Chapter 7 Big cats can be touched, five taels each time"Twenty coins for a low-quality goat hair brush. Thirty coins for a piece of yellow paper. Fifty coins for mountain ink. Thirty coins for a white stone inkstone, and five coins for a clay porcelain water pot. A total of one hundred and thirty-five coins!" The book boy said weakly after hearing Shi Feizhe's words. Met another poor guy! "Brother Zhang clearly met a ragged man yesterday and bought dozens of taels of things in one go! Why can't I meet the same person?" the book boy muttered in his heart. "Um... is there anything cheaper?" Shi Feizhe asked again. He was really living off his savings, and although he had a few ounces of silver, he didn't know how long he would stay in Sancai Town. Food and lodging all cost money! When he was in Yiyang City, he experienced the embarrassment of a penny that could make a hero fall. It was so uncomfortable to be hungry and unable to sleep. "No!" The boy's face suddenly fell, and he felt very unhappy. He felt that he was wasting his time! "Do you have any hard charcoal pencils?" Shi Feizhe had seen hard charcoal pencils in Yiyang City. "Those are used by rough guys like carpenters and bricklayers. This is our study! There are no such things! No such things!" said the book boy, shaking his head. As if hearing Shi Feizhe wanted to buy charcoal pencils, the big man with a fat face in the corner looked up at Shi Feizhe and continued copying the book. "Then cut the yellow paper!" As he said that, Shi Feizhe began to take out money, carefully counted out thirty coins, and gave them to the servant. The book boy also quickly took a piece of inferior yellow paper from the bookshelf and gave it to Shi Feizhe, then went outside the study and started shouting: "Fang Xin Zhai Exclusive..." The so-called "yellow paper" refers to the thickness of these papers, which is as thick as a knife, about cm thick. This piece of paper is about the size of a book, and each piece of paper is relatively thick and of poor quality. Shi Feizhe counted them, and there were only about a dozen pieces.
I don’t know whether the paper in this world is more expensive or the paper in Sancai Town is more expensive. After leaving the study, Shi Feizhe bought two hard charcoal pencils and then went to Sancai Manor. Hard charcoal pencils are made of willow wood strips, about the same thickness as pencils, and are mostly used by carpenters and masons. Every time you use it, your hands will be black, which is quite unsightly, and the handwriting is difficult to preserve, so few people use it to write or copy secret books. But Shi Feizhe didn't care about elegance at this time. He just needed a secret book to record it and practice it step by step. The closer he got to Sancai Manor, the more people there were. Following the flow of people, Shi Feizhe arrived at the entrance of a manor with a roof with flying eaves. There are two big stone lions at the entrance of the villa. The gatehouse occupies about four or five rooms. In the middle of the six red pillars are two gray-red doors. Looks very grand! On both sides of the gatehouse are two-person-high walls. On the gatehouse hangs a nanmu plaque with three large characters "Sancai Manor" written on it. "Line up to register! Line up to register!" The doorman of Sancai Manor, with bulging muscles and a loud voice, stood at the door, motioning people at the door to line up. "I am Zhan Ming from Sancai Manor. I am honored to meet all the heroes from the Jianghu!" He was the first to bow to all four directions, and then said: "Our Master Zhan has made his martial arts secrets public. Anyone can go to Xizhuang to read them! But all heroes who come and go must abide by a few rules. It's convenient for us, and for everyone else!" "First, the martial arts secrets are all in the West Manor. You can watch and discuss them, but don't go to the East Manor. That's where Manor Master Zhan and we live. There are female family members in there, so it will be inconvenient. If you mistakenly go in, we will treat you as bandits and kill you. Don't blame us for not telling you in advance!" "That makes sense!" echoed the person queuing for registration. They came here for the martial arts secrets of West Village. If they sneaked into East Village and were mistaken for bandits and beaten to death, they would deserve it! "Secondly, everyone who enters West Village needs to register simply! If there are fights, murders or disputes in the future, we can use the registration as a clue to track them! Otherwise, West Village will be in chaos, with murders and disputes happening constantly, and it will seem like we, Sancai Village, are standing by and watching!" "Third, after dusk, please leave early! Our village does not provide accommodation!" "Fourth, the martial arts secrets on the stone tablet have not been completely deciphered by this village. If you practice incorrectly and become insane, don't come to this village to cause trouble!" "Fifth, there is a big cat in Xizhuang. It is very powerful. Don't provoke it, or you will lose your life!" Big cat? What big cat? Shi Feizhe was confused. The big man finished speaking in one breath and then bowed to the people in the queue. It can be said that he was very polite!
Then they started to let people register. The registration was very simple and just required the person's appearance, name, and sect of origin. It doesn’t matter whether the name is real or not, as long as you remember the general appearance and the existence of this person. There were a few people from other places who were unwilling to cooperate, but after seeing the muscular man perform the Qi-emitting performance with one hand holding ice and the other holding fire, they all registered obediently. Those of them who have not cultivated true Qi, if they encounter a big man, will most likely be slapped across the face! Shi Feizhe also registered at Sancai Manor and followed the crowd westward to Xizhuang. Compared with the high-walled courtyard of East Village, West Village is actually just a flat land with five or six straw huts and a few stone benches. In the middle of the flat land are rows of stone tablets with martial arts secrets engraved on them. There are about hundreds of stone tablets! The time is now around nine o'clock. There are already quite a few people studying the stone tablet in front of it. There are also people sitting on the ground in the straw hut, thinking hard. But more people were watching a big cat. It’s not that everyone has never seen a cat, but this cat is really big! It looks like a gray tabby cat with tabby patterns on its body. The fur from the chin to the chest is white, and the four paws are also white. The fur is shiny all over, and it is obvious that it eats well! What was surprising was its size. Shi Feizhe estimated that it was about three or four meters long, like a giant tiger! If it weren't for the gray pattern on its body, it could easily be mistaken for a tiger. At this moment, it was pressing its paws on its abdomen as if kicking its hands, squinting its eyes, as if basking in the sun, lazily lying not far from the entrance of Xizhuang. It was not shy at all towards the people watching it. Next to it, there were two wooden basins and a wooden sign with sixteen words written on it. "Big cats are allowed to be petted, 5 taels each. Feel free to feed them, but they don't eat beef!" There is a cat's paw print below this line of words. As for the two wooden basins, one was filled with silver, and the other was full of food residues, and it seemed to be a cat food bowl. Shi Feizhe had never seen such a big cat in his two lifetimes! So he stood there and watched for a while. It was really hard to say which one was more precious, the martial arts secret book or this thing! "This is Mr. Cat! He is really majestic!" Some onlookers couldn't help but want to touch it, but perhaps they were short of money, so they put their hands down as soon as they raised them. "You know it?" someone asked. "Legend has it that Mr. Cat has lived for hundreds of years and is a great demon in the realm of real people!" The man said, "It's rare to see a master in the realm of real people. Now that I can see a great demon in the realm of real people, how can I not be excited!" "A great demon in the realm of a real person!" "How many hundreds of years have you lived?" "Fuck..." The onlookers also exclaimed. The longest-lived martial arts master only lived for 149 years. Now there is a big demon who has lived for hundreds of years in front of him, how can people not be surprised? Five taels of silver to touch it is indeed not expensive! But they are all poor grass-roots people who really can't afford it, so they just talk about it. "Meow~!" The big cat made an unhappy sound and looked up at them. What I mean is, please speak more quietly, you’re disturbing my sleep! The cat uncle could have snatched it, but he still let you touch it. He is so gentle!
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