Chapter 202 Begging for food with a golden rice bowl
When Shen Zhi mentioned it, she remembered and wanted to talk to Hualang.
As soon as she went out, she saw Hua Lang taking a nap against the wall, with his hat covering his face, obviously waiting for her.
Tang Shi Jinhuang came to him and said: "Hua Lang Hua Lang."
Hua Lang pulled back the worn hat: "Give it to him."
"Oh," Tang Shijin responded and hooked his bamboo pole with his feet: "Get up quickly, you don't mind the heat in the sun, find a shady place to talk!"
Hualang stood up and the two of them walked forward slowly.
Tang Shijin covered his face with his hands all the way, and passed by a pond. Hua Lang was very familiar with the road, and he took a bamboo pole and hooked a big lotus leaf. Tang Shijin cut the stem short and inserted it into his bun. It was quite cool when he held it. of.
She said: "I just want to ask you, you are so capable and use medicine so miraculously, why do you want to be a beggar? Is this a kind of cultivation?"
Hualang asked: "What kind of practice?"
"That's right, I heard that some sects will deliberately make people suffer hardship as a kind of experience."
Hualang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Is there such a sect of fools?"
"Then why do you want to be a beggar?"
Hualang said lightly: "My father went out and didn't come back for several years. My family bullied me, so I came out in a rage. Then when I got here, I happened to meet an evil beggar who was doing some harvesting. I just saved the person and thought it was fun, so I stayed here for a few years."
Tang Shijin touched his head to comfort him, while saying incomprehensibly: "It's fun to be a beggar? How can it be fun if you don't have enough to eat and don't have warm clothes?"
"I'm not hungry," Hua Lang said with a smile: "I have money, and I eat well. As for what I wear...the clothes are deliberately made like this. They are not shabby or cold. You are at home, It’s just that I can sit when I want and lie down when I want. I’m the same on the street. Don’t you think it’s interesting to watch people coming and going?”
She shook her head: "I don't think so."
After Yang Dalang just now, she met another person she couldn't understand.
Tang Shijin said: "I originally wanted to say that if you want to do something but have no money, I can help you. You have helped me so much, and I don't want you to be a beggar."
Hua Lang said: "It's easy to help you, and it's not difficult."
Tang Shijin said: "Whether it is difficult or not is another matter!"
She asked him: "Do you really like being a beggar? In fact, there are many more fun things in the world, why don't you give it a try?"
Hua Lang said: "I'm not just a beggar..."
He had a sudden thought: "Shall I take you to my medicine garden?"
Tang Shijin nodded: "Okay!"
So he took him to the small shop they went to for the first time.
The shopkeeper didn't show any unusual expression when he saw her. It seemed that Hualang had the final say here.
So Tang Shijin followed with confidence.
When she entered, she discovered that this small shop looked inconspicuous, but it was actually like a portal, with mountains behind it. After entering, she felt like she was in a different world.
But the medicine garden is not big, not as big as Wanniantang, and there are no greenhouses in this era. It looks a bit messy, and she can't identify which one is which. Tang Shijin walked around with his hands behind his back, and suddenly remembered Question: "By the way, where do you keep your snakes?"
Hualang said in surprise: "Don't you dislike snakes?"
She asked, "Do you only have snakes?"
Hua Lang said: "There are many kinds of things, do you really want to see them?"
"Can not look?"
"It's good to see it," Hua Lang said, "but it doesn't look good."
"It's okay," Tang Shijin said, "I'll come out if it doesn't look good."
Hualang was a little helpless, but still led her there.
It's more heavily guarded over there, with several people guarding it outside. Once inside, it's much neater than here. Scorpions and centipedes are all raised on the shelves, and they're so densely packed that it's particularly scary. It's said that snakes are kept in pits.
Although Tang Shijin said she wasn't afraid of these things, the appearance of these things was inherently undesirable. As soon as she entered, she felt itchy all over her body and said, "You won't crawl out, right? You won't get into my shoes, right?"
"No," Hualang said, "As long as you don't enter the white line, everything will be fine. You can't let them crawl around."
Tang Shijin was scared and wanted to see it, so he turned around quickly and Hualang said: "If you are scared, we will go out."
Tang Shijin asked him: "What sect are you from? A sect that specializes in this?"
Hua Lang hummed and looked away.
Tang Shijin asked: "Is this kind of thing easy to raise?"
"Of course it's not easy to raise," Hualang said, "After all, it's a wild animal. It's hard to raise it well, and it's also hard to raise it more."
She asked: "Then what do you do? Make medicine? Make poison?"
Hualang scratched his head and said: "Actually, I don't do anything. I just keep them for fun. I have been used to raising them since I was a child. Like scorpions, they only live for about ten years and are buried when they are no longer needed. Centipedes... they only live for seven or eight years..."
He saw her expression: "What's wrong?
Tang Shijin said: "Then have you ever thought about it, these things are all money! I heard that scorpions, centipedes and snakes are sold very expensively in pharmacies! Why don't you sell them? The skills passed down from our ancestors are not in vain.
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Hua Lang was confused.
She said: "Can't we sell it? Do you have a sect rule not to sell it?"
Hua Lang said: "This doesn't exist either."
"So!" Tang Shijin really can't understand this kind of person. It's just a habit? Doesn't he do anything?
She asked: "Then what does your sect rely on for a living?"
Hua Lang coughed lightly and said, "I don't know either? I heard that some people would take on missions, and occasionally someone would sell poisonous powder, but the sales were not good... We are just a small, unknown sect." He peeked at her.
look.
Tang Shijin didn't pay attention: "So!? Holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food? Why don't you make money with the craftsmanship passed down from your ancestors? After refining it and selling it, you can raise so much, let alone make a living. Xiaofu should
Is it no problem?”
The two looked at each other.
Tang Shijin waved his hand: "Hey, forget it, I'm just talking casually. Anyway, no matter what, I can think of making money. Forget it if I can't sell it, let's go."
"No, no," Hualang said confusedly, "It's not that it can't be sold, but I've never thought about this problem, so I was a little confused when you said it... Then how are we going to sell it?"
Tang Shijin said: "Can it really be sold? Do you really want to sell it? Let me ask for it for you!"
She went happily.
Then she spent the afternoon researching the market, shopping around, and so on...
You won’t know if you don’t ask, but you’ll be shocked if you ask. This kind of thing is really valuable!
For example, a pound of scorpions can be sold for twenty or thirty taels.
Centipedes vary greatly from top to bottom, ranging from ten taels to a hundred taels.
All snakes can be sold, including snake heads, snake sloughs, snake gallbladder, snake venom...
In addition to medicine, there is also cooking.
Because there is a widespread rumor that scorpions can aphrodisiac, although in fact this is not possible, scorpions are still very expensive, even more expensive than in drug stores.
And Hualang also keeps a lot of bees and wild bees!
Honey, royal jelly, bee pupae...
Cooking with bee pupae is also rumored to be miraculous. Many noble ladies buy it at a high price to eat it for beauty, nourishing yin and kidneys. One kilogram can even be sold for dozens or hundreds of taels.
There are also geckos, toads... In short, because few people can raise these things in this era, they all rely on wild ones, so each one is more expensive than the other!