Strongest Replication

"Boss, I, I, I have some herbs here. I don't know if you can accept them here?" Just as Chu Zhongtian adjusted his mind and continued to admire his guests, a middle-aged farmer with a loyal and honest look in a wrinkled patched suit stammered.

"Uncle, I need to see what kind of herb it is before I can decide whether to take it or not." Although the middle-aged farmer wore simple clothes, Chu Zhongtian didn't look down on or despise him. He said with enthusiasm for a long time.

"OK, OK." With that, the middle-aged farmer took out from his arms a grass that looked strange and shaped like the meridians of the human body.

"Meridian grass!" Glancing at the herb in the middle-aged farmer's hand, Chu Zhongtian flashed a surprise in his eyes, with a trace of excitement in his tone.

After the battle, the meridians were damaged and became useless. This was the biggest heart disease of Chu Zhongtian at this time. To repair the damaged meridians and re-enter the threshold of cultivation, he needs some top-grade natural and earth treasures and more than six pills. These things are not available to him at all.

However, nothing is absolute in the world. In addition to those precious natural materials, earth treasures and pills, some rare ordinary herbs can also repair his meridians.

However, these rare common herbs need a long year or a large number, and they are rare in the market.

Meridian grass is one of them.

If there are tens of thousands of years of meridians, only one can completely repair his damaged meridians. Perhaps there are hundreds of five years of meridians, which can almost repair his damaged meridians.

However, meridian grass is very rare and rare.

"Uncle, this kind of herb is rare. Of course I take it here. But how many meridian herbs do you have in your hand?" Put away the surprise mood, Chu Zhongtian asked calmly.

As a shop assistant, you need to keep calm for the sudden emergence of precious treasures. Only in this way can you get the maximum benefit.

"I have eleven such herbs here. How much can you give?" Hearing that Chu Zhongtian took the herbs in his hand, the honest middle-aged farmer asked nervously.

"There are only eleven five year old trees!" Hearing the middle-aged farmer say the number of meridians, Chu Zhongtian said disappointed.

With the damage of his current meridians, it takes at least hundreds of meridians in five years, and I'm afraid these 11 meridians only repair 1% of his meridians. What's more, now these eleven meridians do not belong to him, but belong to the Chu family.

"Well, the quantity is too small and the year is too low. Let's do it!" Looking down for a moment, Chu Zhongtian said with a slight pity, "well, uncle, one meridian grass counts 15 copper coins and 11 meridian grass, a total of 165 copper coins. Do you think it's ok?"

The market price of a five-year-old meridian grass is about ten silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for one hundred copper coins. In other words, if this business is done, the interest rate will be at least dozens of times. The reason why Chu Zhongtian keeps down the price is not only his duty to do business, but also his selfishness.

"Yes, of course!" Middle aged farmers are just farmers around Luolin town. They usually rely on farming for a living and occasionally set traps to catch some ordinary wild animals. Even so, three copper coins are enough for their family's one-day living expenses, and 165 copper coins are almost two months' living expenses.

More importantly, the eleven meridians were only accidentally harvested by him when weeding. It can be said that the money was picked up for nothing.

"Uncle, this is your first time to come to me. I'll give you an integer."

"Here are 170 copper coins. Please keep them!" Take out two strings of copper coins from the cabinet, point them clearly and hand them directly to the middle-aged farmer. At the same time, he enthusiastically told: "uncle, if you find such herbs in the future, you can send them directly to me. The price is absolutely reasonable."

As a subsidiary of the Chu family, although his status in the Chu family is very low due to identity and physical reasons, as a child of the Chu family and an employee of a shop in Luolin Town, Chu Zhongtian has ten gold coins a month. In addition, there are some profit commissions and year-end bonuses. The overall income is OK.

Five copper coins are nothing to him at all, but for the middle-aged farmer, it is a kindness. This kindness is enough for him to consider Chu Zhongtian as the first opponent when he finds any herbs in the future.

The next time, Chu Zhongtian did several more businesses. Seeing that it was late, there would be no guests. He counted the goods, closed the door and locked it, and returned to his attic in the backyard.

"This is the meridian grass!" Looking at a strange looking grass in his hand, which is as thick as chopsticks and shaped like human meridians, Chu Zhongtian couldn't help sighing.

When trading meridian grass during the day, the reason why Chu Zhongtian kept the price down was not that he was ruthless, but that he wanted to intercept a meridian grass privately.

As an otaku in his previous life, Chu Zhongtian has always lived a life of letting things go. He has no ambition. After crossing, he has no idea of dominating the world. He just wants to survive safely.

But after reading another memory, he knows that only strength is fundamental if he wants to survive safely in this world. Ordinary people are just the object of being slaughtered by others. Therefore, he must try his best to cultivate himself, make himself strong and survive safely in this world.

The meridian grass emits a very light fragrance. After carefully smelling the fragrance, Chu Zhongtian accidentally found that there was a trace of pain in his meridians.

Effective!

The joy on his face disappeared before it appeared.

"If only I could have hundreds of such meridians now!" Chu Zhongtian shook his head in disappointment, and then planned to take this meridian grass.

At this point, as like as two peas, he suddenly felt a sense of consciousness, meaning that he could reproduce the herb and paste the same herb.

"How possible!" He shook his head vigorously. Chu Zhongtian tried his best to throw this consciousness out of his mind.

Copy and paste is only the simplest, most common and most powerful computer program in his previous life. As a programmer, Chu Zhongtian knows the origin and ability of this program too well.

As long as the files that can appear in the computer can be copied and pasted, but this ability can only be illusory. If this ability appears in reality, it is too rebellious. It is impossible to be realistic at all.

However, in the twinkling of an eye, the crossing accidents that only appear in online novels can happen to themselves, so it is not impossible for computer programs to appear in reality.

Maybe God is compensating himself!

After seeking a psychological comfort, Chu Zhongtian did not hesitate and said in his heart: "copy first and then paste." As he silently started the program in his heart, he found that the shadow of a meridian grass slowly appeared next to the meridian grass in his hand.

At the same time, he felt a suction in his mind, which was directed at his blood, bones and flesh. With the appearance of this suction force, the originally hard body gradually began to thin down. The original pale face was even more bloodless at this time.