Longevity Gu Dao: Start from refining infatuation Gu

Chapter 81 Grain sells for gold price, as stable as Zhou Sui of an old dog

at dusk.

Many casual cultivators came back from the city center dejectedly, empty-handed and extremely depressed.

"What's the matter? Didn't you buy any food?"

someone asked.

"Buy a fart, the shops are basically closed now, no one is doing business at all, and you can't buy food even if you have spirit stones."

A grey-robed monk was cursing, and now he was really angry.

He had never experienced anything like this in his life.

"It's too exaggerated. How could there be no food? Could it be that our dignified monks will really starve to death?"

Someone is very depressed.

"Hey, you don't know how amazing the price of food is now. It changes three times a day."

A monk in white robe said frightenedly.

In the morning, he could barely afford the price of grain and rice, but he thought it was too expensive, so he didn't buy it.

Who knows, the price doubled at noon, and he started to get anxious.

At night, even if he raised the price tenfold, no one would sell it to him.

"Isn't it? Before, I wanted to exchange a low-grade magic weapon with others for food, but I found out that a low-grade magic weapon can only be exchanged for [-] catties of spiritual rice. People don't care if there is too much."

"This is too ridiculous. A low-grade magic weapon can only be exchanged for [-] catties of spiritual rice. Are these spiritual rice all foundation building pills? How can it be so expensive and exaggerated? It's outrageous."

"What is this? Someone took a Yellow Dragon Pill to exchange for rice, but no one exchanged it."

"Nimma, when did the price of Lingmi become more expensive than the pill, it's just ridiculous."

"I can't help it. Rare things are precious. Who let those wicked demon cultivators burn down our grain depots in Miyun City, so that there is not much spiritual rice in the whole city now."

"That's right, pills can't be eaten as food, and they can't fill your stomach. Now Lingmi is much more valuable than pills."

"Hehe, I don't believe that all the Lingmi has been burned, there must be a lot of storage."

"It is true that there are still a lot of ling rice in the storage bag, but these people are hoarding the goods and living in a strange place. They are not willing to sell the ling rice. Instead, they increase the price to sell it. It is clear that they want to suck our blood and take advantage of the opportunity. Make a fortune."

"These unscrupulous businessmen are damned. Miyun City is about to starve, and they even raised the price of Lingmi. Those guys clearly want us to starve to death."

"If it really doesn't work, then let's fight to the death with Xianxiazong. I would rather open the formation in Miyun City than starve to death in Miyun City."

Many casual cultivators were talking about it, and their faces were extremely ugly.

They originally thought that if they went to the center of the city, they might have a chance to buy food.

But who would have thought that due to the shortage of food, the price of food has risen steadily to an outrageous level.

Many casual cultivators can no longer afford Lingmi at all, and are so poor that they can only eat dirt.

Basically, there is no Lingmi in circulation in the market now, and you may not be able to buy it if you have money.

Some monks are even more vicious. If the Xianxia Sect is really dead, then they would rather fight with the Xianxia Sect than starve to death in Miyun City.

But so far, these rogue cultivators have not been driven to a desperate situation, and some people still left some food in their storage bags, which can barely last for a while.

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At this moment, inside the house.

The table is filled with all kinds of dishes, which are fragrant, complete in variety and rich in materials.

It formed a sharp contrast with the monks outside.

Zhou Sui, Mu Ziyan, Ji Bingyu, Xia Jingyan and others also sensed the situation outside. Obviously, the shortage of rice and meat was more serious than imagined.

Many casual cultivators are in a state of hunger, and their tempers are quite violent.

They are not those mud-legged people in the secular society, but monks who have mastered power.

If these monks rioted, it would definitely cause terrible damage.

"Sir, the monks outside are short of food and meat, and the prices are extremely high. We have stored so much food, why don't we take the opportunity to sell it at a high price and make a fortune."

Mu Ziyan admitted that she was a little tempted, that dozens of catties of Lingmi could be exchanged for a magic weapon, a Huanglong Pill, which has never been such a good thing.

This is equivalent to exchanging a bowl of rice for a piece of gold, which is too huge a profit.

It's hard not to make people want to sell food at a high price.

If you do a few deals, wouldn't you be able to easily earn tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones?
"No, this kind of money cannot be earned."

Zhou Sui waved his hand: "Speaking of profiteering business, is there any more profitable business than our spirit wine business? Turning ordinary wine into spirit wine, a huge profit is not enough to describe this kind of business. We have no shortage of spirit stones now.

Once we sell food on a large scale, no matter how cautious our actions are, people will definitely notice it, and other monks will know that we may have stored a large amount of food.

They know this, but they will not be grateful to Dade, and they will not want to trade with us. Instead, they will only have one idea, which is to rob us of food.

The reason why those family monks can do this kind of profiteering food business is because they have enough strength, even in the face of a monk riot, they can easily suppress it, we don't have this kind of ability.

Of course, if those casual cultivators exchange some precious treasures with us, then small-scale exchanges can also be carried out. If it is not treasures, then it is completely unnecessary. "

Although this kind of business will definitely allow him to earn a lot of spiritual stones and make him rich overnight, but he has no strength in such a profitable business, so he can't grasp it at all.

Once his whereabouts are exposed, he will inevitably be besieged by casual cultivators.

Putting himself in danger for so few spirit stones is completely throwing away the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds.

Not worth the candle.

"My husband is right. The business of selling spirit wine alone is enough to make us a lot of money. There is no need to take risks. Our most important goal now is to be safe, keep a low profile, and be transparent."

Ji Bingyu nodded, also agreeing with this point.

"Indeed, we really don't need to take risks"

Xia Jingyan also agrees with this point. In fact, he is too cautious when he is a husband and wife, and he is just step by step.

Even now that he has become a monk at the seventh level of Qi training, his character has not changed.

But such a steady personality also brought her a great sense of security.

She also knew some Taoist couples before, and they were basically husbands who often took risks in the wild, hunting monsters, and in an accident, the husband died, leaving only the female cultivator to become a widow.

This is how conflicts end up, and things like this happen all the time.

"It seems that you have eaten and drank enough these days, and you are a little energetic."

"I actually started thinking about these miscellaneous things."

"I'll go wash up later, and see how my husband educates you."

Zhou Sui waved his hand.

"Master."

Hearing this, Mu Ziyan's legs trembled, as if thinking of something, her pretty face flushed.

"Good husband, my concubine will come over soon."

Ji Bingyu giggled, and looked at Zhou Sui with winking eyes.

"Hmph, little man, I want to see how you educate me."

Xia Jingyan looked at Zhou Sui provocatively.

After a while, the room was filled with spring light, and the figures swayed, ignoring the disturbance from the outside world.

(End of this chapter)