Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 8

The sky was slightly bright, but no rooster crowed to announce the dawn.

Fearing that it would be freezing cold, even the rooster wanted to squint for a while.

Feng Ping washed up briefly in the house, put down twenty Wen coins in the house, came to the door, picked up the charcoal gray linen clothes thrown down last night, put them on and prepared to go out.

His movements were very light, and he didn't want to disturb Wang Yuan, but the other party's ears were like dogs, and he opened the door to see the slightest movement.

"Are you trying to get away, kid!"

No wonder!
Feng Ping couldn't help but laugh, kindly treating him like a donkey.

"The money is on the table."

After finishing speaking, I didn't want to talk nonsense with the shopkeeper, so I wrapped up my clothes and walked out of the inn.

On the third day of the first lunar month, avoid traveling.

The street was empty, and I occasionally saw one or two watchmen rushing home with their gongs in their hands.

Feng Ping had something to do today, so naturally he didn't care about the customs. First, he had to buy some goods as Zhang Mazi said, and second, he had to go to the pharmacy to prepare some good things for Zhang Mazi.

Cai Shikou.

In the busiest street in Shuntianfu in the past, there were very few shops open for business, and occasionally a few were empty. Xiaoer was wearing thick clothes, with a charcoal stove at his feet, sitting in front of the counter and lighting beans.

Feng Ping stood at the door and lightly knocked on the door panel.

"Boss...boss..."

"Huh?" The waiter opened his eyes in a daze, and waved his hands repeatedly when he saw Feng Ping, "Go, go, buy or not."

"I'll buy some rice noodles from you, how much is this brown rice?" Feng Ping is not annoyed at all, don't blame others for his rags.

People adorn clothes, horses adorn saddles, this principle is applicable everywhere.

"Oh?" Xiaoer regained his energy, and now he is completely awake, "Six hundred cash per stone, you want to eat so much!"

One stone is ten buckets, one bucket is ten liters.

A normal person only has about one catty of grain a day.

"There is a small shop on Guangda Street, which mainly sells groceries, and sells some rice noodles by the way." Feng Ping knew that his clothes were dirty, so he didn't enter the house, and pointed to the white noodles and asked, "What about it?"

"Eight hundred cash per stone." The waiter looked him over carefully.

"Two stones each, the boss sells dry food, how about cheaper?"

Xiao Er took out his abacus and said, "Twenty-eight dollars, not a penny less."

"Hey." Seeing that the other party didn't let go, Feng Ping didn't want to continue bargaining, "Three taels of silver, how about sending it to Guangda Street for me before Shen Shi?"

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he ran errands with two hundred coins, and his relationship was taken advantage of!
"Well, boss, I will deliver it to you on time. But according to the rules, there is a deposit of one tael of silver."

Feng Ping took out three taels of silver from his pocket, and handed it over, "Chen's Grain Company, without this little reputation, can't be so big. Please, brother, deliver it to the east end of Guangda Street, and I will stand by the door of the store then."

After a brief explanation, Feng Ping walked around twice and finally found a carpenter.

To buy a complete set of furniture, it took another six taels of silver and one hundred taels of silver, leaving only 16 taels of silver.

"Spending money is like running water."

After working until noon, I finally got all the things I bought.

But there is one last thing left!
"That thing is not easy to buy." Feng Ping shook his head.

At this time, he had already taken off his torn linen clothes and changed into a jacket. Although it was not as good as the blood-stained leather jacket at home, it also cost him two taels of silver.

He hadn't eaten all morning, and he was already hungry.

As a time traveler, he had been suffering for more than two months, and with money in his pocket at this time, it would be unreasonable to be sorry for his five internal organs temple.

Shouxianlou is a restaurant located in the northeast corner of Caishikou.

Eat and listen to opera during the day, and listen to music at night.

A store earns two sides of the money.

Feng Ping didn't have that leisure and elegance, let alone the spare money to go to the bar to listen to music.

So he goes during the day.

Approaching the restaurant, the lintel is nearly three meters high, on which is written "Shouxianlou" with nanmu plaques and gilt characters, and the doorposts on both sides are flying and phoenix dancing separately:
"A banished immortal enters this building to eat phoenix marrow and dragon liver"

"The Qashqai enters this house to enjoy the Yaoqin under the moon"

Feng Ping could read characters.

Dare to say it!

This didn't make Master Chi Lian cut him with a sword, which shows that there are people above him.

Stepping up the steps, the waiter's attitude has improved a lot. Of course, there is also the reason why he changed his clothes.

"Guest, please come inside."

Feng Ping nodded and walked in.

He randomly picked a table in the corner, ordered a few signboards here, and sent Xiaoer away.

Obviously it was the first time he entered the Shouxian Tower, but he acted so familiar, of course, it had something to do with the original him.

I don't know how long I've been coveting this boy Feng Ping.

Gourd duck, rice with eight treasures, steamed fish...

Which one is not on his mind?
The six dishes were served in less than a stick of incense, and in order to avoid being misunderstood as a free meal, Feng Ping had already paid for it before the dishes were served.

This table was full, and it cost him three taels of silver!
That nearly five hundred catties of rice noodles is only this price!
Of course, Feng Ping didn't feel bad either.

Not his money anyway.

Pick up the chopsticks and eat.

After a while, I sweated.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, Feng Ping held his chopsticks, looked up, and saw a group of teenagers around his age filing in.

With a simple glance, there are more than 20 people.

"Shopkeeper Kong! I'm going to have a banquet with my classmates here today. All the expenses will be charged to me."

In the crowd, a handsome young man walked out, with sword eyebrows and staring eyes, and a fearful nose. He waved his folding fan and preached loudly.

Behind them, a group of boys and girls were whispering, their faces could not hide their complacency.

Chengxiantang needs to start after the seventh day of the junior high school.

These days are a good time for these quasi-cultivators to call friends and exchange feelings.

After all, there is no guarantee that there will be golden elixir seedlings here, so why don't you want to make friends now, so that they look familiar?
Soon, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes hurried downstairs. He came to the group of teenagers in three steps at a time, and said with a smile on his face: "Isn't this Mr. Zhao? I should come to the door to congratulate myself , Mistake, misstep!"

"Shopkeeper Kong, let's make some arrangements." Zhao Yunlong said with the folding fan on his back.

"all these are?"

"You can make friends with me, what do you think?"

Kong Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled even more.

"It's all fairy houses, it's all fairy houses, all fees are free today."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, another girl appeared in the crowd, her chin slightly raised, her face full of disdain:

"Do you look down on Mr. Zhao from Zhao's firm?"

"Just now I said, Mr. Zhao will pay for everything today!"

Zhao Yunlong glanced at the other tables in the shop, drew a big circle with the paper fan in his right hand, and continued:
"The expenses of these people should also be counted on me!"

"Young Master Zhao is so grand!"

"I wish Mr. Zhao attain enlightenment and immortality as soon as possible!"

For a while, all kinds of compliments came and went, endlessly.

Feng Ping sat in the corner, he waved his hand to the dazed waiter, and called him over.

"Guest officer, what else do you need?"

"Someone paid the bill, can the three taels of silver be returned to me?"

(End of this chapter)