Two people, an old man and a young man, were squatting by the threshold eating.
Although they are all thick buns and thick noodles, there is a lot of minced meat in the dishes.
After all, he runs a butcher shop, so unlike ordinary people, at least he can smell the smell of meat every day.
"Tsk~!"
The old man swallowed the bun with difficulty, looked at the layer of snow on the eaves, and sighed: "Chongming, when do you think the snow will stop?"
Zuo Chongming followed his gaze and looked out, his expression confused for a moment: "It will take about a month."
When the old man heard this, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper: "I wonder what happened to my grandson."
Ever since his daughter-in-law brought incense to his home, his mind was no longer on the butcher shop. All he could think about was his grandson.
Zuo Chongming curled his lips and said, "My parents are here, why are you worried?"
The old man glared and laughed and scolded: "You are a bachelor and you know nothing. By the way, when are you going to get married?"
He didn't understand what Zuo Chongming was thinking. He was handsome and strong, and he was almost seventeen this year, but he still didn't want to get married?
Not to mention anything else, almost all the young girls and young wives in Yunhe Town asked matchmakers to visit them.
But this guy was so good that he was completely indifferent.
Zuo Chongming took a sip of wine, and his beautiful Danfeng eyes narrowed: "Uncle Gen, who asked you to come here to test your taste again?"
"Ahem..."
The old man was exposed by this remark, and he felt a little embarrassed. He blew his beard and glared: "What are you talking about?"
"Brother Ming, Uncle Gen."
A shout came from outside the door, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Zuo Chongming raised his eyelids and looked at the young man who was stamping his feet from the cold at the door: "Ma San? Come in and talk. What do you want here?"
"Well, I won't go in."
Masan rubbed his arms, looked at the meat and vegetables on the table, and couldn't help but swallowed: "Brother Ming, our owner asked me to come over and buy a pig."
"Drink some wine to warm your stomach."
Zuo Chongming handed him the porcelain bowl and asked casually: "Want a big pig or a small pig? Whole or cut?"
"Thank you, Brother Ming."
Ma San took a sip and then put down the bowl and took out the silver from his pocket: "The owner asked you to take ten taels of silver and add some chicken, duck, goose and so on."
Uncle Gen wiped his mouth and stood up, took the silver and weighed it: "Well, you and Chongming can go to the backyard to pick the meat."
Zuo Chongming asked curiously: "I remember that I just sent it two days ago. Is your martial arts school recruiting new people again? Are you eating so fast?"
Masan replied cautiously: "We have a distinguished guest today, and the owner of the restaurant specially invited the cook from Dingxiang House."
"Dignified guest?"
"No, I heard that he is from Xuanjian Sect."
Masan's eyebrows immediately lit up: "Brother Ming, you didn't see it, those two girls are like fairies."
Zuo Chongming asked funnyly: "How do you look like a fairy?"
Ma San opened his mouth and chirped: "The skin is tender and white, like tofu... Anyway, it's prettier than Squire Wang's concubine."
"..."
Zuo Chongming's mouth twitched slightly. If you compare a woman from a brothel with a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect, you might think you have lived too long, right?
Masan said hurriedly: "Hey, brother Ming, I really didn't lie to you, that little lady looks...hey~~!"
"Do you know what their names are?"
"How do I know where to go? I know what that little lady looks like..."
"Come on, just this one?"
He lifted a pig with one hand and put it on the scale: "Five hundred and fifty kilograms, pork is fifteen yuan per kilogram, including the killing fee, the price is eighty-two-three guan."
The currency of the Wu Dynasty was copper, silver and gold. As the saying goes, one hundred coins is one guan, ten coins are one silver, and one thousand silver is one gold.
One hundred large coins are counted as one tael, ten taels of silver are equivalent to one tael of silver, and one thousand taels of silver are equivalent to one tael of gold.
The so-called wealth means millions of dollars and a thousand taels of silver.
Hearing no reply, he turned his head strangely.
But he saw Masan's eyes suddenly bulging, and he stared blankly at his effortless movements: "Hey...Brother Ming, have you made a breakthrough?"
"It's a long time ago."
Zuo Chongming mentioned it casually and had no intention of saying more.
Ma San opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "I remember when you came to town a year ago, you were not at the first level of body tempering, right? It's only been a year..."
"Aren't you the same?" Zuo Chongming thought it was strange that he was so rare.
"Can we be the same? I have been practicing in the martial arts gym for three years."
Masan felt bitter in his mouth and couldn't help but said: "Brother Ming, you don't have spiritual veins, do you? Otherwise, how could you break through so quickly?"
There are two types of people in this world.
One type is people with good reincarnation skills and born with spiritual veins. They only need to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to continuously temper their bodies.
In a maximum of two or three years, they can transcend the muscles, bones, skin, viscera and marrow of the Body Tempering Realm, transforming five times in total, and directly reach the Blood Coagulation Realm.
They are geniuses and arrogant people, born noble and successful.
They are the targets of various forces such as sects and aristocratic families, who work hard to win over and cultivate them.
The other type is ordinary people like Masan who have no spiritual veins and do not accept their fate.
They are unable to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth. If they want to embark on the path of cultivation, they can only use the stupid method of diligence and hard training.
It would take them seven or eight years to reach the five stages of body tempering.
"Spiritual veins?"
Zuo Chongming laughed dumbly, picked up two chickens and threw them into the car: "If I had spiritual veins, would I still be in the butcher shop?"
"That's true."
Masan scratched his head in embarrassment, and then said: "Brother Ming, you are such a genius, why don't you go to a martial arts gym to practice martial arts? You will become famous in the future."
"No money."
Zuo Chongming smiled and patted the driveway: "It's done for you. I collected a total of ten taels of silver."
"Hey, that's good."
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Masan was sensible enough not to say anything. He pushed the cart towards the back door and said, "By the way, Brother Ming, will you come with me?"
"What should I do?"
"Look at the fairy, the fairy from Xuanjian Sect, the one I just said..."
"Get lost and go back quickly."
"Eh..."
"This boy."
The smile on Zuo Chongming's face gradually faded, and his eyebrows became more thoughtful: "What are the people from Xuanjian Sect doing here?"
If he remembered correctly, Xuanjian Sect dispatched a large number of high-level officials to kill the demon Han Jade Dragon half a month ago.
Although this move made him famous, it also caused serious damage to him.
Not only was the sect leader seriously injured and had to retreat to recuperate, but two elders also suffered from hiccups, and one elder was injured in his origin and will never make progress in this life.
Under such circumstances, the Xuanjian Sect, which is strong on the outside and capable on the inside, dares to let its disciples go down the mountain?
Are you really not afraid of death?
"Chongming?"
Uncle Gen's voice came from the front, calling him out of his thoughts.
Zuo Chongming shook off the thoughts in his mind, turned around and walked towards the front room: "What are you doing?"
"Auntie Wang is here." Uncle Gen raised his chin towards the door and said lazily, "Hurry up and cut the meat."
Zuo Chongming saw him carefree and couldn't help complaining: "Why don't you cut? It's not like you have no hands?"
Uncle Gen glared and said with a tigerish face: "Hey, you have grown up, haven't you? You still dare to talk back to me?"
"Okay, okay, I'll go."
Zuo Chongming had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and come to the door.