The five-power god of the world of gods and ghosts!

Chapter 51 Common things!

Three days later, the sky was bright and it was on the streets south of Beifeng County.

Deng Yang was sitting at an open-air stall on the side of the road having breakfast, drinking morning tea leisurely, looking at ease.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning when he saw an idle man wearing a coarse cloth and carrying large and small bags at the end of the street that he appeared at the corner that Deng Yang slowly put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Taoist Master, I have prepared all the medicinal materials and grains you asked for. In addition, I have collected fifty chickens for you. Why don't you take a look first?"

As the idle man walked to the stall, he immediately nodded and bowed to Deng Yang, with a flattering look on his face.

"Well, these grains are quite useful."

"It's just that these medicinal materials were all produced in that year?"

After briefly looking through the package handed over by Xian Han, Deng Yang suddenly frowned when he saw the large package of medicinal materials.

"Taoist Master, I traveled all over Beifeng County to collect the medicinal materials you asked for. It's just that you all need old medicines. Where can you find these small pharmacies?"

Hearing Deng Yang's words, Xian Han suddenly looked bitter.

This was not the first time he had dealt with Deng Yang. Although he knew that this veteran Taoist priest was generous, the demands he made were indeed a bit overwhelming.

Either he was asked to purchase various minerals and strange things that he had never heard of, or he was asked to collect old medicines.

How could these things be obtained by an idle guy like him who was just fooling around in Beifeng City?

"Forget it, let's put these things down first. Next, you continue to collect some chickens and continue to pay attention to the old medicine. Money is not a problem. I will give you another list. As long as you receive the things, you can send them directly to my residence. .”

Seeing Xian Han's appearance, Deng Yang knew that he had tried his best.

The things he needed were indeed not easily available in drug stores in small border counties.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After taking out some loose money and a list from his sleeves and handing them to the idle man, Deng Yang gave a few more instructions before heading north of the city with large and small bags.

Returning to Yizhuang in the north of the city, Deng Yang immediately put all the purchased materials into categories, then carried a large bag of medicinal materials and soybeans and walked to the stone mill in the corner of the courtyard.

After using a stone mill to grind dangshen, astragalus, atractylodes, yam and other medicinal materials with soybeans into powder, Deng Yang walked to a simple horse house in the north of Yizhuang.

"I've been serving you like a beast every day."

After feeding various medicinal powders and fodder to the maroon horse in the stable, and adding dozens of chickens to the manger, Deng Yang patted the dust in his hands angrily.

Ever since he brought the bay-red horse back from Xiawangzhuang three days ago, Deng Yang has been busy preparing various secret medicines for cultivating beasts.

Although it is not yet certain whether this bay red horse is pregnant with a dragon species, in order to increase the chance of survival of the dragon species in its belly, it is still necessary to prepare early.

After all, this bay-red horse is just an ordinary mortal beast. It is difficult to give birth to a spiritual seed in the body of a mortal beast. If the acquired nutritional skills cannot keep up, even if it is lucky enough to become pregnant, it is very likely to die young.

For the dragon seed that might exist in his belly, Deng Yang's daily workload almost doubled.

The most important thing is that various old medicines for refining secret animal breeding medicines in Beifeng County are too scarce, otherwise Deng Yang would not send people to purchase some ordinary medicinal materials every few days to use as substitutes. .

"Hey, I hope you don't let this poor man's joy go to waste, otherwise he will have to peel off your skin."

Regardless of whether the bay-red horse could understand it or not, Deng Yang muttered to himself for a while and then glared at the horse owner. 'Maybe it's time to find a helper. Otherwise, if you're busy with these mundane things every day, you won't have time to collect 'good fruits'.'

At this time, Deng Yang missed his original life in Jiusha Mountain very much.

Although those unfaithful and unfilial disciples were all white-eyed wolves, Deng Yang had to admit that they were all rare and good helpers in dealing with some mundane matters.

Otherwise, how could the predecessor be able to sit safely in Jiu Sha Mountain and not leave the mountain for 40 years.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang immediately became interested.

Early the next morning, the sun was rising.

After Deng Yang fed his horse, had breakfast on the roadside, and headed towards the refugee gathering place outside the county town.

After these days of busy work, Deng Yang felt that he should find a helper as soon as possible to share some chores with him.

Otherwise, if you are burdened with daily chores and don't collect the "good fruits", you may not even have time for practice. If things go on like this, you are putting the cart before the horse.

With the lessons learned from his original life, Deng Yang is not planning to accept a disciple directly this time, but is planning to find a helper with a suitable destiny and a calm personality.

And you can't be too old. If you are too old, your thoughts are too wild. Although Deng Yang is not afraid, he can avoid causing trouble for himself.

"Master, do you want a maid? Look at my girl, her face is marked. She only needs twenty pounds of miscellaneous millet."

"My girl is good. She only weighs fifteen pounds. I wonder if she can work. It's cold today, but she can also warm the master's bed."

"Master, my little boy is ready to be beaten and scolded by you. As long as he has enough food to eat, he will not starve to death. No money or food is required."

He endured the turbid air in the refugee gathering place. As soon as he walked into the refugee gathering place, countless refugees with their children and their children immediately surrounded him with longing faces. They looked at him with eyes ranging from numbness to longing and... Pleading.

But Deng Yang had seen too many such scenes. He could save one or ten, but he could not save hundreds or thousands.

More importantly, he can't change the fate of these ordinary refugees, which means he can't reap the 'good results'. In this case, why should he do such a thankless thing.

Therefore, from beginning to end, Deng Yang looked indifferent and unmoved at all.

As for the maid, if there were one, Deng Yang would not refuse her, let alone be stingy with some food, rice, and money. Unfortunately, most of these children of refugee backgrounds were ordinary people, and their looks were hard to describe.

But this is not surprising. After all, they have not had enough to eat, and they have not had enough to eat since childhood. In this ancient society, if ordinary families want to raise beautiful daughters, it is simply a dream, unless there is a genetic mutation. .

And even if there is a mark, they would have been adopted by Yaxing or a wealthy family long ago. They have been trained since childhood, so how could they end up in this pile of refugees?

Since ancient times, when wealthy families select maids and slaves, the first choice for men is physical fitness, followed by looks.

As for the maids, they were judged by their physical appearance. Their appearance was even divided into three, six or nine grades, and they needed to be trained from an early age in order to become a qualified maid.

After all, no matter what era, beautiful women are always a scarce resource. Even if you don't need them, you can still use them to win over others, or even bribe them.

It’s not uncommon for envoys from ancient dynasties to pay tribute every time, not only gold and silver treasures, but also beauties from their respective countries. Even the emperor did this, not to mention the lower-level officials.

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