Longevity, Starting From Raising Chickens

Chapter 13 Selling

Time waits for no one.

Tomorrow is the day when Deacon Li arrives, and there is not much time left for Wang Ba.

But he still fermented, fed, and cleaned the chicken in an orderly manner.

After finishing the work, even though we were in a hurry, it was still evening.

It hasn't been long since the market closed.

Wang Ba was not too anxious.

This was the result of his deliberate choice.

There are so many people around during the day, so if he brings so many soul chickens, he will definitely attract others' attention.

If a monk passes by, he might be spotted.

Wang Ba is not absolutely sure about the blinding effect of the Yin God's power.

But before the market closes, the risk will be much smaller.

The most important thing is that there is actually a little limit to the use of Yin God's power.

"The more people are deceived, the greater the consumption of Yin Shen's power. We just deceived Lao Hou and Niu Yong, and the consumption was not bad, only about one-twentieth was consumed."

But it is conceivable that if one wants to deceive a whole city of people at the same time, a drop of Yinshen's power will definitely not be enough.

So, just avoid the crowds.

After some hesitation, he finally set off with thirteen spiritual chickens.

The male spirit chicken, which was somewhat different from other spirit chickens, was kept by him as a breeder chicken, and it filled the vacancy of Jiaer, which had been sold before.

In other words, there are four spiritual chickens hidden in the villa.

A1 and A2 are two roosters, A3 and A4 are two hens.

This time, he didn't go to Xiyuanfang City, which was the closest to him, but 'Nanhufang City' in the other direction.

Nanhufang City is located in the valley and on the bank of Nanhu Lake. It can be said to be surrounded by mountains and rivers, with excellent scenery.

Although this is still the fringe handyman area of ​​the sect, it is already the outermost place.

Go south for a few miles, and you will be out of the scope of the Dongshengzong's sect.

Of course, outer sect disciples often patrol the borders of the sect. With the means of these immortals, they are absolutely impossible to escape from such miscellaneous tasks.

However, Wang Ba was not ready to leave the sect either.

Although there are various restrictions here, it is also his blessed land.

After leaving the sect, where can he find such a place where he can raise spirit chickens and gain longevity?

The seemingly ordinary free chicken feed alone is a big problem.

In particular, he still needs the Fangshi here to exchange a sufficient number of rare chickens for him.

Xu Shizhuang's physique was blessed by three levels, even with thirteen spiritual chickens on his back, he could walk like flying.

Try to avoid encountering others head-on along the way.

He didn't want to waste the power of Yinshen on passers-by.

Fortunately, he picked the time really well and didn't meet many people along the way.

The main reason is that Nanhufang City is located in a remote location, and there are not many blood relatives of the monks living nearby.

So he carried the spiritual chicken as he wished and walked into Nanhufang City.

Different from the prosperity of Xiyuanfang City, there are obviously much fewer stores in Nanhufang City.

Correspondingly, there are only two grocery stores in the entire Nanhufang City.

On the narrow road paved with bluestones, only a few people passed by in a hurry.

Some people glanced at Wang Ba inadvertently, but then turned their heads indifferently.

In their eyes, what they saw was the image of a middle-aged man in an ocher robe carrying a large bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket was quiet and quiet, as if there were herbs and the like.

Feeling the drop of Yin God's power in the Yin God Mansion shrinking rapidly.

Wang Ba couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Fortunately, he had explored the road before and was quite familiar with the layout of Fang City, so he arrived at his destination in a short time.

‘Burning knife miscellaneous grain shop’.

To Wang Ba's relief, there were no other customers in the shop except the shopkeeper and the boy who were taking inventory.

The consumption of Yin Shen's power suddenly slowed down.

Fortunately, nearly seven-tenths of the Yin Shen's power is left.

"Guests, hurry up and take a look, the market will be closed soon."

The shopkeeper was a wealthy middle-aged man with a mustache. He glanced at Wang Ba who walked in, said hello casually, and then ordered the waiter to clean up.

In his eyes, he was a coolie with an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes.

Although he was carrying a big bamboo basket, he looked like a poor man at first glance.

Wang Ba just glanced at the other person's eyes and understood what the other person was thinking.

However, he had no time to waste, and immediately went straight to the point: "Shopkeeper, do you accept spiritual chickens here?"

"I'm sorry, the store doesn't accept rare chickens... spiritual chickens?!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper subconsciously turned his head and looked at Wang Ba again, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

But he immediately rolled his eyes and coughed:

"You want to sell spiritual chickens?"

"Exactly. May I ask if your store accepts spiritual chickens? What's the price?"

Wang Ba asked with his hands raised.

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and raised his hand in invitation.

"Erhu, tea is served. Come, guests, please take a seat."

Wang Ba was anxious, but he still sat down with a calm expression.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Wang Ba again without any trace, and then at the old bamboo basket that Wang Ba had unloaded. His smile grew stronger, but his tone became calm and said:

"Of course we harvest the spiritual chickens. I thought they were rare chickens just now."

"Oh, my guest, you don't know. Rare chickens are not worth much now, and spiritual chickens are barely worth anything. How many do you have?"

Wang Ba was confused for a moment.

A spiritual chicken, barely worth some money?

When did spiritual chickens become so cheap?

Or is his vision too low?

What he thinks is expensive is worthless to others?

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment, then said: "One, a male spiritual chicken, Rank One Low Grade."

"Oh, Rank One Low Grade, it's still a male..."

The middle-aged shopkeeper drawled his voice, stroked his mustache, and laughed:

"The guests may not know that the male chicken is worthless. The price is at most half of the hen."

"In addition, the price of spiritual chickens has dropped recently. The price..."

Wang Ba nodded when he heard this. He naturally knew this.

But this was equivalent to a business without capital, so even if it was cheaper, he would just sell it.

"Shopkeeper, just tell me the price."

Wang Ba urged.

"Okay! I'll be honest. I'll give you this number for this spiritual chicken..."

The shopkeeper held out five fingers.

"Five spiritual stones?!"

This time it was Wang Ba who was surprised.

Could it be that the shopkeepers of the previous grocery stores in Xiyuanfang City collectively lowered the prices?

He is indeed a profiteer!

"What spirit stone!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper said displeasedly: "It's five thousand taels of silver!"

Wang Ba was stunned when he heard the price and couldn't believe his ears:

"How much? Five thousand taels... of silver?"

"That's right, this spiritual chicken was not cheap in the past, it cost seven or eight thousand taels of silver! It's a pity that there have been a lot of spiritual chickens flowing out of Dingzizhuang recently, isn't it worthless..."

The middle-aged shopkeeper talked nonchalantly.

However, Wang Ba had no intention of listening to his nonsense.

"Since the shopkeeper is not sincere, let's forget it."

After listening to a few words, Wang Ba was still unaware that the other party was treating him as a fat sheep and slaughtering him.

The market price is 10,000 taels of silver, which can barely be exchanged for a Low Grade spiritual stone.

He didn't waste any time, he just picked up the bamboo basket and pretended to leave.

"Guest, please don't leave. How much does it cost?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper asked rhetorically.

"Three spiritual stones!"

Wang Ba paused and gave his price.

Lu Jialiangji had previously given him three yuan and four cents, and he was eager to deal with it, even if it was less.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly:

"Three pieces? That's too much! Eight points of spiritual stones at most!"

Although he didn't want the power of the Yin God to go to waste, Wang Ba still didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he just picked up the bamboo basket and left.

"Hey, guest, don't leave. If you still think it's cheap, you might as well make a price, hey, hey!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper stood on tiptoes and shouted from behind.

But I still saw Wang Ba carrying a bamboo basket to another grocery store.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged shopkeeper showed a sneer:

"Ah!"

"A poor guy who got lucky can still hope for a spiritual stone!"

"You're coming to see me later!"

"Get out of here. Will the shopkeeper of Liu Ji's Shop dare to take over?"

"Eight points of spiritual stones, hey!"

(end of this chapter)