Chapter 13: Angry at the Progress Bar The silence lasted for a while, and whispers began to rise. "Six taels and five cents!" "Really six taels and five cents?" "Strange, that's not getting rich, they are all precious fish, why is Ah Shui's so expensive? So good?" Obviously, everyone was shocked by Master Hu Wu's offer. Li Libo, who was standing next to him, counted on his fingers and was shocked. Chen Jiechang's red blood sea bass weighed two catties, seven ounces and six cents, but he only made three ounces of silver, a total of a little more than one catty, one ounce and one cent. But the ox-horn pomfret in Liangqu weighed 3 jin 2 liang 1 qian, but it actually weighed 6 liang 5 qian! A total of 1 jin 2 liang, almost twice as much as the red blood perch! Wait, why did I say that the red blood bass “only” made three or two taels. Li Libo fell silent. At the same time, Liang Qu was also in great joy.
I thought that a precious fish would only greatly shorten the time it takes to join a martial arts gym, but I never expected that it would directly fill up the progress bar! Including the two taels and eight cents of cash saved these days, Liang Qu's total assets have exceeded nine taels and three cents! Not only did he meet the minimum requirement of seven taels to enter the martial arts school, but he also had a source of income for the taxes after autumn. As for the idea of not wanting to sell, I don’t have that at all. The fact that the other martial artist could give a significantly different price showed that he did not take advantage of the narrow-mindedness of the country fishermen and their ignorance of the oxhorn pomfret to make a random offer. Otherwise, he could have offered a price similar to that of the red blood sea bass. Besides, a few taels of silver are not much for a martial artist. For example, Chen Jiechang earns a hundred coins a day, which is three taels a month. However, he does not seem rich because of his high living expenses. There is nothing we can do if the price is really suppressed. It doesn't make sense that we won't be suppressed if we go to Pingyang Town. The fishermen are not stupid, and the martial artists are not stupid either. They can save themselves a dozen miles by selling it directly. "Sell, of course, but I have a question for Master Hu." Liang Qu calmed himself down and made a small request. Master Hu Wu said simply: "Ask." “Why is the price of black pomfret twice that of red blood perch, both of which are precious fish?” The fishermen nearby all pricked up their ears and were very curious. After all, the world of martial artists is mysterious and desirable. It is undoubtedly a secret pleasure to secretly know something that others don't know. Hearing Liang Qu's question, Master Hu Wu did not get impatient and explained: "The horns of the ox-horn pomfret can be used as medicine and made into secret pills. They have the effect of improving the essence and refining the qi, and can help break the blood barrier. I am at this level now, and it is of great use to me." That's it! Liang Qu thought of the pair of small horns he had kept earlier, and was glad that he did not throw them away. Master Hu Wu is quite sincere. Everything went smoothly afterwards. Liang Qu presented him with fresh ox-horn pomfret, and Master Hu Wu threw him a bag of silver and money, but left without even taking the bag. Before leaving, he shouted: "If anyone can catch the same fish with strange shapes in the future, come and tell me, I won't let you suffer any loss." The fishermen at the pier cheered in unison.
There are four levels: skin, flesh, bones, and blood. According to the information revealed previously, Master Hu has reached the fourth level. Once he passes this level, Master Hu will no longer be a respectful title, but a solid ability. A few precious fish are indeed crucial. Liang Qu thought secretly. After Master Hu Wu left, the fishermen on the port no longer cared about the volume, and all congratulated Liang Qu on his good luck. Some even went forward to touch him, trying to get some of the mysterious things. In the past half month, Liang Qu had caught a yellow croaker, a spotted fish, and now a precious fish. He was really a walking lucky man. Surrounded by the crowd, Liang Qu held his purse tightly but did not refuse. Going out on a boat to fish is more uncertain than farming and harvesting crops, so fishermen tend to believe in the existence of some mysterious forces more than farmers. There are also many large and small sacrificial activities in Yixing City, but in the end, due to the developed productivity, they are all led by wealthy families and use livestock. Of course, there are warriors in this world who are definitely not ordinary people, and Liang Qu can't say for sure whether there are those indescribable things. For a time, the limelight of two people catching precious fish at Shangrao Pier was almost completely snatched away by Liang Qu alone. Chen Jiechang stood outside the crowd and touched his heavy wallet. He felt unwilling but helpless and could only leave alone. When the excitement was over and some of the fishermen dispersed, Li Libo cried out in surprise, "Oh my god, six taels! My ancestors could never save that much money." "Stop talking nonsense. I don't know who the person who is going to the martial arts hall to become a disciple is." Liang Qu stuffed his money bag and returned to the boat. He secretly put away the two fish horns as big as finger bones on the boat. At the same time, he grabbed Li Libo's fishing net and returned it to him. "Your fishing net has helped me a lot." "Hey, you're going to treat me to a meal, right?" "That was the original plan." Having made a fortune and about to enter a martial arts school, Liang Qu seemed to be in high spirits and naturally wanted to treat everyone. The two of them went straight to the foot shop and ordered a chicken, a plate of mutton and a plate of pork, as well as a pot of hot wine. They spent a few hundred coins and had a delicious meal with Li Libo. Liang Qu didn't drink alcohol and wasn't used to it, but Li Libo could drink. Fishermen often go into the water and there is no one who doesn't drink. Plus, he was in a good mood today, so he ordered a pot of wine for him as a thank you for lending him the fishing net. After eating and drinking, Li Libo blushed, looked around, and whispered: "When are you going to the martial arts hall?" Liang Qu turned his head and asked, "How did you know I was going to the martial arts hall?" Originally, he was a loner and didn't have many close relationships with anyone at the pier, but Liang Qu was different. He was a generous person, and he had treated Li Libo to two meals, so their relationship became much closer than at the beginning. "Nonsense, you asked me so much questions last time that even a fool could see what you were thinking. But that's normal. Who hasn't thought about practicing martial arts and becoming a martial artist? They are the best of the best, unlike us peasants who smell like fish." Li Libo's tone was not without envy. He became a martial artist, was registered, received subsidies from the court, and was no longer a slave. He no longer had to go out on the boat all day fishing, nor did he have to smell fishy all over his body. That smell could not be washed off by soap beans because it was pickled into him. The Dashun Dynasty was founded only sixty years ago, and in recent years the weather has been good. It's not that people are starving, but it's true that living hard for food every day is tiring, and no one wants to live like this for the rest of their lives. All the young men under the age of 20 in Yixing City have dreamed of having extraordinary talents, being appreciated by masters, and becoming a great master. It’s a pity that most people cannot afford the high threshold of seven taels of silver. Even if they can afford it, no matter how rich or poor they are in the military, they will not have much of a future. Originally Li Libo thought that Liang Qu was just a young man with dreams, but unexpectedly, a precious fish today made him look at him with new eyes. Six taels and five cents is almost enough to cover the threshold. This kid might want to enter the martial arts gym with me. It was just such a coincidence that not long after I asked, he made a fortune and was able to enter a martial arts school. And then there was the matter of Bald-headed Zhang fighting. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him for more than half a month. It's quite strange. Li Libo felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. He just felt that there was no one like Liang Qu in the entire Yixing City.
"Yes, my father left some savings before, which is enough." Liang Qu felt that there was no need to deny it. Li Libo looked as if it was true, and he put his arm around Liang Qu's neck and laughed: "That's great, I was worried that I would be bullied when I went to the martial arts hall, it's just right, we can be brothers!" "Ah." (End of this chapter)