No wonder the time-travelers in the novel are either drawing talismans or refining elixirs. They are so damn profitable!
Su Zimu hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and finally took out a handful of spiritual stones and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Give me two!"
There are only a few spirit stones in total, so naturally you can’t buy them all. Besides, we don’t know how effective the medicine is. How is it worth such a huge investment?
The scribe put away the spirit stone, showed a warm smile, collected the money with one hand, and delivered the goods with the other.
When Su Zimu left Yunhai Pavilion, his body ached for a long time because of the spirit stone that Hua had left.
Next, Su Zimu walked around the city several times and bought hundreds of kilograms of fresh meat and piled them together. He planned to activate the magic talisman and freeze all the fresh meat, but the result was the same as before, which was useless at all.
He thought that he would make some progress by practicing quietly by the lake for half a year, but he never expected that this would be the result.
I had no choice but to spend a spirit stone to find a casual cultivator and cast a spell to freeze all the fresh meat. Several Qiankun bags took turns, pretending to put away the frozen meat, but actually put it all into the ring.
I don't know how long the meat can be frozen in the ring, so this time it can be considered a small experiment.
In the next two days, he wandered around the streets and tasted all the beans he could find. He actually found an orange bean that was about the size of a fingertip but similar to a soybean.
Su Zimu was overjoyed and immediately bought several large bags of orange beans and stuffed them into the ring.
Later, he found a wine shop, bought some distiller's yeast at a high price, mixed it with soaked orange beans, added an appropriate amount of water, put it in a jar, and left it to dry in the sun.
Anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that this is preparing to brew soy sauce!
To be honest, Su Zimu had never understood how to make soy sauce, but he was very impressed by the advertisement for 180 Days, and he also knew about the debate between brewing soy sauce and blending soy sauce.
After a thorough analysis, it can be determined that the raw material of soy sauce is soybeans, and the raw material of soy sauce is also soybeans, so there must be some direct connection between the two.
The word brewing should refer to fermentation. Based on the known information, it means soybeans are fermented and dried for six months!
It's hard to say whether it's accurate or not, but he's fed up with the food and drink in this world. If it doesn't work, he'll try it a few times. Even if it's specious, it's better than just relying on it.
In other words, when he was in Xianfang, if he hadn't worked against the clock to exercise, he would have done this thing long ago.
Two days later, the caravan set off, with dozens of vehicles and hundreds of escorts.
Su Zimu was lying on a donkey cart, swaying behind, with the jar of beans beside him.
In order to give the donkey enough incentive, he also borrowed the wisdom of his predecessors and made a homemade boom and tied a carrot to lure the donkey.
Needless to say, the effect is really good!
Su Zimu thought he was the only one who was so smart, but he realized he was wrong before he got very far. There were quite a few people following the caravan!
The caravans and escorts in front had no intention of driving them away.
Su Zimu immediately became alert.
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, Jianghu is about human relations!
When away from home, the Escort Bureau has dignity. If it really encounters a robbery, it will definitely let the caravan protected by the Escort Bureau go. However, these retail investors are not within the protection scope of the Escort Bureau, so the consequences can be imagined.
The entire day went without incident. At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the caravan entered a small town and booked the largest Yuelai Inn in the town.
Retail investors who engage in escorting have no choice but to find another place to stay. Fortunately, the town is also considered a traffic artery and has more than one inn.
Only Su Zimu was different. He quietly set up a stall in front of Yuelai Inn, cutting meat and frying sugar on the spot. After a while, the fragrant smell of braised pork spread in the wind, attracting a group of passers-by to watch.
, all of them swallowed hard.
The businessmen and escorts who were about to have dinner in the inn were also attracted by the rich fragrance and went out one after another to trace the source.
A gangster who didn't know where he came from stood in front of Su Zimu, swinging his arms carelessly: "What is so fragrant? Come on, let me have some first!"
Su Zimu smiled: "Chenghui, five coins."
The gangster was startled, and the crowd of spectators were in an uproar.
"Five cents? You are stealing money!"
"That's right, how can it be so expensive? You think what you are selling is spiritual meat!"
Dozens of people gathered in a circle, talking about anything.
Su Zimu was not in a hurry or annoyed, and raised his voice: "Exclusive secret braised pork, there is no such shop after passing this village... Oops, isn't this the head of the bodyguard, come here, have a piece and try it!"
The head guard shook his head without hesitation: "It's too expensive, I can't afford it."
He was the person in charge of this trip and had already dealt with Su Zimu several times, so he was not considered a stranger.
"It doesn't matter, I'll take this piece!" Su Zimu took out a small bowl and scooped out a piece of soft braised pork and placed it in the bowl, "Ji, head escort, I understand the rules, so check it first before eating!
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He said and handed the bowl over.
Jian Dahai laughed: "This is so disrespectful!"
Su Zimu thought he would take out a silver needle to test, but instead he took out a spiritual talisman to activate it. Suddenly a ball of spiritual light fell on the bowl. When the spiritual light dissipated, Jie Dahai nodded with satisfaction and swallowed the piece of braised pork in one gulp.
With a slight lick of the tip of his tongue, Ji Dahai's eyes suddenly widened and he hummed, which made several escorts think that something had happened to him and gathered around him.
Ji Dahai quickly stretched out his hand to stop it, and sipped it for a while before reluctantly swallowing the meat in his mouth: "It's delicious, it's delicious! Ji's life was wasted for decades!"
His words immediately aroused everyone's curiosity. It's just a piece of meat. Is it so exaggerated?
The gangster came up again and reached out to grab the spoon from Su Zimu's hand: "Butcher, please treat me to a piece too!"
Su Zimu slapped him casually, and there was a crisp sound. The gangster spun around twice and sat down on the ground. He was stunned for a long time before he regained consciousness. He didn't dare to say a word and ran away in despair.
It is a tradition in this industry to speak harshly when you are at a disadvantage, but you have to look at who the target of your harsh words is.
This kid still has some sense of worth. After receiving a slap, he immediately knew that he couldn't afford to offend Su Zimu. How long would it take him if he didn't run away now?
He was also upset because he was obviously a monk, so where could he not make a living? What did it mean to set up a stall on the street?
Could it be said that all monks are so difficult to get along with?
Having said that, Su Zimu is also a common man. If the gangster talks nicely, don't act so arrogant, let alone treat him to a piece of food, it's not a big deal if he just eats a bowl.
But Su Zimu believed that people should respect me one foot, and I should respect others one foot. The gangster was used to being arrogant, and accidentally kicked the iron plate.