Chapter 64 Sales VolumeThe distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the village. By dusk, a crowd of people gathered at the entrance of Solo Village. They were villagers eating from bowls, old men smoking welding cigarettes, chattering women, and young children chasing and playing with each other. After a busy day, the villagers finally had some time to breathe. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, they gathered at the entrance of the village to chat about family matters, with smoke rising from the kitchen and dusk shrouding the village. From time to time, people leave and from time to time, people join. From a distance, Sister Hongmei, who was making tofu at home, saw the old woman, who was holding her waist and staggering towards them. "Auntie, have you eaten yet?" "Not yet, waiting for my old man." The old woman responded and tried to open her cloudy eyes wide, looking at the end of the increasingly dark country road, her face full of worry. "Did the old man go to the county town to sell chickens again?"
"Yes, I should have come back a long time ago. But today, I don't know what happened. The sun has already set, but I still haven't seen anyone." "The days are short and the nights are long now. It's getting dark. Even in summer, the sun would still be very high! Wait a little longer, and someone will be here soon." Hongmei comforted. "That's what I thought too!" As the old woman spoke, she supported her waist and sat down on a stone at the entrance of the village. "Hey, your waist hurts again?" Hongmei looked concerned when she saw this. "It's okay, it's an old problem. I guess it's going to rain soon!" The old woman said nonchalantly, but the furrows between her brows became even deeper. The weather is getting colder and colder. She must pick enough wild vegetables before the frost falls, otherwise this winter will be difficult to endure. "Auntie, look, is that the old man?" Hongmei suddenly raised her chin and pointed to the end of the country road. The old woman squinted her eyes and looked at him, looking uncertain: "It doesn't look like him. He went out to sell chickens, why would he come back with a load on his shoulder?" Isn't it? In the dim dusk, one could see the traveler carrying a load, swaying as he hurried on his way. Hongmei nodded when she heard this and no longer paid attention. Unexpectedly, as the pedestrians got closer, the villagers who were chatting suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, isn't that the old man?" The old woman looked at him suspiciously, and the more she looked, the more familiar he looked. After a while, he slapped his thigh suddenly: "Oh, he's really an old man!" At this time, the old man was also carrying a load and staggering to the village entrance. He was so tired that he was panting and his face was pale. "Old man, why are you carrying a load of chickens back here?"
The old woman quickly stood up and went to greet him. "Huff...Huff...Let me take it easy!" The old man put down his burden, panting and unable to speak clearly. "Is this... wheat? Why is there so much wheat? What did you do?" The old woman walked closer and opened the sack. She was immediately shocked and looked at the old man in disbelief. These two loads of wheat look like they weigh more than two dou. Where did the old man get them from? The villagers who were chatting also looked over subconsciously when they saw this, and some even said with envy, "Old man, you didn't pick it up on the way, did you?" The old man was furious: "Who picked it up along the way? This was given to me by the immortal." The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment: "What is this? Was it given by an immortal?" The old man sat on the sack and said proudly, "Isn't that right?" The villagers looked unconvinced: "You are just bluffing!" "Who is bluffing? I tell you, Yunli Immortal Lord sent a group of immortals to distribute food in the county! He also built three tall buildings, which is very impressive." As the old man spoke, he patted the sack under his buttocks, like a victorious general showing off his spoils: "See? This is what the immortal gave me. Otherwise, where would an old man like me get so much food?" "Is there still this?" "Old man, please tell us carefully." "Is the immortal still distributing food? Where can we get it?" The villagers looked at each other in confusion and then hurriedly gathered around. Even the darkness of night could not hide those shining eyes. When has this old man ever been surrounded by people like this? His face flushed immediately, and he said mysteriously, "I went to the county town early this morning. When I entered the city gate, guess what I saw?" "What did you see?" "Hey, don't keep me in suspense!" The old man waved his arms and described it in the most eloquent words: "I saw a building as tall as a mountain, standing at the city gate. It was much more beautiful than the mansions of the county lords, and the streets were crowded with people!" "As soon as I got there, an immortal told me to go in and get some food! When I entered the building, it was so bright that it felt like entering a palace..." Surrounded by villagers, the old man spitted as he recounted what had happened today. In his tone, the immortal was kind and amiable, respectful to the elderly and loving the young, and giving enough courtesy! "...I followed the immortal's instructions and fiddled with it for a while. Later, the immortal gave me a bushel of grain without spending a single copper. Tell me, if it wasn't given by the immortal Yunli, who else could it be?" After a long time, the old man finally finished telling the story in detail. The villagers suddenly understood. It turns out that what the old man called the immortal gave was actually exchanged for Internet points.
However, even so, everyone still felt an incredible sense of absurdity. Is this food? Immortal Yunli just gave it to them for no reason? "So the rumors are true?" "Hey, how do you see the points?" "That's not right, old man. Didn't you say the immortal gave you a bushel of grain? How come it became two bushels now?" The old man who heard the questioning voice was not angry, but said proudly: "Hehe, you don't understand this, right? The immortal gave me pure white grains. I took the fine grains and went to the Wazi market to exchange them for coarse grains. One dou became two dou. It happened to be winter when I had nothing to do, so I slowly ground it into fine flour and mixed it with dandelion dumpling soup. Hehe, it was enough to eat for the whole winter." The villagers suddenly understood and became more excited. Chattering non-stop. Some people even asked about the details of receiving food tirelessly, for fear of offending the immortal, making him unhappy and being driven out. The old man also enjoyed this moment of being the center of attention. He never tires of telling his own experiences. I don't know how much time passed, but the old woman, who was looking at the other bag of wheat like a treasure, couldn't help but say: "Old man, do you think I can go get some food?" The old man was startled, then said angrily: "Immortal Yunli has already done us a great favor by sending us food. How can we be greedy while having our fill?" The old woman smiled awkwardly, looking embarrassed. There were wrinkles of satisfaction between his eyebrows and eyes that could not be smoothed out. This winter, I finally don’t have to worry. That night, countless villagers in Solo Village suffered from insomnia. They tossed and turned, looking at the time outside over and over again, waiting for the sun to rise. That night, monks from various major sects and even officials of all ranks in the Immortal Court also couldn't sleep. …… …… Liuyun Temple, Yangxin Pavilion. After a busy day, Taoist Gu finally stepped into the meeting room at midnight. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, countless eyes looked at him. At a glance, all the top leaders of Liuyun Temple were gathered here, each of them with excitement and anticipation in their eyes. "Master, Yunzhou's sales figures are out."
Taoist Gu bowed and reported, and upon hearing this, the master of Liuyun Temple sat up straight subconsciously. The Taoists from Liuyun Temple who were surrounding them also subconsciously leaned forward, looking as if they were listening attentively. (End of this chapter)
