Lord of Puluo

"How much does this record player cost? I bought it!"

Li Banfeng took a fancy to this record player, which was steam-driven among other things. Such a sophisticated mechanical equipment could not be seen even in Yuezhou. ☜

If you take this back to Yuezhou and sell it as a collection, you will definitely make a lot of money. Even if you don't sell it, it will be a good and satisfying thing to keep for yourself.

Shopkeeper Feng wiped the record player with a look of reluctance: "This is handmade by Amican. There are only two in Puozhou. I really don't want to sell it."

Li Banfeng understood the meaning of these words, which was to ask for more money.

"Shopkeeper Feng, make a price."

Shopkeeper Feng pondered for a while and stretched out two fingers.

Xiaopang glared: "Twenty thousand?"

Shopkeeper Feng shook his head: "Huan Guo banknote, two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!" Xiaopang showed a puzzled smile, "Shopkeeper, you really treat us like melons."

Shopkeeper Feng said: "It's worth the money, you really can't bargain!"

Li Banfeng looked at the record player.

It is a simple mahogany cabinet with three brass trumpets on top. The right trumpet is still slowly spitting out steam.

"Lin Hua'er has given up, even her heart is buried. When Chunyan comes back one day, where will she be~~"

The moving music was still lingering in his ears, and Li Banfeng wanted to buy this record player more and more.

But two hundred thousand is too far away from Li Banfeng.

He earned his tuition and living expenses by working part-time. Li Banfeng has never had more than 10,000 yuan in property in his life.

He glanced at Qin Xiaopang, who opened his eyes and said, "What do you want me to do? I have never seen so much money in my life. In our village, two hundred thousand yuan is enough to build a house!"

Five hundred for a sickle, two hundred thousand for a house?

Are you kidding?

Of course, this sickle is not an ordinary object, and I don't know what kind of house Qin Xiaopang is talking about.

Li Banfeng's eyes could not be separated from the record player. According to Li Banfeng's estimation, this record player would definitely sell for 500,000 yuan in Yuezhou. Li Banfeng was full of confidence in the largest investment in his life. He looked at The boss straightened his waist and said: "Keep this record player for me, I will definitely buy it!"

Shopkeeper Feng looked at Li Banfeng's eyes and felt that these words seemed to have a special weight.

He felt that Li Banfeng would really buy this record player.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you." The shopkeeper agreed.

I will definitely buy it!

This sentence does have a special weight for Li Banfeng.

In the orphanage, he saw children outside eating popsicles. He said, "I will definitely buy them."

When I was in junior high school, I saw my classmate’s basketball shoes and he said, I will definitely buy them.

When I was in college, I saw another classmate’s mobile phone and he said, I will definitely buy it.

I bought popsicles, sneakers, and mobile phones.

I can definitely buy this record player too.

"Brother, let's go! It's too late!"

Qin Xiaopang pulled Li Banfeng out of Fengji Grocery Store. The clerk sighed and said, "Shopkeeper, when will this be sold?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "I think the guy named Li just now probably wanted to buy it."

"What's the use of just being thoughtful?" The guy shook his head repeatedly, "Don't talk about two hundred thousand, I don't think he can even get twenty yuan out of him!"

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Xiaopang went to a blacksmith's house and bought an axe.

The length of the ax handle and head is seventy centimeters.

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "You brought this thing up the mountain?"

"I heard that those who dare to go to Kuwu Mountain are ruthless people. Bringing this ax will scare them away at least half of them."

The little fat man carried the ax and went to the market to buy twenty kilograms of dry food, filled two large bottles of water, hired a carriage, and took Li Banfeng all the way west to Kuwu Mountain.

After walking for a whole day, Li Banfeng ate less than a pound of twenty kilograms of dry food, while Qin Xiaopang ate nearly half of it.

Late at night, the two arrived near Kuwu Mountain.

Li Banfeng raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He only saw the hazy night and no mountains.

Xiaopang found an inn and rented two beds in Datongpu.

He himself felt that living in Datongpu was a bit shabby, and he specially explained it to Li Banfeng:

"I also want a private room, but the price of this bird shop has also increased. A room costs one hundred, and a bed only costs twenty. We brothers have to squeeze in."

Li Banfeng was not picky, so he went to bed and pretended to be asleep.

Datongbu has a large double-board bed, crowded with more than 20 people, snoring, grinding their teeth, talking in their sleep, and making all kinds of noises.

After Xiaopang fell asleep, Li Banfeng quietly slipped out of the inn, hid the key in the woods outside the inn, and entered the residence.

It's better to have your own house.

From the orphanage to graduating from college, Li Banfeng never had his own room. Now, even if he sleeps on the cold ground, he feels comfortable.

This time I didn't oversleep. When Li Banfeng left his home, it was just dawn.

Xiaopang got up early and was looking around for Li Banfeng: "Brother Feng, where have you been?"

Li Banfeng said perfunctorily: "I went to pee, fat brother, can we sleep for a while?"

Xiaopang was anxious: "Why are you still sleeping? Hurry up the mountain."

Li Banfeng followed Xiaopang to the west. After walking for an hour, the fog filled the distance and the shadow of the mountain could not be seen.

There were many people walking together on the road. The little fat man was carrying an axe, carrying dry food on his back, and looking around vigilantly.

A bald man, in his thirties, with a scar on the left corner of his eye, hurried forward and bumped into Xiaopang from behind.

The chubby boy stumbled, almost falling, and looked up at the bald man.

The bald man had a fierce look in his eyes and looked back at Qin Xiaopang: "Are you blind? Don't you know you are blocking the road?"

Xiaopang became anxious on the spot: "You hit me, how dare you curse me?"

The bald man took a step forward and said, "What's wrong with scolding you? I didn't hit you. Do you feel itchy?"

The fat man picked up the ax and waved it in front of the bald man.

The bald man spat and pulled out a machete more than a foot long from his waist.

Li Banfeng watched quietly from the side, calmly holding the handle of the small sickle with his right hand.

The small sickle was in his pocket, and neither the bald man nor the fat man noticed it.

A man in his early thirties, with parted hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a gray plaid suit, came up to the chubby and bald man.

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"You two, if you have the strength to go to the mountain, why do you need to show off here?"

To be honest, Xiaopang didn't want to fight. He was also eager to go up the mountain to pick flowers, but he couldn't let go of his shame.

The bald man looked at the gold-rimmed glasses, put away the knife, and found a step on both sides. The matter was settled.

The bald man continued on his way, and the little fat man also put away his axe.

The gold-rimmed glasses whispered to Xiaopang: "Brother, is this your first time going up the mountain?"

Qin Xiaopang sneered: "I have walked through this Kuwu Mountain countless times, how can this be the first time!"

It was his first time, but he couldn't show shyness in front of others.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled: "Whether it's your first time or not, I would like to advise you, that bald man is not a good person. He will definitely find you in trouble when he gets to the mountain."

Xiaopang spat: "Why am I afraid of him?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shrugged his eyebrows: "It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. Don't say it's you. Because I said something extra just now, I will suffer from him if I don't do it on the mountain."

"I'm not afraid anyway." When he said this, Xiaopang held the ax tightly.

The gold-rimmed glasses looked at Li Banfeng again. Li Banfeng lowered his head and said nothing. At first glance, he looked like an honest man.

The three of them walked together for a while, and saw a few flags vaguely ahead.

There are yellow ones, green ones, and purple ones.

Li Banfeng asked: "Whose flags are these?"

Xiaopang glared at Li Banfeng and reminded Li Banfeng not to show any cowardice.

He didn't know where these flags came from, but when Li Banfeng asked, it was equivalent to telling others that it was his first time going up the mountain.

In fact, the gold-rimmed glasses had already seen that it was their first time going up the mountain. Looking at the flags, the gold-rimmed glasses whispered: "People from the Bai family, the Huang family, the Lu family, the Liu family, and all the major medicine shops are here."

Xiaopang had heard of the names of these medicine shops, but he didn't understand why the people from these medicine shops came here.

After picking the snake-flowered chrysanthemums, they naturally have to sell them to the medicine shop. They can just wait at home to do business. Why go to the foot of Kuwu Mountain to guard them?

Gold-rimmed glasses knew the reason, but did not say it clearly: "Two friends, let's not go any further. We'll wait here for news."

"Waiting for news?" Xiaopang frowned, "What are you waiting for? The snake-flowered chrysanthemum only blooms for one day. If you wait a moment longer, you will miss one less flower to pick."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and took out a folding fan from his waist: "Do you know when the serpentia blooms?"

Xiaopang said loudly: "It will bloom today!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his folding fan and said slowly: "It is true that it bloomed today, but the time of blooming is uncertain.

Early morning is today, noon is also today, and dusk is also today. If you go up the mountain now, if you wait until dusk to bloom, wouldn't you be eating a whole day of poisonous mist in vain? "

Xiaopang smiled contemptuously: "I have cultivation and am not afraid of the poisonous mist."

"I know you have cultivation, but even if you have cultivation, you can't let it go to waste," he said, looking at the thick fog in the distance through gold-rimmed glasses.

"If an ordinary person inhales the mist on the Bitter Mist Mountain for three hours in a row, he is afraid that he will die.

A beginner, a cultivator with no level, can only sustain it for seven or eight hours at most. Seeing as you are so strong, you must be a food cultivator, right? "

Xiaopang remained silent. A cultivator's Taoism and cultivation should not be revealed to others.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said: "If you are a food cultivator, you can last for more than ten hours if you eat and drink enough.

After the flowers bloom, you can go up the mountain and pick seventy or eighty flowers. As long as you find the right place, it's easy. "

Seventy to eighty flowers, 85 yuan per flower, which makes more than 6,000 yuan.

The little fat man hurriedly walked forward after hearing this. He closed his folding fan with gold-rimmed glasses and blocked the little fat man. He frowned and said: "I told you, now is not the time. Wait for the flowers to bloom before going up the mountain. A reckless person like you, every year I don’t know how many people died on the mountain.”

The little fat man said angrily: "Do you know when it will bloom?"

The gold-rimmed glasses pointed to the flag in the distance with a fan: "I don't know, but they know that the medicine store hires two explorers to go up the mountain every year.

When we find that the flowers are blooming, we will send out a signal, and the medicine shop will send people up the mountain. At that time, we will just follow them. "

The little fat man was startled: "The medicine store also sent people up the mountain?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said: "If you don't send people up the mountain and you can't buy the snake-banded chrysanthemum, how can you refine the snake-banded pill?

If a big medicine store can't even sell Snakehead Pill, wouldn't the sign be ruined? "

Xiaopang looked around: "So many people go up the mountain to pick flowers and sell them to the medicine shop. Are they afraid that they won't be able to buy them?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses waved his folding fan and said, "If you buy flowers from a drug store, you don't have to worry about buying them. The price will be determined by the drug store.

But several major drug stores in Yaowanggou want to buy flowers. If there is a dispute, the seller has the final say on the price. "

Xiaopang still didn't understand: "Didn't we already agree that one plant costs eighty-five yuan?"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and said: "That was the price I paid before going up the mountain. After I came down the mountain, I didn't talk about it.

Suppose you are a medicine shop and you don’t have a snake-spotted flower in your hand, and the flower picker offers a high price. Should you buy it?

If you send someone up and collect three to five hundred flowers, you will have a good idea. If you really have to refine some elixirs, you won't be manipulated by the seller. "

This man with gold-rimmed glasses is a real expert. It can be seen from his words that he knows the business of Kuwu Mountain very well.

While he was talking, several people gathered around him and listened quietly. These people had never been to Kuwu Mountain, and they all wanted to learn some experience from the gold-rimmed glasses.

He was not stingy with the gold-rimmed glasses. He talked about a lot of common sense, focusing on the characteristics of the snake-spotted flower.

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped and kept staring at the flag of the medicine store in the distance.

Under the flag of the medicine store, several men walked into the depths of the thick fog. They said to everyone with gold-rimmed glasses: "The people from the medicine store have gone up the mountain. It's time for us to leave."

The little fat man was about to step forward in a hurry, but the gold-rimmed glasses reminded him: "Don't follow too closely. At the foot of the mountain, these people take into account the reputation of the medicine shop and will abide by the rules.

But when they get to the mountains, they can do anything. Picking flowers is a hard job. Picking flowers by yourself is definitely not as fast as grabbing them. "

Hearing this, Xiaopang clenched his ax again, and several people around him also became nervous.

Gold-rimmed glasses said: "If you can trust me, let's get together so that we can take care of each other."

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