As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the early morning, the sky and the earth are dark and the cold wind blows through the bones.

In the small courtyard with bamboo fence at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Ming was bare-chested, with his trousers rolled up to his knees, practicing boxing moves one after another in the dark.

Soybean-sized sweat kept dripping, already wet the loess...

It wasn't until the sky was getting brighter that sporadic human voices could be heard from the field in the distance, and Jiang Ming stopped panting heavily, his body was steaming with steam, and the muscle lines between his shoulders and spine were faintly visible.

It has been two days since he came back from the mountain. Jiang Ming keeps practicing boxing every morning. The medicinal power of the Fire Cloud Grass and Toadstool Mushroom is still there, making him get twice the result with half the effort, and his body is much stronger.

Today's Jiang Ming is no longer in a weak state, and his strength is not much worse than that of an adult who has practiced twice.

"We still have to persevere in cultivation. Although we are immortal, unknown troubles will not disappear. We need to be prepared for danger in times of peace..." Jiang Ming said to himself, in a strange world, one needs to stay awake all the time.

Scooped water from the water tank, took a quick cold bath, and the rice porridge boiled on the stove was almost done. Jiang Ming filled a large bowl, and started to eat and drink with pickled dried vegetables.

Belly full of food, Jiang Ming reclined in the bamboo chair, looking at the distant mountains and forests, the faint mist has not yet dissipated, covering the peaks, the soft sunlight refracted in the clear mist, like a layer of golden veil...

"Buy some more tea, make tea at the foot of the mountain and practice cultivation, and go up the mountain to collect herbs and fold flowers in your spare time... It's really a paradise in your dreams..."

Jiang Ming admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, and then sighed: "It's a pity, after all, we have to bow down for daily necessities."

The previous life didn't leave any money, so if Jiang Ming wanted to practice martial arts, he had to find a way to make money.

Whether it is to learn martial arts from a teacher, or to buy boxing pills, a lot of money is needed.

Martial arts is not a poor man's game!

Jiang Ming got up quickly, and took out a basket of fresh herbs picked in the past few days from the house, and spread them on the ground to dry.

There are also some hard-to-dry rhizome medicinal materials, Jiang Ming still needs to grow charcoal fire, and carefully dry them on the kang...

Some herbs left over from the predecessor need to be further processed, poured into the pot and stir-fried over low heat to avoid moldy...

When he finally finished his work, it was already sunset.

Jiang Ming gnawed on the cracked dry biscuits, chewing hard while thinking:

"I can go to the drug market tomorrow morning..."

There are a lot of medicinal materials left by the predecessor, plus the newly picked ones, they should be able to sell some money.

After drinking a large bowl of cold water, he slid down his choked throat. He began to pick out the medicines that could be sold, then tied them up with straw ropes, and carefully put them into the medicine basket...

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The next day, just after dawn, Jiang Ming opened his eyes, practiced boxing a little bit twice, then pulled out the hidden medicine basket from the bed, covered it with a piece of bald animal skin, and carried it out. Door.

The medicine market is located in an open space on the other side of Ping'an Town, surrounded by simple bamboo fences. Even in the early morning, there are already many people gathered.

Jiang Ming went in, found an open space to spread out the animal skins, put the medicinal materials one by one, and squatted on the ground to set up a stall.

But before the guests came, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a hideous knife mark on his face came over with a few gangsters and followers: "Hey, A Ming, today's so much goods, save money!" Marry a wife?"

Jiang Ming looked up, and immediately greeted the other party's eight generations of ancestors in his heart, but his face still showed a look of awe: "Good morning, Mr. Scar!"

As he spoke, he took out five copper coins from his pocket and put them into the opponent's hand.

"Master Scar" is the little leader of the Old Snake Gang in Fucheng, and this drug market is led by the Old Snake Gang.

In Ping'an Town, every herb collector must come to the medicine market to sell medicine.

Everyone who sells medicine in the medicine market must pay a venue fee.

This is the rule!

Someone once sneaked into the city to sell medicine, and his legs were directly broken...

"It's almost impossible for these herb pickers to stand up..." Jiang Ming sighed in his heart. The officials and old men in the mansion are full of fat, but they are extremely shrewd.

With such a big business of medicinal materials, how could they let these mud-legged herbal pickers get rich.

Behind the Old Snake Gang, various families and officials are indispensable...

Mr. Scar, on the other hand, had a half-smile, and used his toes to swipe and swipe on the medicinal materials, looking like he was about to step on a few medicinal materials:

"There are so many goods this time, the land fee is a bit..."

"Master Scar is wise!" Jiang Ming immediately smiled apologetically, and handed over three more copper coins.

"It's a good thing I didn't bring the Fire Cloud Grass back. Otherwise, don't talk about making money, I'm afraid there will be bad luck!" Jiang Ming thought to himself, with a smile on his face, watching the scarred face leave...

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After sending this Mr. Scar away, a while later, when the sky was bright, people in twos and threes entered the drug market to purchase.

At a glance, Jiang Ming saw that most of the people who came to buy the medicine were neatly dressed, with delicate skin and skin. It looked like they were from the city, and many of them were accompanied by attendants.

This is the business of medicinal materials, ordinary people can't do it, and herbal collectors are only the bottom of the medicinal material chain, and can only be exploited by drug dealers and gangs.

Jiang Ming watched the old men in the city walk around, pick and choose, and finally an old man in a gray robe walked up to him.

"Huh? How do you sell pig lings?"

Jiang Ming quickly straightened his waist and said, "Look at Mian Shan, if you want it, I'll count it as twenty-five copper coins for you. It's hard to find pigtails now, and the price is considered cheap, do you think so?"

Picking pigtails requires a lot of experience, and it's hard to find, but if you find the right place, you can dig dozens of catties. I was lucky enough to come across a place where pigtails grow.

In order to ship goods quickly, Jiang Ming kept the price relatively low.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "The boy can talk, all right, let's pretend."

He winked behind him, and immediately a follower stepped forward to pay for the medicine.

Before the old man left, he left another sentence: "Black tea medicine, water golden vine, double the price, and... fire cloud grass, find a big reward!"

Jiang Ming didn't ask much, just nodded.

This is also one of the rules. The gentlemen who come to purchase sometimes name and purchase some urgently needed medicinal materials from the herb pickers. This is considered a bounty task. The rewards for such tasks are generally higher, but the medicinal materials are also more difficult to find.

Especially Fire Cloud Grass...

Jiang Ming's heart moved slightly. This fire cloud grass was rarer than the thousand-year-old ginseng.

This year, it suddenly increased. Although it is still difficult to find, it has been heard that two or three people have found it.

"That's not counting the one I ate!" Jiang Ming's eyes flickered.

"Families and gangs in the city, the reward prices are also rising day by day, especially the Wang family. I heard that the current reward price is already sixty taels..."

If Jiang Ming had sixty taels of silver, it would be enough for him to go to the city to find a good martial arts gym and study for several years.

"Unfortunately, this road doesn't work..." Jiang Ming thought of the small guards in the town, Mr. Scar and those old men who bought medicines with a smile on their faces, and his heart became as calm as water.

This windfall is not what he can make now.

"Little brat, do you still have Zhuling?" A rough shout brought Jiang Ming back to his senses.

He looked up and saw that it was a regular customer, and quickly apologized with a smile: "I'm really sorry, it's all sold out."

A trace of impatience flashed in the man's eyes, and he shook his sleeves and left.

Jiang Ming shook his head speechlessly. Except for Polyporus sinensis, his other medicinal materials are not rare, and it will not be easy to sell in the future...

Sure enough, until near noon, the men who bought the medicine were all gone, and Jiang Ming's medicinal materials were still half left, and no one cared about them.

In one morning, a total of 60 copper coins were sold, excluding the exploitation by the petty official and Mr. Scar these days, there were only 50 copper coins.

This is plus the stock of the predecessor...

"Hey, life is not easy!" Jiang Ming sighed, put the remaining medicinal materials in the medicine basket, bought some rice noodles in the town, and just went home...

"Maybe it's time to try that prescription." On the way home, Jiang Ming hung his head and thought to himself.

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