Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 13 Sales
Always stay with me.

Tomorrow is the day when Deacon Li arrives, and there is not much time left for Wang Ba.

But he still fermented, fed and cleaned the chicken feed in an orderly manner.

After finishing the work, even though I was in a hurry, it was still evening.

It wasn't long before the market closed.

Wang Ba was not in a hurry.

This was the result of his deliberate choice.

During the daytime, there were many people, and he brought so many soul chickens, which would definitely attract the attention of others.

If a monk passed by, they might be seen through.

Wang Ba was not absolutely sure about the blinding effect of the power of Yin God.

But before the market closes, the risk will be much smaller.

The most important thing is that there is actually a little limit to the use of Yin God's power.

"The more people are deceived, the greater the consumption of Yinshen's power will be. I just deceived Lao Hou and Niu Yong, and the consumption is not bad, only about one-twentieth of it was consumed."

But it is conceivable that if one wants to deceive a whole city of people at the same time, a drop of Yinshen's power will definitely not be enough.

So, just avoid crowds.

After some hesitation, he finally set off with thirteen spiritual chickens.

The male spirit chicken, which was somewhat different from other spirit chickens, was kept by him as a breeder chicken, and it filled the vacancy of Jiaer, which had been sold before.

In other words, there are four spiritual chickens hidden in the villa.

A[-] and A[-] are two roosters, A[-] and A[-] are two hens.

This time, he didn't go to Xiyuanfang City which is the closest to him, but 'Nanhufang City' in the other direction.

Nanhufang City is located in the valley and on the bank of Nanhu Lake. It can be said to be surrounded by mountains and rivers, with excellent scenery.

Although this is still the fringe handyman area of ​​the sect, it is already the outermost place.

Go south for a few miles, and you will be out of the scope of the Dongshengzong's sect.

Of course, outer sect disciples often patrol the borders of the sect. With the means of these immortals, they are absolutely impossible to escape from such miscellaneous tasks.

But Wang Ba didn't plan to leave the sect either.

Although there are various restrictions here, it is also his blessed land.

After leaving the sect, where can he find such a place where he can raise spirit chickens and gain longevity?

The seemingly ordinary free chicken feed alone is a big problem.

In particular, he still needs the Fangshi here to exchange a sufficient number of rare chickens for him.

Xu Shizhuang's physique was blessed by three levels, even with thirteen spiritual chickens on his back, he could walk like flying.

Along the way, try to avoid encountering others head-on.

He didn't want to waste the power of Yin God on passers-by.

Fortunately, he chose a good time, and he didn't meet many people along the way.

The main reason is that Nanhufang City is located in a remote location, and there are not many blood relatives of monks living nearby.

So he carried the spirit chicken on his back as he wished, and walked into Nanhufang City.

Unlike the prosperity of Xiyuanfang City, there are obviously fewer stores in Nanhufang City.

Correspondingly, there are only two grocery stores in the entire Nanhufang City.

On the narrow road paved with bluestone slabs, a few people hurried past.

Some people glanced at Wang Ba inadvertently, but then turned their heads indifferently.

In their eyes, what they saw was the image of a middle-aged man in an ocher robe carrying a large bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket was quiet, as if there were herbs or something.

Feeling the rapid shrinkage of the drop of Yinshen power in Yinshen Palace.

Wang Ba couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Fortunately, he had explored the way before and was quite familiar with the layout of Fangshi, so he arrived at his destination in a short while.

'Ran Dao miscellaneous grain shop'.

To Wang Ba's relief, there were no customers in the shop except the shopkeeper and the servants who were taking inventory.

The consumption of Yin God's power suddenly slowed down.

Fortunately, there are still nearly seven tenths of the power of the Yin God left.

"Guests hurry up and take a look, the market will be closed later."

The shopkeeper was a rich middle-aged man with two mustaches. He glanced at Wang Ba who came in, greeted him casually, and ordered the servants to clean up.

In his eyes, this is a coolie handyman with an ordinary appearance and extremely ordinary clothes.

Although he was carrying a big bamboo basket, he looked like a poor ghost.

Wang Ba just glanced at the other party's eyes and understood the other party's thoughts.

But he didn't waste any time, and immediately went straight to the point: "Shopkeeper, do you accept spirit chickens here?"

"I'm sorry, but the shop doesn't accept rare chickens... spirit chickens?!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper turned his head subconsciously, and looked at Wang Ba again, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

But he immediately rolled his eyes and coughed:
"You want to sell spirit chickens?"

"Exactly. Do you dare to ask if your store accepts spirit chickens? What price?"

Wang Ba clasped his hands and asked.

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and raised his hand as an invitation.

"Er Hu, serve tea. Come, guests, please sit down."

Wang Ba was anxious, but he sat down calmly.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Wang Ba without a trace again, and then glanced at the dilapidated bamboo basket that Wang Ba had unloaded. His smile became stronger, but his tone became more and more calm and said:

"Of course the spiritual chicken is harvested. I thought it was a rare chicken just now."

"Oh, my guest, you don't know. Rare chickens are not worth much now, and spiritual chickens are barely worth a little money. How many do you have?"

Wang Ba was stunned for a moment.

Lingji, barely worth some money?
When did Lingji become so cheap?
Or is his vision too low?

What he thinks is expensive is worthless in the eyes of others?

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment, but still said: "One, a male spirit chicken, the first rank is inferior."

"Oh, first-order low-grade, it's still public..."

The middle-aged shopkeeper dragged his tone, stroked his mustache, and laughed:

"The guest may not be aware that the male chicken is worthless, and the price is at most half of that of the hen."

"Coupled with the recent drop in the price of spirit chickens, this price..."

Wang Ba nodded when he heard the words, he naturally knew this.

But he is equivalent to buying without money, even if it is cheaper, he will simply sell it.

"Shopkeeper, just tell me the price."

Wang Ba urged.

"Okay! Come on, then I'll just say it straight, this spirit chicken, I'll give you this number..."

The shopkeeper stretched out five fingers.

"Five spirit stones?!"

Wang Ba was surprised this time.

Could it be that the shopkeepers of the group of miscellaneous grain stores in Xiyuanfang City collectively lowered the price?
It really is a profiteer!

"What spirit stone!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper said displeasedly: "It's 5000 taels of silver!"

Hearing this price, Wang Ba was stunned and couldn't believe his ears:

"How much? 5000 taels... silver?"

"That's right, this spiritual chicken was not cheap in the past, it cost seven to eight thousand taels of silver! It's a pity that there have been a lot of spiritual chickens flowing out of Dingzizhuang recently, isn't it worthless..."

The middle-aged shopkeeper was chattering.

However, Wang Ba no longer had the heart to listen to his nonsense.

"Since the shopkeeper is not sincere, forget it."

After listening to a few words, Wang Ba didn't know that the other party slaughtered him as a fat sheep.

The market price, 1 taels of silver, can barely be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone.

He didn't waste any time, he picked up the bamboo basket as if he was going to leave.

"Guest don't leave, how much do you want?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper asked back.

"Three spirit stones!"

Wang Ba paused, and gave his price in mind.

Lu Jialiang Ji gave three yuan and four cents before, and he was in a hurry to deal with it, even if it was less, he was willing.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged shopkeeper shook his head again and again:
"Three pieces? That's too much! Up to eight spirit stones!"

Although he didn't want to waste the power of the Yin God, Wang Ba still didn't want to talk nonsense, so he just picked up the bamboo basket and left.

"Hey, customers, don't leave. If you still think it's cheap, you might as well say a price, hey, hey!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper stood on tiptoe behind him and shouted.

But he still saw Wang Ba go to another grocery store with a bamboo basket on his back.

The middle-aged shopkeeper who saw this scene showed a sneer instead:
"Ah!"

"A mud-legged kid who got lucky with shit luck, how dare he hope for a spirit stone!"

"Aren't you going to come to me later!"

"Go out from me, the shopkeeper of 'Liu Ji Shop' dare to take over?"

"Return eight spirit stones, hey!"

(End of this chapter)