Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 13 Xia Wu
Hearing Fang Chang's question, Zhu Gui sorted out his thoughts and said:
"It's such a boss. In the past, most of the goods in the store were purchased by the old boss from others.

Such as joss sticks, paper money, incense and so on.

They sell things to the old boss at a relatively low price, and the old boss increases the price and sells them to those who need them.

Only the materials for the paper figurines were contacted by the old boss outside the city.

I went to check the purchase records in the store just now, and I asked a few bosses in the next door shop, and they all said that in the past, someone brought bamboo over to give to the old boss every month.

Someone came over last time, and they waited for a long time, but you didn't open the door, boss, and they left again.

But they left a message saying that they will come again next month.

I calculated the time, it should be a few days.

In addition, the paper used by the paper figurines was custom-made by the old boss, a craftsman named Xia Wu, who specializes in making paper. "

Fang Chang nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Do you know where the man named Xia Wu lives?"

Zhu Guidao: "Well, I found out that Xia Wu lives at No. 36 Baihua Street in the south of the city.

However, I heard that although he is skilled, he also has a strange temper. Not everyone who goes to him to buy paper will sell it.

But boss, you have the relationship with the old boss, so it shouldn't be a big problem. "

Fang Chang was very satisfied that Zhu Gui could find out so many things in such a short period of time. Although there were records and clues left by his father, it was enough to prove his ability.

Speaking of which, if the materials hadn't been used up, Fang Chang really didn't know that the inferior materials that could only be used to make one-time puppets in his eyes were so extraordinary.

It's not that he hasn't tried using other materials in the past two days, but without exception, none of them can carry his strength.

Either it exploded directly, or it caught fire and burned, wasting his hard-to-recover mana in vain.

In the end, he had no choice but to use the identification technique twice.

Finally got the answer I wanted.

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【Bamboo slices with a touch of aura】

[Introduction: The ordinary green bamboo that grows in the mountains has been baptized with spiritual energy, and has been contaminated with a little spiritual energy. 】

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【Special paper】

[Introduction: Specially treated paper can be used to carry some strange energy.Is there a possibility that it is not used for writing. 】

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As for other auxiliary oil paints, brushes, knives and other objects.

Fang Chang didn't spend much time.

Because he tried, as long as he has a complete skeleton and skin, he can create a puppet even if nothing else is used.

It's just not pretty.

"Well, if someone brings bamboo over next time, you can keep him first. As for Xia Wu, I will go find him in person later." Fang Chang confessed.

Now the way he can gain the most experience is to make puppets, so the problem of materials must be resolved as soon as possible.

But he had a hunch.

That Xia Wu might add something different to his peaceful life.

For example, he has always been vigilant and longing for the world of comprehension.

He didn't believe that a person who could create paper that could carry mana would be an ordinary person.

For a while, even the braised pork on the plate was not fragrant.

In fact, Fang Chang didn't really want to set foot in the cultivation world so early, because it was too mysterious and dangerous.

Having gone through "Fairy and Demon", he is well aware of the dangers in the world of comprehension.

It's just that he was a player at the time, and all this was just a game, so the more dangerous and exciting, the happier and more excited he was.

Not to mention, at this time, the spiritual energy is recovering, and tens of thousands of people are fighting for the cross.

How many people will rob a resource is even more dangerous than the future.

But in this world, how can everything go well, today he shrinks back, and tomorrow he will also avoid it.

Be careful in everything, but nothing will be achieved.

In this way, after more than ten years, he can only die of old age and die on the sick bed.

He has no choice!

Fang Chang's eyes showed a bit of sternness.

He just wants to live in peace and quiet, if anyone disturbs him, it will be a matter of life and death.

Fang Chang picked up a piece of fat, oily red meat, and burst into bites.

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No. 36, Baihua Street.

Fang Chang led a rented donkey cart and stood at the gate of the yard.

There were two large wooden boxes on the donkey cart, which contained all the puppets Fang Chang had made in the past few days.

Before there was no magic weapon for storage, he could only carry the puppet in this way.

Otherwise, if you take a row of paper figurines out on the street, there will be a big mess.

Before he came out with three paper puppets, they were all covered by black robes, and he had to take advantage of the night.

But Little King Kong was still pinched by him.

This powerful five-element puppet is his biggest trump card.

"Some powerful puppet masters will refine a portable secret realm, which can summon thousands of puppet troops in an instant.

I don't know when I will reach this level.

Gan, I'm a dignified cultivator, leading a donkey cart with a puppet, it's really embarrassing. "

Fang Chang was thinking while knocking on the door.

"Is anyone here?"

After several times in a row, an impatient voice came from the yard.

"Who?"

Fang Chang instantly conjured up the image of a vulgar big man. He patiently shouted into it:

"My name is Fang Chang, and I'm the owner of the Past Life Zhai. I heard of Mr. Xia's reputation, so I came here to visit."

Then came the sound of footsteps, and the door opened, revealing a slovenly middle-aged man with a thin figure and empty clothes, with a feeling that his ribs would be exposed when the wind blows.

"Who is Fang Changqing to you?"

Fang Chang took a quick look at the man, and replied:

"I am his son."

"Is there any evidence?" the man asked again.

Fang Chang: "..."

This is an extremely complicated question. How can he prove that his son is a son?
Dig Lao Tzu out of his grave and make him speak?

He smiled bitterly and said, "How can I prove this?

If Mr. Xia doesn't believe it, you can go to Changliu Street. I have lived there for more than ten years, and there should be quite a few people who know that I am my father and son. "

The man was noncommittal, and asked again: "You used to have a nickname, do you remember what it was?"

Fang Chang searched for his memory and found that there was no memory of his nickname.

In the few days he spent with his father, his father never called him by his nickname.

So he was a little uncertain: "Sir, did I remember wrongly, I don't seem to have a nickname."

"Well, I remembered wrongly."

The man glanced at the donkey cart behind Fang Chang, opened the door, turned and walked in.

"Come in, the donkey is outside."

As soon as Fang Chang entered the courtyard, he found that the courtyard was very large, almost two to three hundred square meters.

There is also a smell of decaying vegetation in the air, mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood.

He looked in the direction where the smell came from, and saw a small pond soaked with grass roots, hemp ropes, and bark and bamboo chips, all of which were raw materials for making paper.

There is also a high pole frame made of bamboo in the yard, and half of it is drying paper.

The man walked all the way to the shelf, touched the drying paper with his hand, then nodded, as if he was quite satisfied.

"Where's your father?"

The man turned around and asked.

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly: "Dead."

The man was stunned, with an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, then shook his head and said:
"He should have died long ago."

"Wait."

After all, without waiting for Fang Chang to react, he walked into the inner hall on his own, and then walked out with a palm-sized jewelry box.

"This is something your father gave me, but I don't need it. Since you found me, I will return it to you."

Fang Chang: "???"

Didn't he come to buy paper?

How did it become an inheritance?
But he has no reason to refuse something that is for free.

He took the box calmly and opened it.

"Lingshi!!!"

His pupils shrank, and his heartbeat suddenly soared.

(End of this chapter)