In the great world of martial arts, you use the Tao of Talisman to rule the ages

Chapter 10 The warmth of the world
  "Uncle Xiang!"

"You haven't been here for a long time!"

Chen Yongxiang instantly showed a hearty smile and turned his gaze to the bamboo basket behind Chen Lin:
  "Did you find good stuff in the mountains and bring business to Uncle Xiang?"

"Take it down quickly and let me open my eyes!"

Chen Yongxiang stretched out his hand and took the initiative to help unload the backpack to the ground.

Then Chen Lin opened the lid himself.

Inside, a mass of yellow and white things intertwined and appeared in front of you.

"Excuse!"

Chen Yongxiang opened his eyelids and couldn't help but exclaimed.

It’s not that I’m amazed at what’s so strange about these snakes, but…

"You are so lucky, boy!"

"This thing starts hibernating before winter. It sleeps until the spring equinox before waking up. During this period, it hides in a hole. When it is covered with heavy snow, no trace can be seen..."

"You hid me so well, but you caught me all at once!"

Several hunters around who came to sell goods heard it and also poked their heads over.

"Tsk, tsk, little brother, you are really lucky. Ordinary people can't touch the snake's nest in winter!"

"There must be ten of them here, but it's a pity that they are yellow flowers. If you take out a drug den, it will be worth your money!"

"That's enough. I set dozens of traps in the mountains, and I only got three snow rabbits... maybe they are not as valuable as this nest of snakes..."

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Chen Lin was calm and calm, and just smiled:
  "Today is a day for God to reward me with food. I didn't get much from going into the mountains. But when I got ready, I kicked down a tree. Who would have thought that it would turn over and reveal a snake mouth for me... Since I am so angry today, Uncle Xiang will give me a fair price." , so that I can prosper to the end!"

"Definitely! When has Uncle Xiang ever harmed you?"

Chen Yongxiang looked at the bamboo basket, "Although winter snakes are rare, it's a pity that autumn snakes are fatter. I don't think there are particularly big ones here, so I won't weigh them and charge them at ten cents each."

"What do you think, Alin?"

Chen Lin cupped his hands and smiled: "Uncle Xiang is fair!"

Brown rice in the city sells for eight cents a pound.

It is now the second day of the twelfth lunar month.

This snake has almost survived the winter and has almost lost all its fat. It is also the most common snake species. The price is really suitable for it, neither more nor less.

"Alin, you can do whatever you think is appropriate. Today I will take your nest of snakes into my pocket, and let me, your uncle, get a taste of your luck~~"

When Uncle Xiang finished talking about it, he began to sing a dramatic tune, walked twice around the bamboo basket, and then stretched out his hand to grab the snake in the basket.

It seemed like he had really caught something.

Everyone around him knew that he was a theater fan, he loved going to the theater and was superstitious, so they all applauded him.

After Chen Yongxiang settled down, he bowed his hands to several old acquaintances and said:
  "Everyone, my nephew is very lucky today. As an uncle, I don't dare to neglect him. I would like to thank you for your patience. I will definitely give you a price that everyone is satisfied with..."

Naturally, the hunters had no objection, and they all smiled and watched Chen Yongxiang counting coins behind the counter.

Soon, the copper coins were enough.

Chen Yongxiang helped wrap it with oil paper and specially put red paper on the seal. Then he took it to the mountain god statue and bowed three times, chanting some blessing words.

Finally, it was handed to Chen Lin.

"Alin, if you believe Uncle Xiang, you don't need to open the points anymore. Just put the money away and go out to find a place near the mountains and rivers to open it alone. In this way, your life will be prosperous in the future. It’s getting more and more prosperous!”

"Of course I can trust Uncle Xiang."

Chen Lin was not surprised by this blessing ceremony.

He took the bulging oil paper bag with a smile, put it into the bamboo basket, said a few words of thanks, and then waved goodbye to Uncle Xiang.

Chen Yongxiang walked to the door to see him off, and after a while he turned back and immediately apologized.

"Thank you for your understanding for keeping me waiting."

"Well, my nephew used to be a miserable man. He had a father who wanted to gamble before he died. He was dragged down for nothing and the family fortune was ruined... I saw him today, and he seemed to be jumping out of the sea of ​​misery. It was really sad. Happy!"

"Oh? Is it the child left behind by Chen Bazhi?"

"It turns out it's him. He is indeed a miserable child..."

Several hunters in the shop couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of Chen Lin's name, few people know it.

But if you say "the kid who died recently who had his fingers cut off and was a gambler", many people in the mountain city will know him.

……

……

Out of the shop. Not far away is the well of Shanshi.

Chen Lin walked to the well with the bamboo basket on his back. He looked up and saw the top of Xiaojin Mountain in the distance, and then opened the lid of the bamboo basket.

In addition to the oil paper bag containing copper coins, there was also a yellow snake frozen into a popsicle.

He only sold nine out of the ten snakes, leaving one to take back to the little carrot next door as the cost of renting the backpack.

Open the copper wallet and do a rough count.

Chen Lin discovered that the quantity was wrong.

Not less, but more.

The nine snakes should have been sold for ninety bucks.

But there were a full 108 large coins in the oil-paper bag, and they were specially strung with red rope into twelve strings of nine coins each.

"Uncle Xiang is interested."

Chen Lin felt warm in his heart and took out a few strings of money to buy some daily necessities.

My family is so poor now!
  He didn't even have a bowl, so he had to rely on a clay pot to eat, and he cut the chopsticks himself.

And now the clay pot will be used to hold the blood ink for drawing spells.

It can be said that there are no people left to eat.

There are also groceries sold in the mountain market.

Chen Lin found a store and spent dozens of dollars to buy a set of pottery bowls, plates, spoons and chopsticks, which also came with a small pottery pot with a lid.

Next I bought a pair of cloth shoes, a new basket, and a small bag of soy sauce.

If the backpack cannot be loaded, or if it is difficult to load, carry it on your hands.

"Money is like running water. If you can't hold it, you will soon be out of money."

Chen Lin couldn't help but sigh.

Next, I found a store and asked about the price of talisman materials.

Don't worry about the talisman, there must be no monks here.

Chen Lin asked about the price of cinnabar.

then……

"Nah! One tael of cinnabar and one tael of silver, even if they are of inferior quality, they start at three hundred cents!"

"I'd better continue to use animal blood!"

How Chen Lin entered the store is how he came out.

He carried many items and wandered around the mountain market.

I don’t have much money in my pocket anymore, so I just watch the fun.

A rare moment of leisure today.

Suddenly I saw a butcher's shop, and the business was quite prosperous.

Come up and ask about the price.

"...deer meat is thirty cents per pound, mutton is one hundred and twenty cents, beef is one hundred cents..."

"Collect the meat? No, no, no!"

The butcher was quite impatient. When he saw that Chen Lin was not here to buy meat, he immediately ignored him.

Chen Lin was about to leave when his eyes suddenly locked.

Seeing several carriages driving in from the other end of the mountain city, the flag "he" was flying, and the slaves at the front of the carriages were waving their whips and shouting.

The clerks from the shops on both sides hurriedly moved out the goods in front of their houses to make way for the carriage.

In just a few seconds, the market was in chaos.

Seeing this inexplicably familiar scene.

Chen Lin's eyes flashed.

"Why is this bird man here?"

He recognized the carriage, and the man sitting in it was the young master of the He family who wanted to celebrate with gongs and drums after he had caught a prey.

Knocked off thirty kilograms of his flesh.

But Chen Xiangyuan was not seen.

I guess he was also in the carriage?

　The signing information has been submitted. You can take advantage of the lack of crowds and make an investment. Thank you.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)