A person who has the right to visit the county magistrate, you say he is a pauper?
A person who has joined the highest local circle (the circle of distinguished scholars), do you think he is poor?
Having said this, Chu Xuan touched the back of his head again. He originally wanted to adjust his glasses, but this was the virtual world and there were no glasses.
"Therefore, only in the scripts, stories and legends, and the stories passed down orally by the common people, can there be poor scholars."
"So, when the identity assigned to us by the virtual world is that of a poor scholar, it means that this world is not based on the real history of the material world, but based on folklore."
"Liu Yi's Biography? Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio? A Chinese Ghost Story? Strange Tales from the Book of Heaven? Calabash Baby? Journey to the West?" Lu Zhou told a series of strange stories in succession.
Xiong Yan shook his head slightly: "I don't know either. Let's go to the city first, observe more, and collect more information. In addition, remember, don't directly say the above content in the virtual world in the future."
Everyone separated immediately, forming a group to explore different directions. They agreed to gather at a restaurant in the county town and then separated.
Xiong Yan's group entered the city directly.
The soldiers guarding the city looked at the clothes of Xiong Yan and others, guessed their identities, and secretly called out bad luck.
Even in the fantasy world, the Basic Law is followed.
Therefore, in the fantasy world, although the scholar is a poor man, not everyone can bully him. At the very least, a soldier guarding the city cannot directly bully the scholar, even if the scholar is very poor.
Therefore, after asking Xiong Yan for a few large sums of money, I let Xiong Yan and his friends in.
The county is not big, with a total population of only tens of thousands. The most prosperous areas are a few streets. Apart from those streets, other places seem very empty.
Therefore, Xiong Yan and others quickly arrived near the restaurant. They sat in the second floor box next to the open window, listened to the discussions of the guests on the first floor, looked at the people walking around on the street, observed everything, and collected everything they could.
Information collected.
"Have you heard that the old Liu family's house has been sold again?"
"What? Didn't someone die in his house just last month? I remember, this is the third time in the past few years that someone has died, right? Is there anyone willing to rent such a house? I don't want my life!"
"Hey, who knows? Besides, only the locals know about this. But Lao Liu also has a father-in-law who is a butcher. Who is willing to provoke him for no reason?"
"Hey, what a sin!"
Listening to the conversation between the diners, Chu Xuan was thoughtful.
At this time, Chu Xuan's inner energy was blessing his ears, and his hearing became very good! (Influenced by spiritual energy, the hearing blessing effect is ten to a hundred times that of the real world)
Xiong Yan, on the other hand, looked at a Taoist priest who had just appeared in the distance. Then, he looked at a small vendor next to the restaurant.
The small vendor looked at a cart. On the cart was a cart of yellow-orange pears. There were leaves on the pears, so they looked very fresh.
But this Taoist priest was dressed in rags, his robe was torn, his turban was also torn, and there was no dust at all. It was hard to say whether he was a Taoist priest or a beggar.
After he appeared, he looked at the cart of pears, strode over, and said seriously: "Give me one."
Good guy!
This is shameless!
Looking at this scene, Xiong Yan always felt like he had seen it before!
Of course, it's not that the allusion of pear planting is familiar, but the Taoist priest's proficiency in begging and his confidence make Xiong Yan involuntarily think of certain groups on the Internet in the Internet era.
"No!"
"One, I want one, not more. Give me one and I'll leave here and go begging elsewhere. Otherwise, I won't leave." With that said, the Taoist priest sat directly on the ground.
"You, are you being unreasonable? I'm a small business owner, so I won't give it to you! No!"
"You have hundreds of pears in your cart, and I only want one. It's not a big loss to you. Why are you so angry?"
"Yeah, give him one."
"Yes, you see he's in such a miserable state, you have to pity him."
"Anyway, he only wants one. Can't you just give it to him and send him away?"
"I'm so stingy, I won't even give you a pear."
Whether the crowd was making noises or being reasonable, this scene reminded Xiong Yan of a famous saying, which was a boxing technique that shocked the world and made ghosts cry: "Putting aside the facts, don't you have any responsibility?"
Putting aside the fact that later the Taoist priests were responsible for causing harm to the whole cart of pears and distributed them to everyone, didn’t the pear seller make the slightest mistake?
Regardless of the damn facts, the pear seller must be at fault!
Seeing this, Xiong Yan guessed the next development of the situation and glanced at Chu Xuan. Chu Xuan nodded, indicating that he understood Xiong Yan's thoughts.
After a while, the two couldn't argue anymore. The boy couldn't stand it anymore, so he bought a pear and gave it to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest took the pear in his hand and said with a smile: "The monk is very generous. I have good pears. Now I invite everyone to eat together."
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"Since you have pears, why don't you eat your own?"
"I need pear cores for seeds."
I finished the pears in a few mouthfuls, then dug a hole, put the pear core in, and buried some soil. Then I asked the waiter for water and poured it directly.
When a ladle of water is poured down, the pear tree sprouts and sprouts.
After two ladles of water went down, the pear tree grew to a height of one foot.
After three ladles of water were poured down, the pear tree grew to a height of three feet. It looked like it was several decades old. It was also covered with fragrant pears, which looked ripe at first sight.
The Taoist priest climbed up the pear tree with great skill, picked the pears and gave them to the onlookers. They were soon delivered to Xiong Yan and Chu Xuan.
"Come and eat pears, delicious pears!"
"Is illusion fun?" Xiong Yan said suddenly.
"The blinding method is indeed exquisite. Your research on the spiritual path is unique, but this is not the reason for you to do this!" While speaking, Chu Xuan grabbed the Taoist priest's right hand.
The Taoist priest subconsciously broke away, and then he cried out in pain and passed out. Before he passed out, he looked at Chu Xuan's face with a look of endless doubt.
"Bluish face?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"In today's world, where can I find a blue and purple person? Is it an immortal descending to earth?"
Hearing this, Xiong Yan and Chu Xuan looked at each other and made some guesses again.
From the outside world, when the Taoist priest passed out, the illusion automatically disappeared, and soon the cry of the pear farmer and the laughter of the onlookers could be heard.
The farmer who sells pears may be a bit stingy, but the pears themselves are his own, and he has the right to decide whether to give them to the Taoist who comes to beg.
However, when the farmer was fooled by the Taoist priest and lost all his pears, the onlookers only felt that the farmer deserved what he deserved, but did not think that the Taoist priest was bullying ordinary people by relying on magical channels.
This is a typical example of extraordinary people who do not follow the rules, use magical powers at will, and bully ordinary people. As a result, a group of ordinary people around them not only had no sympathy for farmers of the same class as them, but also laughed at the farmer and called him stingy.
It is no exaggeration to say that the universal values of this world are problematic. Xiong Yan frowned, found some broken silver from the Taoist priest's wallet, and gave it to the pear seller.
It’s not that there isn’t more money, but in today’s environment, a piece of silver can kill someone.