Experience of living in a chaotic world of demons

But the good fortune from heaven is obviously not that simple.

Until the news came that Zhuang Nei had entered the city, not to mention the injured tiger, even the healthy wild bear Gu Sheng had not seen a hair.

Gu Sheng could only sigh in his heart.

There was nothing he could do about bad luck, and this matter could not be rushed.

Fortunately, he had made some money since he started practicing martial arts, and hunted wild boars and wolves from time to time. It was estimated that he had spent more than ten taels of silver, and all his savings should be about twenty taels of silver at this time.

"This time I go to the city, I can sell some leather, and then go to the black market to see if I can get drugs such as four-stone bows and body-building ointment!"

After clarifying the goal, Gu Sheng signed up for the procurement team for Zhuang Nei to enter the city.

The procurement team was naturally overjoyed to have Gu Sheng, a great archer, join.

It was only a few months after the incident of entering the city last winter, so this time, except for a few villagers who had to go to the city for urgent matters, almost all others had some psychological shadows and did not dare to enter the city for the time being.

Last time, more than a dozen villagers died. When the bodies were carried back, the village was filled with grief, and everyone still remembered it.

Gu Erniu also chose not to go into the city, and Gu Sheng helped him sell the two pieces of leather.

"Ah Sheng, you must be careful. Although the Black Sand Gang has just collected the annual supply in spring, nothing should happen, but if something really happens, you should protect yourself first."

Gu Erniu carefully reminded him, looking a little embarrassed, which was equivalent to Gu Sheng taking the risk.

Gu Sheng smiled and said:

"I will be careful, Brother Erniu, you just help me look after the house these days."

"Don't worry!" Gu Erniu patted his chest loudly.

The purchasing convoy entering the city this time was obviously much smaller, and there were fewer villagers accompanying it. The steward was someone Gu Sheng did not know. After Gu Renxu's death, the master's family reappointed a new steward named Gu Renbing, but the number of warriors leading the team was no less.

This time, Gu Jingang led the team.

There were even six or seven warriors together.

The last incident just happened, and the village is still a little timid, safety first.

After Gu Jingang used the blood-strengthening pill, he has now reached the minor success of the blood refining realm, and his combat power is very strong. It is safer to lead the team with him.

However, Gu Xiaojiang did not enter the city this time. He rarely shows up now, and he and Gu Sheng are rarely seen. He is devoted to martial arts training. The village has high expectations for him, and he is under great pressure.

"Let's go."

Gu Jingang smiled at Gu Sheng, and then shouted in a deep voice.

Although Gu Sheng's martial arts talent is average, this amazing archery skill still makes him remember it deeply.

Having experienced entering the city once, Gu Sheng's attention is still on the way, trying to remember, so that he will be safer when he enters the city alone in the future.

This time the convoy is obviously much duller.

Everyone's eyes scanned the surroundings from time to time, and they were extremely vigilant, fearing that something might happen.

Fortunately, there was no blindness this time. Even if there were occasional bandits blocking the road, they retreated after Gu Jingang introduced himself.

It can be seen.

Gu Jingang's prestige is even higher than Gu Dajiang's.

Moreover, the last time Gujiazhuang wiped out the bandits in Mangniu Mountain, the nearby bandits knew that Gujiazhuang was not easy to mess with, and there would be no blind bandits to cause trouble in a short time.

The convoy was very fast, and it arrived at Canghe County after noon.

Looking at the familiar city gate, Gu Sheng's tense spirit was shaken, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This experience of entering the city is the normal state of Gujiazhuang's purchases. It is rare to encounter an attack once in a year or two.

Settled in the side yard.

Gu Jingang nodded slightly to everyone and turned to rest. The manager Gu Renbing instructed everyone:

"You can walk freely in the next few days. Bring a temporary pass to avoid being expelled from the city. Wait until the purchases in the village are completed and return to the village together. No one will be waiting after the time is up!"

In a trance, Gu Sheng seemed to see the shadow of Gu Renxu in Gu Renbing.

Gu Renxu said the same thing at the beginning.

Shaking his head, he put away the slightly complicated emotions in his heart and turned to leave.

It was still early at this time.

Let's go and do things first.

There was no valuable item like silver fox skin to sell this time, so Gu Sheng did not choose to go to Mingyutang, which was too uneconomical. He chose to sell it himself at the stall where Gu Erniu originally planned to go last time.

Although it was a bit troublesome, the price would be higher.

Today's Gu Sheng still has to be thrifty.

Walking into the stall.

Immediately, you can see many vendors setting up stalls and selling, and people are coming and going, so lively.

Gu Sheng took a general look and found that there were many new gadgets or food and clothing, but there were no precious medicines needed for martial arts, not to mention weapons and martial arts.

These are all prohibited from trading openly, unless there is a license issued by the government, similar to Mingyutang.

Otherwise, you can only go to the black market.

A small stall was set up, and Gu Sheng neatly arranged the leather pieces, and also learned from other vendors to start selling.

Soon.

Someone stopped in front of Gu Sheng's stall.

Gu Sheng was an excellent archer, and he rarely damaged the skins during hunting, which easily attracted people's attention.

The middle-aged man who looked like a butler asked:

"How much is this wolf skin?"

"Four hundred coins."

"How about less? I want two skins."

"I'll charge you seven hundred and eighty coins. It's a small business. You are a big shot. My skin has a good color and is intact. You won't lose face if you buy it back."

"You're a young man who can talk, so I'll give you seven hundred and eighty yuan."

The housekeeper smiled, took out a money bag from his waist and counted fifteen large coins and thirty small coins.

"Okay, I'll tie it up for you!"

The first order went smoothly, and Gu Sheng felt happy.

With the first customer, Gu Sheng became more and more familiar with him. From time to time, customers stopped to ask, and some thought the leather was too expensive, but Gu Sheng was not in a hurry and took his time.

Until it was almost sunset, the leathers I brought were sold for 77 to 88 bucks.

By tomorrow, I guess I can sell them all.

"Except for these two pieces of leather from Brother Erniu, I should be able to earn more than four taels of silver, which is not bad."

Gu Sheng closed the stall, stretched and thought silently.

Without the sudden wealth of silver fox skin, he can only accumulate wealth slowly. In addition, Gu Sheng needs to consume a lot of meat for daily martial arts training, as well as the expenditure on body-building cream, which means that there are more than four taels of silver. Not bad.

He was thinking of waiting until it gets later to go to the joint where he bought the bow last time.

Unconsciously, I arrived at the place where I listened to the book last time.

The tea shed was still crowded with people, and there were sonorous and powerful voices coming from inside, but Gu Sheng was stunned on the spot. The storyteller was not the old Mr. Zhang he saw last time in the city.

Instead, it was another Mr. Li.

According to what Gu Erniu said last time, Mr. Zhang has been telling stories here for several years, so there should be no changes.

"Where is Mr. Zhang, the storyteller here before?"

Gu Sheng pulled over a pedestrian who stopped and asked apologetically in a low voice.

The pedestrian's expression changed, and he threw off his sleeves impatiently.

"Dead! He died last winter!"

After Gu Sheng became a warrior, he had sharp ears and eyes, and he could clearly see traces of sadness and resentment in the eyes of the passerby.

Obviously.

The old gentleman in this picture did not die from the heavy snow. As to why, it is self-evident.

He sighed, with slight ripples in his heart.