As soon as this idea appeared, it grew wildly in Fan Ming's mind.

He swallowed unconsciously. If he could really succeed, then it wouldn't be too much for him to make a small profit, right?

For example, this time it is an increase of 30%, and I can collect 20% of it as a kickback.

Uncle Wu also earned 10% more than usual. Isn’t this a win-win situation?

Not only that, there are other hunters in the village... and there are so many farmers, can I also...

Thinking of this, Fan Ming clenched his fists unconsciously, and his mouth was a little dry.

With this move alone, he can already foresee that he will make a lot of money in the near future!

Fan Congwu didn't know Fan Ming's psychological activities at this moment, and said with some emotion: "When will my boy be as sensible as you..."

Fan Ming can be regarded as someone else's child for once.

Although he was very excited in his heart, Fan Ming did not show it on his face. After all, whether it can succeed or not will only be known after testing.

Don't be happy too early.

He still maintained his original smile and said: "Where... this is just a convenient thing, and it doesn't deserve such praise."

When Fan Congwu heard this, he looked at Fan Ming vaguely.

I thought to myself, this kid seems to be a completely different person after not seeing him for a few days. He miraculously brought back so many prey yesterday, and even his words and deeds have become much more stable.

However, Fan Congwu didn't think about "seizing the body" or anything like that. That would be unbelievable.

After thinking for a few seconds, Fan Congwu happily handed over all the things he wanted to sell to Fan Ming.

As for whether Fan Ming would take the money and run away, he was not worried at all.

After all, he has watched this child grow up and knows his personality very well.

Besides, if a monk can run away, can he run away from the temple...

After Fan Ming took the bag, he left the village and rushed towards the market.

Fanjiacun is only a thirty-minute walk from the nearest market.

In addition, most of them are official roads, so safety is guaranteed to a certain extent. You don’t have to worry about bandits coming to rob you under the guise of “I drove this mountain and planted these trees.”

It's just that because of the poor harvest this year as mentioned before, there seem to be many beggars in the towns and villages.

He still has to watch out for beggars on the road.

It's not that he's afraid of being hurt by beggars, but that Fan Ming is afraid of hurting them.

He is a third-rate "master" who has practiced Neijiaquan. It is really not difficult for him to beat twenty or thirty thin and weak beggars.

If he had a strong bow in his hand, he wouldn't be afraid of twenty or thirty beggars!

On the way, Fan Ming saw some beggars running around.

Looking at the big and small bags in Fan Ming's hand, some people's eyes were obviously green.

It's just that maybe because the stuff in the bag isn't food, it's not that attractive. In addition, Fan Ming deliberately exposed his arms in the winter. Those thick and powerful arms looked a bit scary, and no one dared to act rashly.

So Fan Ming entered the market safely.

The terrain here is obviously much flatter, fertile farmland is everywhere, and the population has become denser.

The name of the market is Beishitou. The reason why Fan Ming chose today to come is not only to avoid a long night but also because today is the day to go to the market. The market is very lively and the noise of the market can be heard from far away.

Beishitou is not big, just the size of a street, with shops and stalls on both sides of the street.

Needless to say about the shop, it is worth mentioning that you need to pay a stall fee to set up a stall.

Therefore, many hunters or farmers like Fan Ming who sell local products cannot set up stalls to sell goods. In that case, they may not even be able to earn back the stall fees.

In this case, people without connections basically choose to trade outside the market, or carry goods to sell along the street.

However, Fan Ming is not a person without connections. Fan Ming walked into a shop on the street with two bags of "local goods" and threw the things directly on the counter.

The shopkeeper opened the two bags expressionlessly, and then his face showed a slight fluctuation.

And he obviously knew Fan Ming, "Brother Ming, are you selling all these things for people in your village?"

Before Fan Ming could answer, he suddenly said "Hey", "This actually has a piece of wild boar skin and a pair of tusks. It looks like an adult boar. Just by looking at the pair of tusks, you can tell that it is quite small."

It weighs more than five hundred kilograms!"

Fan Ming was shocked when he heard this. His eyes were so vicious that he could guess the weight of the original owner just by looking at his teeth.

Fan Ming said with sincere admiration: "As expected of the old shopkeeper, I have never weighed him, but he probably weighs between 500 and 600 jins."

Fan Ming was quite familiar with the shopkeeper because he had come here to sell goods with his father many times before, so his tone was not so distant.

The old shopkeeper blew his beard and said proudly: "That's natural. I have been working in this business for more than 20 years. If I don't even have this ability, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Then he changed the topic and muttered: "But looking at the marks on the fangs and the skin, it doesn't look like a new injury from a fierce fight recently. It seems to have been killed by one blow without much struggle..."<

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Can you tell this just by looking at the skin and fangs?

Fan Ming was inexplicably frightened.

In fact, this wild boar was almost killed with one blow.

It wasn't as he said to Fan Congwu yesterday that he happened to "miss out" when two boars were fighting for territory, but there was another reason.

Do you believe that this guy fell off the mountain when Fan Ming was walking on the mountainside and fell directly in front of Fan Ming?

It’s completely the sit-and-wait wild boar version!

Because it was so unbelievable, Fan Mingcai lied and claimed that he "picked it up" because he was seriously injured in a fight.

This fact was "pointed out" by the old shopkeeper, and Fan Ming could only laugh and say nothing.

Fortunately, the old shopkeeper just mentioned this casually, and then moved on to other topics.

"Having hunted such a big guy, the old guys in your village weren't injured, were they?"

The old things here refer to the experienced old hunters in the village, including Uncle Wu.

After all, those people are considered Fan Ming's elders, and the details of the pig hunting were difficult to compile, so Fan Ming could only make a casual comment.

"Everything is safe!"

After listening to Fan Ming's words, the old shopkeeper nodded slightly and said nothing more. He lowered his head and began to estimate the value of Fan Ming's local goods.

After some random thoughts and a few clicks on the abacus, the old shopkeeper quickly reported a number.

"The market has been good recently. I can give you a total of 1170 Wen here."

After hearing this, Fan Ming couldn't help but feel happy.

The buff of [Trading (Easy)] has indeed taken effect!

After all, he is a hunter, and Fan Ming still understands the value of various items on his prey.
Chapter completed!