rich!"
"Nonsense! That money is for your Uncle Ma to buy medicine!"
"Uncle Ma himself said he can't get better... I want you to stop buying medicine..."
"You ask for a beating!"
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that there were many similar situations nearby.
The blame is that this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so fragrant, the taste of honey is so fragrant, and its sweet and soft appearance is so attractive that almost every child passing by is attracted to it and clamors to eat it.
But the price of this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is too high!
Nowadays, if an ordinary farmer has ten acres of land, and he has to endure severe cold, heat, sun and rain, he can only earn three thousand kilograms of rice in one day after working hard for a year, which can be converted into thirty taels of silver, and deducting the family income.
If you can save three or five taels for daily food, you will be able to manage your household well.
The income of city people is naturally much higher than that of farmers, but even so, most families are reluctant to buy such expensive things for their children - one or two osmanthus cakes can only be eaten by four people.
Most people can't make up their mind to eat fifty kilograms of rice in five or four mouths.
Wu Jie thought for a while and smiled.
Next he did something surprising - he actually distributed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the children around him one by one.
Although a child can only get one or two bites, children are easily satisfied. One or two bites of sweet-scented osmanthus cake is enough to make them smile.
The adults naturally thanked them profusely, but Wu Jie just smiled.
He didn't know how many sweet-scented osmanthus cakes he had eaten when he was shopping. In the future, if he succeeds in cultivation, he can eat as much as he wants.
"Master, what do you want to do?" Jasmine asked, "Even if you want to win people's hearts, you don't need to buy them off from mortals. They don't have the value of buying them at all!"
"Buying people's hearts? I'm just expressing my nostalgia."
"What is nostalgia?"
"You will know in the future..."
After dividing all the way to the end, he came to Jon.
"Gang Leader Qiao, are you taking your child shopping?" He asked with a kind smile, "This child is really strong, what is his name?"
"Qiao Feng!"
Wu Jie coughed twice, ignored this too powerful name, and handed the last piece of osmanthus cake to Qiao Feng.
Jon looked a little embarrassed and looked like he wanted to pay, but looking at the tatters of his clothes, it was clear that he was not rich. He hesitated for a while, and finally turned into a long sigh.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu!"
Wu Jie smiled and asked again: "I heard you said you wanted to buy medicine. Who are you buying medicine for?"
"Skinny Ma, he hasn't recovered since he was punched by the young hero last time. He has been suffering from cold for the past two days..." Jon's face looked a little sad, "I'm afraid he won't be able to survive it..."
Wu Jie was stunned. He clearly remembered that the thin man could recover in just two or three months of cultivation. How could he be so sick that he was dying?
"The thin guy has a restless temper. After months of training, he is eager to go to work. As a result, he sweats when he exerts himself, and becomes seriously ill." Jon sighed, full of helplessness, "I also advised him
Rest, but he said that the life of the poor is cheap, life and death are up to God, and he keeps delaying it..."
Wu Jie couldn't help but shake his head, and after thinking about it for a while, he came up with an idea.
"Gang Leader Qiao, your Shenli Gang is well-known and well-connected in this county, right?"
"It's almost the same, but we don't have the same path as those wealthy people..."
"As for me, I will go out to seek immortality in a while. Dad is getting old. The shop needs manpower and apprentices..."
Wu Jie was a little unclear in his words, but the meaning was clear. Jon was immediately overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, which made Wu Jie a little embarrassed.
After encountering such an incident, he really had no interest in shopping anymore, and Lin Lushan had already remembered that he still had a poem to write... Du Ruo really wanted to go shopping again, but considering that if he continued shopping, he might not be able to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake anymore.
It would be distributed to other children, so she decisively chose to go home - there was about half a catty of sweet-scented osmanthus cake left, and neither Wu Jie nor Lin Lushan would compete with her. It would be great to eat alone behind closed doors!
So it wasn't until she finished eating the packet of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that she came back to her senses and remembered the biggest goal of her trip.
"Eh?! Didn't I want to find an opportunity to show the fourth child my incredible magic? Why are you just eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"
Du Ruo exclaimed, seeing that it was still early, he rushed out the door and hurried to the drug store.
Coincidentally, when she rushed to the drug store, Wu Jie was taking medicine for the thin man who had been punched away by him.
"Your surname is Ma, right? I will call you Lao Ma from now on... Lao Ma, you can't do this. You have to be treated for your illness! Your illness is actually nothing. I left seven or eight points of strength in my punch, but it's just
Your collarbone was broken, and my father had already helped you reattach it. It could have been fully restored after a few months of cultivation... But look! It has developed to this point now! If it weren't for the collection of some high-end medicinal materials in our family
, your life will be lost!"
Ma Shouzi sat listlessly with Jon's support, promising repeatedly that he would have a good rest and take his medicine on time.
Wu Jie moved very quickly with his hands. Because he had mastered the unique skill of grabbing a handful, he didn't need to weigh the medicine at all. He grabbed a dozen packages of medicine in a short time. After he repeatedly warned him, he asked Qiaoen to send Ma Shouzi away.
This time the diagnosis and treatment can be considered completed.
Before he could take a breath, Du Ruo suddenly walked in from the door, smiling cunningly.
"Fourth Brother, that thin man just now... was injured by you, right?"
Wu Jie was stunned and nodded.
"The way I look at him is that the bones in his chest are broken. He exerted force before the bones could grow strong. As a result, he got cold and the cold air damaged his vitality, right?"
"When it comes to bruises and bruises, you are much better at it than I am. Do you still need to ask..."
"I just want to make sure - you said yourself just now that you only used one punch, and you still had seven or eight points of strength left, right?" Du Ruo finally came to the point and said the key, "Only two or three percent of your strength was used.
Just break the bones in someone's chest with one punch - Old Four, you are very capable!"
Only then did Wu Jie realize that he had let something slip and exposed his true ability.
As Du Ruo said, you can break the bones in someone's chest with only two or three cents of strength. The strength of this fist is really amazing. I'm afraid the so-called "invincible fist" in the world can "break mountains with one punch".
"That's all."
According to his strength when he left home last autumn, there is no way he would have such great strength!
He frowned and was looking for an explanation. Du Ruo had already pulled him to the table in the lobby. Regardless of whether he had other things to do, he insisted on wrestling with him to test his strength.
Wu Jie sighed, unable to resist this unreasonable tigress, so he had to squat in front of the table and hold her hand.
