There were no brawls, and no flying swords poking around.

There were no robbers who came out halfway, and this team of grain farmers arrived in Mangshanfang City unusually smoothly.

"The new store of Mokezhai is rewarding, buy one get one free for all kinds of cultivation exercises! There is also a new book of Iron Sword Daxian, "Demon Battlefield Survival Guide" is hotly released, twenty spirit stones are bought home, and you don't have to worry about being recruited to the battlefield! ”

"The limited edition phantom flying sword of the Forge Pavilion, three thousand nine hundred and eight are sold for the last two days, and I regret missing this batch until next year!"

"Mangshan Lingvein Cave Mansion, Phantom Array, Dan Room, and Refining Room have everything, buy it immediately and give a fox maid."

"Imitation Phantom Flying Sword, five hundred and ninety-eight, forty ice silkworm nightgowns, imitation quality assurance by famous teachers!"

"Baicaofang Mangshan store, a new batch of second-order Yuzhi Shengjiu Pill has arrived, and each monk is limited to three pills."

"Fresh Fire Spirit Fruit, Five Spirit Stones and Three ......"

Looking at the dazzling array of various commodities in the market, everyone wondered what materials they should purchase to go back after they sold Linggu. Are you discussing buying second-order Spirit Valley seeds, or buying a cultivation method that suits you, or maybe picking up some high-quality and inexpensive promotional items to bring back to the Spirit Cloud Sect for resale?

As the intersection of several of the largest cultivation sects within a radius of 200 miles, the Lingyun Sect, the Juli Sect, the Yin Ghost Gate, the Green Lantern Palace, and the Baicaofang, Mangshan's advantageous geographical location has naturally become the most suitable trading place within a radius of 200 miles.

Relative to the middle position, once there is any crisis, several nearby cultivation sects can quickly come to support, as long as the patrol monks in Fang City insist on half an hour. With the defensive array that envelops the entire Fang City, as long as it is not a high-level repair attack in the Yuan Infant Period, there is no need to worry about the safety of transactions in the Fang City.

The old black man led the Gu farmer team to a Linggu trading house with a light car, and said with a smile: "Brother Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time. This season's newly ripe Linggu has just been harvested, and I will send it to you immediately, or is it the old rule? ”

Wu Su, the shopkeeper sitting on the recliner, got up with a slightly sad face, without the kind smile of the past: "Brother Laohei, it's embarrassing to say, this year, the demon clan doesn't know which one to smoke, and there has been no big move in two seasons." The largest battle was less than 3,000 demon beasts attacking, the front line was full of Spirit Valley, and no one ate it, and the granary was full of goods! ”

Hearing this, the old black head also pulled down his cheeks: "How did this demon clan change its sex?" Seeing that autumn is about to pass, why don't you grab some food and clothing, the brains of the eight demon kings are pumping again! ”

"Who says it's not, there has been no major battle for more than five months, and all sects have cut front-line supplies. I heard that those poor and crazy monks secretly poured military rations into the black market, and the price of grain in the north fell by one in three days, and they were about to break one spirit and forty catties. I now dream every day of a big battle, and it's better to die three or five thousand ......."

"Three or five thousand is more, and about two thousand is enough."

If it weren't for the appearance, it would be hard to imagine that this was a dialogue between the mouths of two Terran monks! They were actually expecting a defeat for the Terran monks on the demon battlefield, and the death of thousands of monks was the answer?

They don't care what the fate of the human race is, they just focus on their immediate gains. As everyone knows, once the two demon clans break through the defense line and drive straight in, even if they earn more spirit stones, they will have their lives to enjoy?

Or maybe their cultivation qualifications are too poor, even if they spend their entire lives, they can't reach the foundation building period, and they don't have to worry about being forcibly conscripted to serve in the demon battlefield for a year, they completely belong to the mentality of spectators who don't care!

Nangong Quan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes tightly and roared: "Enough, enough!" Say no more, ......."

The monk of the late stage of foundation building, like an extremely frightened young rat at this moment, curled up and squatted at the door of the trading house praying for the two mid-stage qi refining periods. Even if he didn't even need to draw his sword, he could kill the old black head and Wu Su with one person and one palm, but he didn't have the courage to do it.

Sun Li frowned, stroked the hair of the senior brother who was once proud of the sword room, and stopped the old black head: "Sell Linggu, sell Linggu, don't chatter, throw you two to the demon battlefield, try those two thousand people?" ”

The old black man hurriedly slapped himself twice: "Little old man owes his mouth, and he has lost his mind to the spirit stone!" ”

Wu Su was not a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, so he didn't pull his cheeks, but just stopped the topic. After all, I hope that the Terran monks will lose the battle on the front line, and they will still lose if they make trouble.

The old black head pretended to smoke a few times, and saw that Sun Li no longer cared, so he pulled a group of grain farmers to discuss: "At this price, the person surnamed Wu is willing to pay a maximum of fifty catties of one spirit, whether to sell it or not?" If you cut the cost, this season is a wasted one. If it is not sold, let's pull it back to Deacon Le and the gang to know, and they will definitely come to ask for benefits in three days. Counting the escort fee and the back and forth mules and horses, each person loses two spirit stones today......"

"Old black man, you are an old customer of our side of the market, so you can't raise the price anymore? Even if it is forty pounds of one spirit, everyone can't work for a season in vain, right? ”

"Isn't there still a Xinggu Chamber of Commerce in Mangshanfang City, it's really not okay to go over there and ask!"

"Crazy you, Xinggu collected everything to smuggle to the demon clan, are you afraid of being implicated if you catch it?"

"Forget it, I'm talking to him. Xinggu is exempt, it is not worth it to sacrifice his life for a season of Linggu. ”

The old black man pulled Wu Su to bargain again, but the result still did not meet everyone's expectations: "Fifty is still up to my face, he has not confiscated Xingu for half a month, so he is afraid of smashing it in his hands." ”

"If I knew that I wouldn't come, I ran blindly and posted two spirit stones!"

"At this time last year, Thirty-One Spirits did not worry about selling, alas."

"What's the use of saying that, hurry up and get an idea, sell the fifty-one spirits or bring them back?"

"Isn't this nonsense, go back to the sect and those miscellaneous pieces can spare us, you dare not give it to you every day!"

Shen Bao listened to the grain farmers complaining with one ear, but stared at the big bowl of porridge in Wu Su's hand with one eye. Although Linggu has a stronger aroma than ordinary rice, it is still a clear porridge in the final analysis, and it has no other flavor except for the aroma of rice.

Looking at the scale of the Linggu Commercial Bank, this Wu Su must also belong to the group of middle- and upper-income monks, and the food he eats is so simple? Thinking back to the other side of the earth, even the most ordinary eight-treasure porridge is more delicious......

Wait, eight-treasure porridge?

Shen Bao instantly thought of something, as an apprentice in a restaurant that did not enter the stream, he was a person who graduated from the Culinary Training Institute. Babao porridge can be said to be the most basic daily food, and he clearly remembers more than ten different ways to mix it.

Moreover, the requirements for cooking equipment are quite low, and all kinds of raw materials are mixed with water to cook in one pot, as long as they don't burn paste. Of course, it's impossible to reach the original, but it's okay to fool the monks in this other world who haven't eaten the Eight Treasure Porridge.

Shen Bao gave a suggestion: "I may have a way to sell Linggu, at least a lot higher than the current price." Need a big pot, I'm going to get the ingredients, why don't we try it? ”

The old black man saw what his eyesight, followed Shen Bao's gaze, and immediately guessed a few clues: "Xiaobao, do you want to cook Linggu?" Qing porridge can't sell many bowls a day, and when will the 20,000 catties of Linggu be sold. ”

Shen Bao took out the only remaining spirit stone from his coat pocket and shook it: "It's much better than clear porridge, it's the secret recipe of my hometown." Anyway, it's a loss to sell at this price, so you might as well give it a try, how bad can it be? ”

The last sentence touched the old black head, yes, compared to the current price of fifty catties of spirit stones, even if you take some time to try, the result can't be worse!

As a character who often leads, the old black man made up his mind and took out three spirit stones from his pocket and put them in Shen Bao's hand: "You go and try it, I'll arrange people, firewood, cauldron, spring water, what else do you need?" ”

"It's better to rent a place, and there must be a place when it will be sold."

"It's not expensive to rent vacant land, I'll get it."

"Shanhan, go chop fifty catties of firewood."

"Lao Wu, get a cauldron."

"Shuzi, Brother Tie, you go and borrow tables and chairs."

"Others, fetch water."

……

Sure enough, as Shen Bao expected, things such as red beans, lotus seeds, white fungus and other things were sold in pharmacies, and they were classified as alchemy consumables. In order to lock in the aroma of food, he also deliberately bought some brown rice, hoping to absorb the spiritual power with the help of the dietary fiber.

There are many people who are easy to do, and more than a dozen hard-working Gu farmers who are not monks and arrogant are busy and quickly build a small shed. Shen Bao followed the eight-treasure porridge method in his memory, and put a bunch of ingredients into a large pot to boil.

The old black head looked at the churning porridge, it was the first time he saw the alchemy herbs boiling porridge: "Xiaobao, are you sure that this red bean can be boiled with lotus seeds?" The former is yang, the latter is cold, and it won't clash with each other, right? ”

Sun Li even seemed to look at the eyes of an idiot, and sighed: "It doesn't make sense at all, this kid hasn't studied pharmacology at all, brown rice is warm, and you add cold barley to it, isn't it messing up the Danfang?" How can there be such alchemy, wait a minute, it's not alchemy......"

"It's okay, this eight-treasure porridge has been passed down in my hometown for hundreds of years. I've done it myself hundreds of times, strengthening my body and nourishing my qi and blood, not to mention the taste! ”

Shen Bao naturally doesn't care, Babao porridge, a food that has been tested for hundreds of years, has no need to worry about safety at all.

Wu Su has been dealing with Linggu for half his life, but he is a knowledgeable person, so he came over and sniffed: "Eight treasure porridge? Sounds good, but it's the first time I've seen it, and the person who came up with this recipe must be an alchemist. Maybe it's because I'm hungry, so I boiled and ate the dancai, and it smelled really good. ”

There is no industrial pollution in this other world, and all kinds of medicinal materials and foods are authentic and natural. As the cauldron boiled, the aroma became more and more intense, attracting many monks to stop unconsciously.

"What is this for, the method of water refining?"

"The market is noisy, who will do alchemy here. I look at it like boiling medicinal juice, and the medicinal materials in it are mostly used to warm the spleen and stomach, and I am afraid that it will cure internal diseases for mortals. ”

"And this kind of aromatic medicine, this recipe is really interesting."

"You say, even if the monk is not sick, it will not be in the way to drink a bowl, right?"

"Senior brother, you're hungry."

"Your stomach is growling, too."

A young monk finally couldn't resist the temptation and asked, "Brother, can you give me a bowl of this medicine?" ”