Chapter 104 Poor Seeing that the deal was about to be done, someone suddenly messed it up. The thin boss was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't see anyone. He knew that he had met an immortal cultivator, so he didn't try to argue, but knelt down and kowtowed: "I'm just selling some new stuff from the world of immortal cultivation to make a living, so that I can let the immortal know that ordinary people can't afford these spiritual objects, so they are sold to rich people." It is very common that many independent cultivators who have made no progress in their cultivation are greedy for wealth and glory in the mortal world and accept offerings from wealthy families to protect their families. You don't have to worry about not being able to light it when you buy it. It's normal for rich people to enjoy better things. The same is true in the world of immortal cultivation. As a privileged class, there is absolutely no need for crows to complain about the pig being black. The reason why Wei Wenxin did such bad things was simply because he dared to sell two pieces of charcoal for one spirit stone! You have to know that when the waiter sells it to the sect, it costs thousands to sell one spirit stone. A profit of five hundred times is really too much! Besides, we don’t know where this charcoal came from. The machine is only available at the third brother's place right now.
Either someone stole her machine or imitated it, or someone deceived her third son, bought it at a low price, and then took it to the mortal world to sell it at a high price. No matter what, she couldn't stand it. Upon seeing this, the fat man immediately disappeared. Wei Wenxin then revealed his true face and asked the boss, "Where did you get this charcoal?" Hearing a sound coming from the side and behind, the boss didn't dare to get up. He turned around while kneeling, raised his head, and then began to stare blankly. Wei Wenxin sighed deeply, and a drop of spiritual spring water splashed on his face. He then performed a dust-cleansing spell on him to clean the charcoal ash off his body. The boss finally came to his senses, blushed, and obediently took out a stack of documents from his bag. But it was stamped with the seal of the Deacon Hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. If purchased through regular channels, one spirit stone costs 500 yuan. Well, two hundred and fifty times profit. There was no such thing as the machine being counterfeited, and no one in the sect had ever deceived her third son. The journey from Wanjian Sect to here is long, and we may need cultivators to transport us here, and the money we earn is hard-earned. It's not that it's unforgivable. The thin boss was still feeling nervous when he saw that there was no one in front of him. When he stood up, he saw all kinds of documents on his stall. He couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his face and let out a long sigh. "Hey~" A good business has been disrupted, and we have to find customers all over again. Just as I was thinking this, the fat customer came out from behind the stall, ignoring the cold stare from the stall owner next to him: "Brother, how much do you have? Can you give me a discount?"
But he had been hiding there and peeking. It is said that wealth and honor are sought in danger. He was hesitant before because he had never seen this rare thing. Now that a cultivator has tested it on the spot, he is not stupid! He will try his best to get it. The thin boss was overjoyed and quickly forced a bright smile: "Hey, come on, brother, let's go to the side and talk in detail." The elders always warned her that mortals were cunning and cunning, and that when she came to the mortal world, no matter what happened, she should think twice to avoid a disaster. I didn't expect that when I leaned over to take a look at the spiritual charcoal, I was tricked into being a living signboard by this skinny boss. This is more or less a way of making a living based on one's own ability. Wei Wenxin was not angry with him. Compared to the bustle in the East Market, the West Market is mostly about bulk transactions, such as grain, salt, cloth, tea, ceramics, etc., which are related to all aspects of mortal life. Wei Wenxin walked around and didn't spend a single piece of the gold he had exchanged. He walked back from the westernmost side, found a small path, and entered the East Market. After slowly moving for more than half an hour, it was almost midnight. Most of the caravans in West Market have already rested. The mountain dew was heavy and it was spring, so it was still very cold at night. The shop assistants unrolled the rolled felt, spread it inside the tent, unscrewed the water bag to wet the cloth, simply wiped their faces, and went to sleep in the tent. Even though more than ten people had to squeeze into one tent, no one complained. As the night deepened, even the night watchman began to yawn. The East Market was still as bright as day and very lively. The difference between immortals and mortals was fully demonstrated in every place where immortals and mortals lived together! Wei Wenxin looked up at the sky and saw that Yue Jinxiu had not arrived yet. Just as she was about to send a note to ask if she should continue waiting for her, she saw that a small stall in front was particularly popular. A red carrying pole with a yellow edge was hung high up, with the words "Tu Liuniang Linglu Shop" written on it. A surprised smile immediately appeared on Wei Wenxin's face. When I got closer to take a look, it was indeed Tu Liuniang. Now they no longer sell cakes, but spiritual dew instead. Wei Wenxin hid aside and watched for a long time, but did not hear Tu Liuniang mention her even once during the whole process. I thought she was a good person before, and now it seems she is indeed a good person. If it were anyone else, they would have learned from the Lingtan boss and used her to attract customers. However, she just did her business honestly, asking customers from time to time how this Linglu was or whether that Linglu tasted good. Seeing that she was very busy, Wei Wenxin did not disturb her. He continued to head east with a gentle smile. In addition to Tu Liuniang's Linglu Shop, after walking for a while, Wei Wenxin unexpectedly discovered the "Zhen Er Nut Stall". Zhen Er is also an acquaintance. He had a storage bag hanging around his waist, and a group of children were gathered in front of him. He was rubbing the spiritual rice with his hands. "My dear gentlemen and ladies, please pay attention! Let's say 'bang!' together. I'll count to three, two, one..." "Oh!"
Then, in the rough big hands of the male cultivator, a ball of white spiritual rice flowers was lifted up by spiritual power and gently placed into the cloth bag held by the children. "One more, one more! Uncle, I want to eat walnuts!" "Hey, uncle has to close the stall tonight. I have run out of spiritual power. I need to go back and practice to recover." "I'll give you the elixir. Come back quickly and rub walnuts for me! I'll be waiting for you here~" "Hey, uncle has his own tonic pill, thank you for your kindness, young master~" As they talked, the crowd slowly dispersed. After all, his business requires spiritual power. If his spiritual power is exhausted, he has to go back and recover before he can continue. Wei Wenxin didn't expect that the things he taught would become a means of livelihood for others so quickly. This made him sincerely happy. Perhaps it was because her inventions were never recognized, so even though they were just some little tricks she came up with just to be lazy, she felt very happy when others liked them. The night breeze was cool, and the scent of flowers lingered around my nose. There was a hustle and bustle all around, most of whom were people who had come to watch the excitement because of the incident in Yinfengjian. Wei Wenxin felt very happy walking among the crowd. It's not every moment that she feels like this - oh, I mean so much to the world. What can you do without me? Hahaha! Just as he was feeling proud, he walked to a corner and saw a female cultivator in green clothes crying in the arms of a male cultivator. Her voice was muffled and could not be heard clearly, but her figure was quite familiar. In order to avoid embarrassment, Wei Wenxin simply walked around it, until he saw the ghost cultivator girl in front of him who was clumsily trying to find spirit stones, and suddenly he understood something. The two people just now were Hua Luo and Yan Hui. Because she heard the ghost cultivator's friend was losing his temper: "Gu Lingxi! What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up, the sun will be out soon and we still have to go back!" In the eyes of others, the ghost cultivator just looked not very smart, but Wei Wenxin knew that her parents had risked their lives to get her back, and no one knew how many rare treasures they had spent to raise her to this state. Life circumstances are really sad. Wei Wenxin walked forward with a sigh, and after taking a few steps, he was suddenly bumped into by someone. When she looked down, she saw a little girl with her hair tied in a bun, holding a fat chicken wing tightly in her hand. She looked up at her stubbornly, and without saying a word, she ran away like the wind. "Stop! You chicken thief is here again!" Someone holding a glowing feather duster chased into this remote corner and immediately transformed into a fat red fox, sniffing and chasing after him. When Wei Wen saw the poor child Gu Lingxi just now, his heart was filled with compassion. He was afraid that the girl would be beaten to death because of a chicken, so he hurriedly chased after her. Legally speaking, today is my birthday. Although I have always celebrated my birthday according to the lunar calendar, I still can't help but wonder how I can cheer myself up so that I can forget the passing of time and be happy that I have come to this world for another year. Do you have any good ideas? There is absolutely no option to add more chapters. I have written too many words this month and my brain has shrunk a bit. In order to prevent the writer's block, I will slowly add more chapters. (End of this chapter)
