Gou becomes a boss in the fairy world.

Chapter 896 Caravan
A path hidden in the dense forest appeared in front of Wang Chen.

This road was discovered when he was hunting not long ago, and there are fresh traces of pedestrians or hunters trampling on the road.

Wang Chen walked along this road.

After walking for more than a dozen miles, the path turned into a real mountain road-the road is paved with thick stone slabs.

The vicissitudes of time are densely covered on the surface of the stone slabs, and it is unknown how many people have trampled on them, leaving deep marks.

After walking for a mile, two forked roads diverged ahead.

To the left, or to the right?
Wang Chen hesitated for a moment, and instead of making a choice immediately, he sat down on a rock under a nearby tree.

This stone is obviously for pedestrians to rest their feet on, and the patina has been worn out on it.

Wang Chen took off the water bag hanging from his waist and took a sip of cool spring water.

He planned to wait here to see if any pedestrians came to ask for directions, so as not to run around like headless chickens.

Facts have proved that Wang Chen's decision is correct.

He waited in place for almost half an hour before he heard a sound coming from afar.

Soon a caravan of mules and horses came to Sanchakou.

The scale of this caravan was small, with four or five mules and horses and a dozen or so people, each mule and horse carried a heavy load, and all the people in the caravan carried swords and bows, and they were obviously warriors.

The leader was an old man with gray temples, he glanced at Wang Chen with his dim eyes, hesitated but didn't stop.

Until he came to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen got up and saluted, and asked, "Old man, I got lost in the mountains, which way should I go to the nearest county?"

"The nearest county?"

The old man's eyes were a little strange.

Wang Chen was dressed as a hunter, but he said he lost his way in the mountains and sat at the intersection and didn't know which way to go.

Is this reasonable?

It doesn't make sense at all!

But the old man has lived for such a long time, and has seen many strange things and people. He has been able to live in peace until now, and he has his own set of rules for dealing with things.

No matter how strange he was, he replied with a smile on the surface: "The nearest county here is Yancheng, and our caravan is going to Yancheng. If you don't mind my little brother, you can go with our caravan."

His eyes were vicious, and he didn't see Wang Chen as a villain or a bandit spy, so he was willing to form a good relationship with Wang Chen.

Wang Chen was grateful: "Thank you very much."

"you are welcome."

The old man turned around with a smile on his face, and shouted: "Everyone rest here, and we will start after noon."

So the caravan stopped on the side of the road to rest, to eat, to drink, to take care of the fodder for the mules and horses.

The old man put away the whip in his hand, sat down on the rock beside Wang Chen, and asked curiously, "Little brother, where did you come from?"

Wang Chen didn't answer directly, but took off the tiger skin tied on his back: "Old man, do you accept fur goods?"

"let me see."

The old man glanced deeply at Wang Chen, and then took the tiger skin.

"We accept both mountain goods and leather goods."

He opened the folded tiger skin, carefully inspected it inside and out, and said, "Your tiger skin is not bad, it is very complete, but the tanning technique is a bit weak."

Wang Chen rubbed his nose: "You give me an estimate, and it will be out if it suits you."

His animal hide tanning skills are really average, mainly because he hasn't worked hard in this area.

"If you want me to accept it..."

The old man put up a finger: "I can only give you 100 taels of silver at most, but you can sell it in Yancheng, and if you meet a suitable buyer, it is possible to offer you 300 taels!"

He emphasized: "I'm not cheating people, this is the rule of our industry. I don't need to make money, but I can't break the rules."

"So if you want to sell it at a high price, you should take it to Yancheng!"

With that said, he was about to return the tiger skin to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen didn't answer, waved his hand and said, "Then it's 100 taels."

He, or Ling Zhiyuan didn't have much concept of money in his memory. Wang Chen was not very clear about the purchasing power of the 100 taels of silver.

It's just that the other party's attitude is very frank, and he also speaks clearly, so Wang Chen doesn't bother to bother.

The old man froze his head.

Two 300 taels of silver is not a small amount.

You must know that for an ordinary family of five, a dozen or 20 taels is enough for a year's living expenses.

300 taels of silver can buy a nice house in Yancheng!

As a result, Wang Chen didn't care about the price difference at all, and was willing to pay him a low price.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Wang Chen's indifference is not pretended. He gives the old man the impression that he is a son of a wealthy family who has been luxurious for generations, and his speech and demeanor reveal the temperament of a superior.

This made the old man who was used to seeing the world a little uneasy, he put away the tiger skin, gritted his teeth, took out two bank notes from his pocket and handed them to Wang Chen: "Thank you very much."

Wang Chen took the bank notes and saw that they were all in denominations of one hundred.

He is very familiar with bank notes, he can tell that they are not fake when he touches them, and the bank that draws the notes is also a well-known big bank.

Ling Zhiyuan spent a lot.

Wang Chen handed one back to the other party: "If you say one hundred, then it will be one hundred."

As a result, the old man insisted on not accepting it with a smile on his face - he would rather earn less than offend people who don't know the details.

Wang Chen was too lazy to chat with this old Jianghu, so he simply put away the bank notes, and then threw a bag to the other party.

It contained four severed tiger claws.

"So be it!"

The old man didn't even see where Wang Chen got the bag, and he wondered secretly, but he didn't dare to talk anymore.

He dug out the wine from the mule's bag and asked Wang Chen to drink with him.

As a result, Wang Chen stopped drinking after only one sip—sour.

And this also strengthened the idea of ​​​​the old man, and his attitude towards him was more polite.

After noon, everyone had enough rest, and the caravan resumed its journey.

This caravan came from the road on the left, and went to the road on the right. The old leader led the way in front, and chatted with Wang Chen, and no one else had any opinions.

This old man has a lot of experience and is very shrewd. All kinds of allusions, anecdotes, and anecdotes from the rivers and lakes are well-documented, which makes Wang Chen listen with great interest, and he doesn't feel that the journey is boring at all.

In this way, I followed the caravan for about twenty miles, and it was almost evening.

The old man said: "Little brother, there is an inn three miles ahead, we will stay there at night."

Wang Chen nodded, but did not speak.

The old boss told a group of caravan guys to speed up, and before it was completely dark, they saw the mountain inn with lanterns hanging on them.

The size of this inn does not seem to be small, there are already many mules and horses parked outside, obviously there have been merchants here long ago.

With the help of the light from the lanterns hanging under the eaves, Wang Chen clearly saw the signboard of the inn.

Tongfu Inn!
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The second is sent.

(End of this chapter)