Chapter 9 The first trip to the market ends
The Niu family shop is very big.
Chen Mo felt that this shop was unusual when he first came here.
To be able to rent the spiritual fields under the jurisdiction of the market to a mortal who has not yet started practicing, he must be very powerful.
Otherwise, he would not have used this shop as a shield at the No. 123 Grain Station just now.
Chen Mo also inquired about it. The head of the market was also surnamed Niu. He guessed that if it was not him, it was a relative.
The entrance to the Niu family shop was guarded very strictly. Anyone who came in had to be checked by the guards at the door before being allowed in.
However, it was the grain selling season, and the shop still opened a special passage for them, the spiritual plant husbands, to pass through.
Chen Mo followed the team, and there were at least ten people in line.
These spiritual plant husbands like him pushed large and small carts with bags of spiritual rice on the carts, and their faces were filled with joyful smiles.
It was a good harvest.
Who wouldn't be happy?
After waiting for about half an hour, Chen Mo finally entered the yard.
The carts were lined up in a row. In the crowd, Chen Mo saw Boss Wei who had received him at the beginning.
Boss Wei looked to be in his early thirties. His strength was unknown, but it was certain that he was at most in the early stage of Qi Refining. His status in the Niu family shop was average. He could have a say, but he could not make decisions.
Soon, Boss Wei also saw him, so he greeted him with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, long time no see!"
Chen Mo bowed and said, "Greetings, Boss Wei. Thanks to you, the harvest this year is not bad. This time I came to pay the introduction fee I paid on credit."
Wei Wuwei glanced at the half bag of spiritual rice on the cart and frowned slightly: "How much is this? 150 catties?"
"200 catties."
Hearing that it was 200 catties, Wei Wuwei was relieved immediately: "Not bad, not bad, it's good to be able to harvest 500 catties in the first year of farming."
In fact, the first year of being a spiritual plant husband is the most difficult.
Many cultivators, due to lack of experience and poor management, often cannot harvest 200 jin per mu, and some even harvest less than 100 jin!
However, this kid is also lucky, and he actually encountered a bumper year in the first year.
"Boss Wei, please deduct the 110 jin I owe you, and please exchange the remaining 90 jin for spiritual sand or fasting pills." Chen Mo said frankly, he was not afraid that the other party would greedily take the grain.
At the beginning, he could give him seeds on credit, so he naturally would not be interested in these 30 or 50 jin.
Wei Wuwei looked at Chen Mo and pondered for a moment.
He did not speak.
After about 20 breaths, he spoke: "How about this, I think it is not easy for Fellow Daoist Chen to be a spiritual plant husband in the first year. I will charge you 80 jin for the introduction fee and the seed money, and I will give you 12 fasting pills for the remaining 120 jin, which is just enough for your consumption next year. How about it?"
Boss Wei's words surprised Chen Mo a little.
On second thought.
It seems not impossible.
After all, according to his performance, he only collected 500 kilograms. If he paid all the rent, he would get 90 kilograms, which is 9 bigu pills.
It is not enough for his daily consumption, let alone cultivation improvement!
It seems that sometimes crying poor is also a good way!
"Thank you, Boss Wei." Chen Mo bowed with both hands, "But this kind of seeds..."
"Wait a moment."
Wei Wuwei turned and left. After a while, he returned to the yard: "I will give you another kilogram on credit. Next year, it will still be 110 kilograms of Linghuang rice!"
"Thank you so much, Boss Wei!"
"The seeds are the same as last year. Come to the shop in February to get them. I'll remember it for you."
"Okay!"
Then, Wei Wuwei asked the waiter who was doing the work to push a cart of spiritual rice to the scale. After a while, the other party came back with a porcelain bottle.
"Here are 12 bigu pills, please check."
Chen Mo opened the bottle stopper, and the fragrance of medicine filled the air.
It is bigu pills, and the quantity is correct!
He nodded and stuffed it into his waist.
"Chen Daoyou, if you have something to do, go and do it first. The shop has been very busy these days. Please forgive me for any trouble." Wei Wuwei greeted him.
"No, just do your thing."
In Chen Mo's eyes, this person in charge has a high EQ.
He can be so polite to a little spiritual plant husband, so his future will not be bad.
If he can make friends with him, it would be a good choice.
After leaving the Niu family shop, Chen Mo took a huge sum of money and went to the market again.
Whether it was listening to music in the brothel or gambling, he could restrain himself and did not step into it. He even did not spend half a tael of spiritual sand on those vendors who "picked" the best and picked up bargains.
These are all resources for his cultivation in the next year!
Wealth, Dharma, Friends and Land.
Resources are the most important thing!
With a golden finger, he can make steady progress and improve step by step. There is no need to take the risk of being cheated and pick up bargains.
How can the buyer be as smart as the seller?
The next morning, Chen Mo waited at the gate of the market.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Wang Lixia, leaning on a cane, slowly walked over on the bluestone slabs.
As soon as they met, Chen Mo presented the three prepared fasting pills with both hands.
"Thank you, senior, for helping me overcome the difficulties!"
Wang Lixia raised her eyebrows slightly, took the fasting pills casually, and when she looked at him again, her impression was a little better.
"Let's go."
Chen Mo followed behind him, walking very slowly.
Along the way, it was relatively peaceful at the beginning.
But what was supposed to come still came.
When the two walked out for 20 to 30 miles, Wang Lixia suddenly stopped, clenched the cane in her old right hand, hit it hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you, why don't you come out?"
Instantly, two masked middle-aged monks rushed out of the woods.
The moment they appeared, Wang Lixia frowned.
Although the two monks in front of her were masked, they gave her a sense of oppression.
If her guess was correct, both of them should be at the third level of Qi Refining!
Although the third level of Qi Refining is nothing in the market, it is probably considered a master among the spiritual plant husbands.
The two robbers were obviously stunned when they saw Wang Lixia.
Soon, their eyes moved to Chen Mo behind her.
"This fellow Taoist, you can go over, the person behind must leave money for the way!" One of the masked monks said.
"Hmph!"
There was a cold snort in the nose, and the next moment two powerful flame palms instantly penetrated the body and went straight to the two.
Wang Lixia didn't give the other party a chance to speak.
Having been a spiritual plant husband for so many years, this kind of thing has long been commonplace.
These robber monks are either spiritual plant husbands like her, or black miners who sneaked out of the mine. Even if they are both at the third level of Qi Refining, she thinks that she can definitely suppress them with her fire palm skills.
Sure enough, after Wang Lixia's brazen attack, the two men also realized that they had encountered a tough guy. After hurriedly dodging, they ran back to the woods without saying a word.
They just came to bully the weak, there is no need, and it is impossible to fight these spiritual plant husbands!
Seeing that a fire palm forced the robber monks to flee, Chen Mo became more determined to practice this spell to a small success!
