i have a fairy world

Chapter 12 Medicated Diet
"Junior brother, how is senior brother Huangfu teaching?"

Morning class.

Hu Fei is just a sleeping arhat, wobbly, wishing he could hug the wooden dummy and fall asleep.

Morning class is over.

This guy then awakened, his whole face was radiant, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he was very energetic at first glance.

"Today is the first lesson, answering questions and solving doubts, and I haven't entered the training session yet."

Although it was to answer questions, Jiang Xuan gained a lot: "I used to be in the desert, and I only saw the bravery and ruthlessness among swordsmen, but I didn't see any masters. I thought that martial arts masters were nothing more than that. Only now did I understand that outsiders Training is external training, internal training is internal training, and a true energy master who has internal training should not be insulted."

before.

Jiang Xuan has always been very confident in himself. In his opinion, no flesh and blood can resist 7.62, not even an elephant.

Now.

He wasn't sure whether 7.62 could break through the Grandmaster's body-protecting zhenqi, which could even defend against a strong bow and crossbow, so he couldn't use an anti-tank sniper rifle to hit it.

"correct."

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Xuan thought of one more thing: "Brother Huangfu is so strong, and he is also among the best in the martial arts. A genius like him shouldn't be short of money, right? Be optimistic about him and invest in him."

"this."

Hu Fei looked around and muttered in a low voice: "Someone has already offered an olive branch to Senior Brother Huangfu, but Senior Brother Huangfu didn't agree, what should I say, Senior Brother Huangfu hates those aristocratic families very much, and only wants to go down the mountain after stepping into the top class Join the army."

Speaking of joining the army.

Hu Fei explained again: "After the disciples of the mountain gate have succeeded in their studies, there are usually three routes to go. One is to stay in the mountain gate and get a deeper training from the sect. worship.

Another is to serve the imperial court. Some people choose to join the military, some people choose to take refuge in a certain prince or prince, and some people choose to act chivalrously and become god arresters to benefit the common people. How you choose depends on yourself . "

Nod.

The Baishou Palace is a holy place for martial arts.

The disciples who went down the mountain with the title of "Achieved in Learning Arts" were all elites, and they had to be quasi-first-rate if not first-rate.

It's just that I don't know what the price of going down the mountain is. The mountain gate has trained you to be a talent, no matter how you look at it, it won't let you go without a little price.

"Jiang Xuan."

All the way back to the quiet room.

As a new disciple of Jingfang, Deacon Huang will also arrange a task for Jiang Xuan: "From today onwards, you will be responsible for delivering meals to Elder Yue at the Tomb of the Sages."

"Yes, Deacon."

The disciples of Jingfang already had the duty of delivering meals.

Jiang Xuan didn't have much reaction to this, but he didn't know if Elder Yue was easy to get along with: "Deacon, what kind of person is Elder Yue, do you have any likes and taboos?"

"In the early years, Elder Yue was a well-known hero in the rivers and lakes, and there were countless bandits." Deacon Huang didn't hide it from him: "Later, he blamed himself for harming a friend by mistake, and stayed alone in the tomb of the sages, and never went down the mountain again. .”

Jiang Xuan heard it.

This is a heroic character with noble character and upright.

As for preferences and taboos.

Deacon Huang went on to say: "There are no taboos. If you like it, like most martial arts practitioners, Elder Yue likes to drink, and it's strong alcohol. I don't know about the others."

The level of science and technology in the Hangu world is not high.

For comparison, it probably looked like it was in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it was a world without gunpowder.

Wine words.

They are all rice wine, fruit wine, rice wine and other low-alcohol wines. Even some sorghum wine called spirits are actually more than 30 degrees.

Jiang Xuan thought about it.

The deacon said before that if you make good friends with these elders, you can get advice, and if you have a good eye, you may even have the opportunity to apprentice.

of course.

Jiang Xuan never thought that when he first came to the mountain gate, he would be accepted by the elders, and it would be enough to make a good first impression.

"Jiang Xuan, disciple of Jingfang, was ordered to deliver meals to Elder Yue in the Xianxian Tomb. This is my badge."

Take the badge.

Jiang Xuan came to the dining room to pick up the meal.

Speaking of it, the disciples of the mountain gate are free to eat in the dining room, and the ordinary meals are large enough to fill them up. Only the medicinal food requires extra money.

What about deacons and elders?

Going a step further, just eat the small stove of medicinal food directly. Among them, the elder is the first-class stove, with two medicinal meals and a bottle of medicinal wine, and the deacon is the second-class stove, with one medicinal meal and no wine.

"A bottle?"

Medicinal food is okay.

A dish of steamed lamb with snow lotus, a dish of hazel chicken stewed with ginseng, plus two ordinary stir-fries, a cold dish platter, a total of five dishes, belong to the elder treatment.

But the wine will not work.

It's that kind of small white porcelain bottle, it can hold three or five taels at most, and it only takes two or three mouthfuls to pour it into the mouth.

"Junior brother, the sect's supply is regulated, and it has always been like this."

Seeing that Jiang Xuan was a newcomer, the senior brother in the dining room pointed to the sign on the wall: "If you want to please the elder, you can add more to it yourself, whether you add medicinal wine or medicinal food, and you can add whatever you want with a clearly marked price." .”

Jiang Xuan looked at the wall.

I ate ordinary meals with Hu Fei yesterday, so I really didn't go to the medicinal food area.

Take a look today.

A good thing is a good thing, there are more than a dozen medicinal recipes written crookedly, the cheapest steamed lamb with snow lotus costs 30 taels of silver, and the most expensive Babao Dabu Tang costs 100 taels.

Look at medicinal wine again.

The secret-made rice wine medicinal wine costs 20 taels a catty for 30-year-old ones, 30 taels for 50-year-old ones, and [-] taels for [-]-year-old ones.

In addition to rice wine, there are rice wine, fruit wine, sorghum wine, lotus white.

But there is one thing that counts as the same, and there is no less than ten taels of silver. No matter how you look at it, it is a good way to make money.

"Expensive, I think it's expensive too. Good things have good prices. Otherwise, how do you think those high-level warriors can eat thousands of taels of silver for a meal?"

Seeing that Jiang Xuan was a little dumbfounded, the brother in the dining room sneered: "Let me tell you, eating these medicinal diets for a long time is very good for warriors to sharpen their qi and blood, and they can practice energy faster than others. It can be used for three days a day. The so-called poor culture and rich military is like this."

Jiang Xuan was curious: "Brother, have you eaten?"

"Of course." The brother in the dining room looked proud: "I will eat what they left."

Fine.

Cats have cat ways, rats have rat ways, chickens don’t pee, each has its own way.

"Brother, how is Elder Yue's alcohol tolerance?" Jiang Xuan asked again.

"A little more than a catty, less than two catties."

Elder Yue also wants to eat.

Before Jiang Xuan came, there were naturally other people who delivered the meals, so the Dafan disciples in charge of the medicinal food area knew exactly how much the elders ate and drank.

"That's it."

Heroes despise wealth and value righteousness.

Jiang Xuan thought about the character of Elder Yue, and felt that such a person would be difficult to be bought by money. If he bought a lot of wine and vegetables with great fanfare and sent them over, it would be easy to backfire: "Then add a catty of 30-year-old red sorghum medicinal wine, Add two medicinal meals."

(End of this chapter)