"You kid don't give me those useless things, while the game is not over yet, hurry up and give me a look. Xu Yang waved his hand impatiently.

The sedan chair was carried by everyone.

Although the lord of Zhang Dabao had just given the command to beat and scold, he couldn't really treat Zhang Tianxiang as the second envoy of Taiping Town.

You know, this is the scene of the Yuntai Mountain Martial Arts Conference.

He himself benefited a lot from watching the game just now.

With the help of the eyes of the sky, the moves and responses of those contestants are traceable.

For someone like him, who is not well-informed and has considerable eyesight, this kind of occasion is a perfect opportunity for him to learn from his combat experience.

However, Xu Yang can't patronize himself to benefit, right?

Seeing that Xu Yang didn't say what he was most afraid of hearing, Zhang Tianxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

As the fourth young castle master of the Flying Eagle Castle ranked fourth among the eight major sects, he really has no shortage of knowledge.

The only thing Zhang Tianxiang lacks now is silver.

Although he has no plans to run away from home again.

But if you think about it, if the young castle master of his dignified Flying Eagle Castle only carries a few copper plates in his pocket all day long, is this like a word?

Of course, Xu Yang's kindness to let him watch the game could not be disappointed.

After all, people are purely for his good, right?

It's just that before leaving, Zhang Tianxiang didn't forget to remind: "Shopkeeper, the sour plum soup has been sold for a bucket, and I got 25201 yuan in silver, I have counted this money several times, don't be mistaken when the time comes." ”

Xu Yang suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

He flew up and kicked the kid in the buttocks.

What the hell, don't get it wrong when the time comes?

Could it be that I, the protagonist who has opened the hanging, will still be greedy for your share of a few taels of silver?

Zhang Tianxiang, who was kicked by Xu Yang, laughed hehe, and then turned around and walked in the direction of the ring.

Brothers, settle accounts!

If you are greedy for ink or not, you have to ask if your heart is black.

This kind of thing, who can say for sure?

After kicking the kid, Xu Yang also sighed.

He glanced into the money bag, and his heart was finally much more relaxed.

In less than an hour, half of the two large barrels of sour plum soup were sold.

You know, this is a bowl of sour plum soup that sells for 100 yuan.

Poor and rich in martial arts.

Those who can come to Yuntai Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference cannot be poor.

Well, except for Zhang Tianxiang's kid.

When that kid talked about money, his eyes turned green.

Hehe, if he wasn't short of money, he could be so active in helping him sell sour plum soup?

Facts have proved that these martial arts people from all over the world are really not short of money.

When it was time for lunch, Xu Yang's remaining bucket of sour plum soup had already been sold out.

One five gets five, two hundred and fifty ten gets silver, fifty two hundred and four hundred dollars.

Two barrels of sour plum soup, plus the cost of those saltpeters, are less than three taels of silver in total.

In this morning's work, I made a net profit of forty-seven taels of silver.

If this was changed to when he was still in Taiping Town, he earned so much silver in half a day, Xu Yang would be able to smile his teeth.

But now, Xu Yang is not very satisfied.

The martial arts conference in Yuntai Mountain is a martial arts event that is only held once every three years.

Specifically, each session lasted only five days.

On such a big occasion, if he can only earn three or four hundred taels of silver, then his trip will be in vain.

That little money, you can't even exchange two primary treasure chests, what good use can it be?

It's not okay to go on like this, you have to change another idea that can make a lot of money, Xu Yang thought to himself.

Of course, if you want to make money, you have to eat lunch, right?

The martial arts conference held in Yuntai Mountain, as the organizer of the Yuntai Sect, does not include food or accommodation.

However, in order to save the trouble of going up and down the mountain halfway, this meal at noon is still provided by Yuntai Sect.

Just like now, Xu Yang, who was thinking about how to make money, was following behind the others and slowly walking towards the dining position.

In contrast, Zhang Tianxiang, who had just received seven taels of silver, seemed a little heartless.

In half a day, you got seven taels of silver, and after five days, you got seventy taels of silver, right?

He doesn't have much thought about it now, and he goes out to spend time drinking with the fox friends and dog friends he met before.

These seventy taels of silver are enough for him to spend for several months, can he not be happy?

"Shopkeeper, the sour plum soup we prepared has been sold out, do we have to go to Yuntai Town at the bottom of the mountain later?" Zhang Tianxiang asked happily.

Such a good amount of money, if you don't hurry up and make a little money, it will be thundered by the sky.

"Well, after eating, you go down the mountain and pick up two buckets of sour plum soup and come back. Xu Yang replied a little absent-mindedly.

Zhang Tianxiang, a heartless guy, can be happy for a few taels of silver for a long time.

How could a good young man with ideals and pursuits like him compare himself with this kid?

He has a melon in his head, but he wants to make a lot of money.

It's not that there are no ways to make money.

It's just that some methods are put here, and they seem a little inappropriate.

Just like the barbecue business, if you set up a stall in the evening, it might be more appropriate.

But in broad daylight, the weather is hot.

Whether anyone eats it is another story.

On such a hot day, just standing next to the grill and grilling skewers is an unbearable tiring.

Xu Yang's head was still thinking about a more suitable way to make money, and it was his turn to eat.

The lunch provided by the Yuntai Sect is probably a simple meal in the nature of a working meal in later generations.

Naturally, it is impossible to go to any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Fortunately, the amount is large and the tube is enough.

And in the eyes of ordinary people, the taste is okay.

It's just that if he is replaced by Xu Yang, who is used to eating his own stir-fried dishes, this taste is a little unbearable.

A spoonful of green vegetables is not only cooked a little yellow, but also the salt is quite heavy.

Could it be that the people of the Yuntai Sect are still involved in the buying and selling of private salt in private?

Two pieces of meat, the size is quite large, but even if it is cut so thickly, why don't you pour some soy sauce to make color?

How can people eat such two large pieces of white meat without pulling a few fat?

A small fish the size of three fingers, it looks decent.

But the chef you invited from Yuntai can't even clean the gills?

Do you want to kill people or what?

Looking at the dishes on the plate, Xu Yang couldn't even raise his appetite at all.

Zhang Tianxiang, who was standing beside him, also frowned at this time.

During the time when he was fighting in Taiping Town, Xu Yang's craftsmanship raised his mouth.

The meals cooked by ordinary chefs really can't get into Zhang Tianxiang's eyes.

Although after returning to Eagle Castle, he could only reluctantly accept the fact that the food level had dropped.

But meeting Xu Yang today reminded him of the good times he had in Taiping Town, enjoying food.

In Zhang Tianxiang's heart, he suddenly didn't want to give up.

(End of chapter)