Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 6

Feng Ping sneezed, then sat up from the bed.

Putting on the cloth shoes next to the bed, he took out the two booklets of spells and the money bag in the leather jacket, took off his coat, and changed into a coarse sackcloth covered in carbon dust.

"Blind such a good dress for nothing."

Feng Ping casually threw the leather jacket on the quilt.

I'm going into the city today, and my jacket is stained with blood, so I can't wear it anymore.

At any rate, it was a good item that he spent two liang of silver to buy, so he just threw it away, Feng Ping was still a little bit reluctant.

"If you don't go to the old and don't come to the new, you should welcome a new life."

After leaving the house, Feng Ping pushed the wheelbarrow in the courtyard, and then threw the purse and spell booklets from the dead body yesterday into the bottom of the car, then filled the cart with charcoal, and then headed in the direction of Shuntian Mansion Set off.

There has to be a reason to go to town, right?

As far as Wang Cheng's virtue is concerned, he is not allowed to be searched today!

Feng Ping pushed his wheelbarrow onto the official road, and he was very steady along the way.

It looks like a skilled worker.

Although this car is small and simple, it is not easy to push, and it will overturn if you are not careful.

Now that he was on this road again, Feng Ping's state of mind was very different, and those unrealistic illusions from yesterday had long since been forgotten.

His current purpose is very clear, to settle down in Shuntian Mansion first, and then find a way to get a larva from the Hong Demon Clan, so as to formally step into the ranks of immortal cultivators!

An hour later, Feng Ping arrived at the west gate of Shuntian Mansion.

At this time, the gate has been opened, and the guard is still Wang Cheng from yesterday.If there is a big holiday, it means that his status is low, and if he is not on duty, who is on duty?

Feng Ping parked the wheelbarrow beside the city wall, picked up a bundle of charcoal from the car, and took the initiative to come to Wang Cheng.

"Brother Wang, I honor you."

The lowest-level city guard looked at Feng Ping arrogantly, then raised his eyebrows, "You're still a smart kid, let it go."

When Feng Ping put down the charcoal and was about to turn around and leave, Wang Cheng stopped him.

"come over."

"Brother Wang, is there anything else?"

"Turn your pockets out."

Feng Ping's heart shuddered.

really.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.

The pockets were opened, and there was nothing inside.

"You kid is so poor?" Wang Cheng was a little dissatisfied that he didn't even have a copper coin.

"It's all on the leather jacket I wore yesterday." Feng Ping couldn't hide the sadness in his heart when he said this, and shook his head in disappointment.

"let's go!"

If he can't get any benefits, Wang Cheng doesn't have time to talk nonsense with this charcoal-burning boy, and the big Chinese New Year delays his income!
Feng Ping returned to the city wall, pushed the wheelbarrow, and slowly entered the city.

Today's Shuntian Mansion is still very lively, passing through the Qingshiban Street at the foot, not far away is the most prosperous Caishikou in the West City.

Usually, when he came to sell carbon, he would walk through the streets and yell loudly, rich people don't need to think too much, these people have their own way, and they don't care about Feng Ping's car at all.

Instead, turn into Guang Street, where small households can spend a few copper coins and occasionally add some charcoal to keep warm.

This time he entered the city, his goal was still that!
Feng Ping got into an alley where only three people could walk side by side, and saw no one around, so he dug out the money bag and exercises from the bottom of the car.

The banknotes and exercises were hidden in the linen shirt, and the remaining ten taels of silver were stuffed back into the bottom of the car.

Then, he pushed the cart of carbon to the door of a family, knocked on the door lightly, and left quickly.

About ten breaths later, an old man tremblingly opened the corroded wooden door. He looked around, but saw no one.

"Feng Ping." Du Shizhou smiled bitterly on his old face, and then shouted into the room, "Xiaoxin, come and help push the cart."

After a while, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with braids and a flushed face ran out.

When she saw the charcoal on the car, a strange look flashed in her eyes, "Brother Feng is here?"

"Yeah, it's been more than two months, and I thought he wouldn't survive this winter."

"Then where is brother now?" Du Zixin blinked her big eyes and looked at her grandfather.

"Maybe he's gone."

……

Feng Ping walked through the alley and entered Guang Street.

The old man surnamed Du had helped Feng Ping's family in the early years, but that was all "his" business, and Feng Ping was just helping "him" fulfill his wish.

It's best to be alone.

He came to Tongbao Bank on Guangda Street and exchanged a bank note for 95 taels of silver. Then he found the snakehead here and bought a shop that had been idle for many years for 60 taels from him.

It took another ten taels of snakeheads to help him get a household registration in Shuntian Mansion.

At this point, Feng Ping finally settled down.

He can do some things too.

For example, the current small shop of 45 square meters can be taken from the original owner for a maximum of [-] taels.

But if you do this, you won't even think about doing business in the future.

For another example, he only needs five taels of silver to settle down in Shuntian Mansion if he goes to the house.

Although the extra five taels of silver was a lot, it was not a loss if it saved him from showing his face and sold the snake's pockmarked face.

"You kid has saved a lot of money over the years."

Zhang Mazi sat casually on the threshold of the shop, smoking a big cigarette while talking.

"Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, just save this."

Feng Ping took a brief look at the shop. The location is good, right at the top of Guang Street, and the traffic flow is okay.

There are two rooms in the shop, separated by wooden boards in the middle, where there are stalls selling goods outside, and people living and resting inside.

"In your line of work, there are indeed very few who die of tuberculosis. It would be good to change your line of work as soon as possible."

Zhang Mazi had known Feng Ping for some years, and the other party had often given him charcoal over the years.

Although it's not worth a lot of money, this kid is sensible and has good eyesight, so he doesn't need to deliberately make things difficult.

Being a smuggler is not just a gangster, the behavior of bullying and dominating the market will not last for a long time, and it is easy to be targeted by officials.

Therefore, in any line of work, you must pay attention to harmony and wealth.

"I'll have to take care of Zhang Ge from now on." Feng Ping stood outside the shop, cupping his hands.

The other party is sitting on the threshold, and it is not easy for him to enter.

"Take care is necessary, and you can be regarded as the one I watched grow up." Zhang Mazi blew out a smoke ring, and continued, "By the way, have you reached fifteen weeks?"

"It's full. I've been to Dengxian Pavilion yesterday. Due to my limited talent, I couldn't draw the breath into my body." Feng Ping sighed, "Hey, that's why I abandoned my home today and brought the savings of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, and came to Fucheng to spend some time. Have a meal."

Zhang Mazi raised his head, looked more at the black and thin young man in front of him, and comforted him: "Everyone wants to cultivate immortals, but not everyone can cultivate immortals. It's okay, don't worry, look at you, Brother Zhang, you are still a fool." Humanoid."

Feng Ping was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect the snakehead in front of me to have such awareness.

But after thinking about it, the other party is in his 30s, and he has the ability to go from the bottom to the head of the snake on Guangda Street.

"I know."

"By the way, have you thought about doing business yet?"

"not yet."

Seeing Feng Ping shaking his head, Zhang Mazi paused, and said seriously, "I have a business to make a fortune, do you want to do it?"

"Also ask Brother Zhang to teach me."

"The fairy family's business! Do you want to do it?!"

(End of this chapter)