My fairy is so sick

Chapter 9 The Burned Yin Zhengjiang
Who is behind Po Cheong House?

Lord of Tianxiang Peak, Zhenjun Yuanying!
Xiaosanzi never thought that with such a big mountain as his back, one spirit stone could buy more than ten catties of spirit rice, and he would not be able to transfer it.

The shopkeepers around here have always been willing to help the Yin family, but today...

"I'm sorry, there's really no more ordinary Lingmi today."

The goods are sold out, it's not that he doesn't want to transfer them.

Shopkeeper Chen of Fengyuan Grain Store smiled, "A big customer came, look, he bought all my family's old bottom."

His place is full of large wooden barrels filled with rice, and there are some space magic circles engraved on the wooden barrels, but today, the bottom row of more than ten wooden barrels are all empty.

"Go around and ask a few more!"

How many more?

The third son's complexion suddenly changed.

He has transferred four companies in a row.

It's the same as Fengyuan Grain Store. The expensive Lingmi is all there, but the ordinary Lingmi is sold out.

This is not right!

The third son swallowed a mouthful of spit, "Master Chen, do you know the big customer?"

"do not know!"

Shopkeeper Chen suspected that Yin Zhengjiang asked the third son to transfer the goods because he wanted to do all his business, so he shook his head on the spot, "It's just low-grade Lingmi, it doesn't make much money, and the other party is wearing a big cloak that isolates spiritual consciousness, even if you ask him Name, can you believe it?"

This?
There are too many monks wearing such cloaks on the street, not to mention him, even if Elder Yin came here in person, he would not be able to lift the cloaks of these people.

The third son swallowed, "Then... I'll ask a few more."

"Go ahead and tell shopkeeper Yin, if you are free someday, I will treat him to tea!"

He watched the kid walk forward in a frivolous way, and he let out a loud pooh.

But at this time, the youngest son couldn't care about anything else, and ran away to a family he was not familiar with. After receiving the same answer, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly reported back.

Not far away, Gu Chengshu watched him go.

Whoever the Yin family has business dealings with, Old Uncle Yu has always nagged Yuanshen.

So, she first swept up all the food from these houses.

Although there are not many spirit stones now, to be on the safe side, we still have to sweep them.

She took eleven heavy storage bags and walked towards the Sihe Pavilion.

"Buy ordinary Lingmi with 5000 yuan Lingshi?"

"Yes!"

"...I'm sorry!" The man's face froze, "Our family has always restricted the purchase of Lingmi, and we don't sell more than [-] catties!"

"is it?"

Gu Chengshu was overjoyed, she liked this kind of store, "Ordinary Lingmi also has a purchase limit?"

"Yes!" The buddy nodded, "Fellow Daoists don't believe it, you can read the notice over there. Our Sihe Hall is the property of the Cultivation Alliance. No matter what grade of Lingmi, everyone is the same every day. The purchase limit is [-] catties." .”

that's nice!

This means that it is impossible for the Yin family to buy from here.

"Excuse me, I'll go to another house to have a look!"

Gu Chengshu turned around with a brisk voice.

Perhaps because she was too happy, she did not hide her voice this time.

In the store, a monk who was dressed in similar styles and did not distinguish between men and women, took the spiritual tea he bought, and walked out with her.

After a while, Gu Chengshu finally spent all her money.

More than 90 spirit stones, bought almost 900 million catties of spirit rice, not to mention sweeping the entire Lingyun Zongfang City, at least one-ninth of the goods.

Next...

She swaggered past the door of Baochang Building.

At this time, Yin Zhengjiang in the store was anxious to see smoke coming from the top of his head.

Wan Linglong, who didn't wait for Lingmi, had a serious face.

She doesn't care whether the little third son's words are true or not, she only recognizes Lingmi.

They only recognize the cheapest common Lingmi.

With more than 5000 outer disciples, plus some shameless inner disciples who occasionally take advantage of it, the sect consumes nearly [-] million jin of Guangling rice every year.

This should be replaced by expensive Lingmi, how can I raise it?
"Fairy Wan, please allow me a few more days!"

Yin Zhengjiang bent over, "I promise..."

"You can't guarantee it."

Wan Linglong didn't plan to give face, "Shopkeeper Yin, I'll give you another half an hour. After half an hour, the Lingmi is still not ready. You...and the Yin family's principals are about to enter the execution hall." Let's drink tea."

How does this work?
Because of Gu Chengshu, the Yin family has become a joke, and if they go to the execution hall together like this...

"You...you wait a moment, I...I will definitely get you there."

It can't be such a coincidence.

Master Fenglan must be playing tricks behind the scenes.

But no matter how tricked she is, it's impossible to buy out the entire market.

As long as he is given another three days, the Yin family will definitely be able to raise money and buy enough from other places, but now...

There was no money in the store, and neither did he.

The Yin family has done their best, and they have borrowed all the aristocratic families they have made good friends with.

Although his share of 800 million catties here is a lot, it was not too difficult to borrow from everyone.

After thinking about the past, he could only turn to that old thing called Sanchong.

Yin Zhengjiang's chest was so tight that he poured another cup of tea for Wan Zuzong, tried his best to put on a smiling face, and ran to the next door.

"Brother Yu, you heard what the third son said earlier."

He rubbed his hands, as if he just opened the store a few years ago, "The Lingmi will not be available for a while, look, can you help me?"

"Help..."

Yu Sanzhong elongated the tone.

The old man really didn't expect that Cheng Shu would be so courageous that he would take all the spirit stones in the store to buy spirit rice, cutting off the Yin family's way out.

"It's not impossible, but..."

"You say, as long as I can do it, I will do it!"

"I have to pay the account to Zhenjun Fenglan at night."

The old man sighed, "How about this, I'll make Lingmi for you, and you get something from Baochang Tower to pay for it."

Arrive again?

It's been a lot.

A new batch of talisman papers, magical artifacts, and a few gourds of good wine in the shop were all brought to him.

Still worth...

Thinking of his ancestors who were still waiting in the store, Yin Zhengjiang couldn't hold back, "Success!"

He had only one choice.

The eldest brother was going to Poison Dragon Beach, and they entered the execution hall, and the Yin family didn't even have a supporter.

"We are still short of 800 million catties of spiritual rice. If converted into spiritual stones, it is 80..."

"Wrong!"

Yu Sanzhong interrupted him, "Doing business, what am I going to do if I don't make money? Are you busy for nothing? Even if I want to be busy for nothing, True Monarch Fenglan will definitely not be happy.

In this way, I will scrape together 800 million jin of Lingmi for you, and you will get another 84 Lingshi. "

84?

Another 84 goods, what else is there in Baochang Building?
The veins on Yin Zhengjiang's forehead twitched again and again, and he really wanted to say that this was taking advantage of the fire, but when he thought of Zhenjun Fenglan and his ancestors who were still waiting in the store, he really didn't have the courage, "Okay!" He stomped his feet, " Within a quarter of an hour, you'll get me all the goods!"

"Okay," Yu Sanzhong didn't believe him, "However, in front of Fairy Linglong, we have to calculate what is due!"

"to make!"

The confrontation between the two families was seen by Wan Linglong using her spiritual sense, and Yu Sanchong's appearance made her suspect that Master Feng Lan was playing tricks inside.

However, this business... is a bit amazing!
This is including her and her master in it!

(End of this chapter)