Lu Ming

Chapter 14 Two Baskets of Stones
Doing so has the tendency to overturn the broader market. According to Chu Jianli, if you have robbed all the merchants, who will Lao Tzu sell to?
Therefore, this Bai Shou household is sick in his head, a strange flower, a heresy, and a tumor that destroys the stability and unity of the neighborhood. Therefore, the Pingfeng Village was quickly absorbed by the surrounding old financial gangs. both
After two years of fighting and killing, blood is often seen. After the fight, the bosses will come out and talk about the number.

When Cao Chuan heard this, he also sighed with emotion. The seemingly peaceful stockade had only a few lives in his speech, and there might be more lives behind.

Judging from the attitudes of these people, it seems that this kind of thing often happens today, and he has no intention of helping. The ring in his hand is his old man's trump card, and he only uses it to save his life.Besides, his "magic powers" are actually very limited, and if you are a little farther away, you won't be able to put things in.

Since the evening, there have been people from the mountain villages entering the village one after another, in groups, the old farmers are carrying the burden, and the young and strong are all carrying knives and axes.

Zhao Si and Zhao Si wandered to the public library and looked at the legendary delivery of public food. There was no big bucket or small bucket in the imagination. Lu Kengfang sat at the door, with a large bag of salt brought by Cao Chuan next to it. Very familiar, joking, Lao Lu took a look at the rice, then wrote a few strokes on the account book, and finished.

When the rice and camellias were all put into storage, the old farmer who came to deliver the grain took out a few small cloth pockets. Staring eagerly.

Old Lu obviously knew what he had in mind. Several cloth pockets were only filled with two and a half bags before he stopped. The old farmers here refused to obey, and the dialect was spoken in a hurry and fast. The pronunciation was very strange. Cao Chuan was stunned. Did not understand.

Lao Lu also changed his face and started scolding people. After scolding, he scooped half a spoon of salt into the cloth bag, and sent the old peasant away with a painful look on his face.

The old peasant turned around and saw Cao Chuan in a strange costume. Zhao Si said a few words next to him, so a few people gave Cao Chuan a bow, and they hurriedly returned the salute, and then watched the old peasant tie up the salt sack and lift the empty burden down the mountain.

Lu Wenwen came over after cleaning up and said, "The people in the mountains have no knowledge. This sea salt, sir, has no bitter taste. The mats of large families are also used. If you change the amount of rice in the past, you will not be able to live this day."

Cao Chuan said with a smile: "It's okay to give more, it's not something of value. I'll send a message in a few days, and it won't be difficult to carry another batch from the sect."

After listening to Lu Dao, he shook his head: "Mr. is going to go out for a wander after all. If you give more now, it will be difficult to say when the time comes. The mountain people accept death, but it doesn't matter whether your husband wanders or not."

As soon as Cao Chuan heard people say this, it was not easy to interrupt. After all, he really didn't plan to stay in this cottage for a long time.

In the next two days, the mountain people who were both farmers and bandits gathered at Pingfeng Village one after another. Zhou Tong sent three groups of people down the mountain for reinforcements. It was calculated that hundreds of people were sent down the mountain. Zhou Tong stopped after this. Those who come stay in the stockade.

The scene of people yelling and barking finally disappeared, and the stockade seemed to be back to its former state, but I could still feel the undercurrent of calm, the young men who gathered together every day to sharpen their knives and dance guns, and the spies who kept going up the mountain to report news. It can be seen there.

When Cao Chuan was impatient, Zhao Wutian finally appeared in someone's eager eyes.

A group of people, carrying two burdens and carrying two burdens on their backs, came back in a hurry.

Cao Chuan was on Qingshitai when he saw Zhao Wutian coming up, and he hurriedly greeted him to unload his burden. Zhao Si brought a few bowls of tea next to him. Zhao Wutian dipped the tea in the bowl and said, "That's all, sir, see if it works. ."

Cao Chuan nodded and said that he was working hard, and everyone lifted the straw mat on the bamboo basket, and a pile of stones lay in the basket.

There are big and small stones. The big one is half a bamboo basket, and the smaller one is the size of a human head. Three or five pieces are packed into one basket. All stones have a characteristic, the surface is bright red.

Before Cao Chuan could speak, Zhou Tong stared and asked, "30 taels of silver in exchange for two picks of stones? Wutian, what do you say?"

Zhao Wutian hurriedly squatted down and untied the two cloth bundles. Once the bundles were opened, dozens of bright red blanks were exposed. These blanks were not big, and they were obviously polished, similar to the two sold by Cao Chuan. .

Only then did Zhao Wutian explain: "These small materials account for the price, and they are all polished by Lao Cai. It takes a lot of work, and the smallest one costs five coins. The big materials in the basket were picked out by me from the stone pile. To sell the uncle's face, I only charge [-] taels of silver for two loads of big materials."

Zhou Tong scolded with a smile: "This Lin family is really looking for money. 30 taels of silver can buy a good house in Lin'an, so this little stone is exchanged? Come on, come on, we mountain people can't compete with old money."

"Do these Mr. Stones work well?" Having said that, Zhou Tong turned to look at Cao Chuan.

"It works, it works." Cao Chuan nodded with a smile: "I'm here to thank all the brothers, there will always be a thank you later, everyone just relax."

Zhao Wutian and several people said that they were not willing to take it. When Zhou Tong saw that Mr. was satisfied, he asked if he needed to go for another trip. Cao Chuan hurriedly said that this was enough for now, and Zhou Tong arranged for Lu accountant to take everyone down for the reward.

Cao Chuan waited for Zhao Wutian's group to go down, and asked Zhao Si to take out all the stones in the pick and pile them up, and put the dozens of small materials on it, and then wave his sleeves in front of Zhou Tong and the others. , the stone disappeared without a trace
Chu Jianli was the first time he saw Cao Chuan use his "magic powers". He opened his eyes and opened his mouth. He turned his head to look at Zhou Tong who was in the shape of a mud bodhisattva next to him, and then looked at Cao Chuan who sat down and smiled lightly. In one sentence: "Sir, this is a real supernatural power, I am afraid that there is also a seat in the emperor's house!"

"Third Master is joking." Cao Chuan laughed after hearing this: "Pindao came to the Ming Dynasty for the purpose of cultivation and experience, not to go to the Great Neighborhood as a national teacher to eat and worship. Recently, he has learned a lot in the mountains. Supplies, the emperor's family does not have."

It seemed that he was flickering, and then Cao Chuan didn't talk much about ghosts and methods, and the topic was brought to Chu Jianli himself.After this incident, the attitude of the third master became much more respectful. Hearing Cao Chuan talk about himself, he didn't hide anything, so he introduced his origins.

Chu Jianli worked in a business gang when he was a teenager, and traveled all the year round.That year, when the caravan crossed Tianmu Mountain, he was looted by a group of strong men, so he survived and was rescued by the people in Pingfeng Village who arrived later.

At that time, it was the time when the heroes in the Tianmu Mountain area were rising together. When he recovered from his injuries, that group of strong men had already been wiped out by the Pingfeng Village, and Chu Jianli had nowhere to go, so he officially turned the grass into a bandit.

(End of this chapter)