After hearing this, Lu Wendao was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said, "Sir, are you talking about those two chicken bloods?"

Seeing Cao Chuan nodding, Accountant Lu smiled and said: "Sir, I don't know. There is a stone mountain sixty or seventy miles west of here. There are colorful stones in the mountains. Well, there are blue, ink, yellow and red. They are local products, not precious.

Something, last time someone brought two pieces of blank material along the way, I polished them in my spare time, it was also fun."

Zhou Tong heard this and asked tentatively: "Isn't Mr. Stone useful?"

Cao Chuan nodded: "Disciples in the sect travel on weekdays and when they see all kinds of jade and strange stones, they always want to collect some. As for their uses..." At this point, Cao Chuan looked at the sky and stopped talking.

No more talking.

Zhou Tong and Accountant Lu looked at each other, smiled, patted the table and said to each other: "I understand, I understand, sir, there is no need to elaborate. This matter is not difficult. Sir, do you want all kinds of stones?"

"Soapstone is good, something with a pure color, forget about other mixed colors."

Zhou Tong nodded, turned and whispered a few words to Chen Huoding, who responded and went down the mountain.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I'll send you some. It's just a few stones. They will be delivered to you in a few days."

Not long after, Chen Huoding brought a dark and thin man with a very honest face. He came over and crossed his arms. Zhou Tong said directly: "Wutian, I remember you were born in Linjiawa?"

The man replied calmly: "Yes."

"You know everything about the stone mine in Linjiawa, right? Tell me about it."

The black man was stunned for a moment, then said: "Back to you, uncle, there are seven or eight pits in that rocky mountain. They were all opened by rich people from nearby. In their spare time, they used rice and salt to hire some villagers to quarry stones, so no one would go to work during the busy farming season."

Zhou Tong nodded: "Who owns all the quarried stones?"

"They are all in the hands of Lao Cai. If there are passing merchants staying overnight, Lao Cai will sell some."

"Is it Lin Laocai?"

"Lin Laocai has it, and Xia Laocai from Fangcun also has it."

When Zhou Tong asked this, he coughed and said sternly: "Wutian, sir, we need some chicken blood stones here. You can go with the accountant to get the silver. Well, you can get thirty taels, and then take some people down the mountain. Don't ask for anything here."

If you are trying to bully others, use silver and old wealth in exchange. Remember, the purer the color of the stone, the better. Do not use mixed colors. If you buy it, send it back."

After hearing this, the man crossed his arms and replied: "Well, Wutian will go down the mountain right now. Do you have any other orders?"

Zhou Tong said again: "The third child was supposed to go back to the mountain last night, but he hasn't arrived yet. Please stop by and say hello. If anything happens, send someone back to report it."

The man responded and followed Lu's accountant to collect the money.

Zhou Tong turned to Cao Chuan and said, "Zhao Wutian is always prudent in his work. Don't worry, sir, the results will be there in a few days."

Cao Chuan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all."

After a while, Accountant Lu came back and said that Zhao Wutian had already brought people down the mountain. Cao Chuan thought for a while and got the impression that silver was not expensive, only a few dollars per gram. He thought that he would have to ask Li Douzhan later. If it was cheaper, it would be fine.

Bring a batch here. Compared to bloodstone, this silver seems to be really worthless.

It was noon when they were talking, and Zhao Si ran over with a big basket, and then quickly served everyone with wine and food. Cao Chuan was a little puzzled. He vaguely remembered that the ancients ate two meals a day, but there seemed to be no food in this screen village.

This rule is of a very high standard, so I asked about it out of confusion.

Zhou Tong explained while eating: All the young and strong men in this village are the fighting men selected from the mountain households. They are raised in the village and are ready to fight with others at any time. Three meals a day are indispensable.

After hearing this, Cao Chuan felt that he was still too dogmatic. Thinking about it, this group of people were collectively supported by the mountain people. They also collected tolls from everywhere, so it shouldn't be difficult to get along.

After lunch, before chatting for a few words, I heard someone shouting below. Looking down the mountain, Cao Chuan had good eyesight. He vaguely saw many people gathering in a small square. Everyone hurriedly walked down the mountain. Zhou Tong told Cao Chuan while walking.

Sichuan, maybe the third boss is back.

Before reaching the small square, Zhao Si ran over and shouted to several people: "The third master just returned to the mountain, and his brother died."

Zhou Tong's face darkened and he hurried down the mountain. Cao Chuan could only follow quickly at this time. The group went down to the small square on the mountainside and saw about forty or fifty people squatting or standing on the ground, one by one.

They were silent and had gloomy expressions. Each of them had an iron knife in his hand, oh, and some also had an axe.

"Looking at this posture, it looks like I am about to start a movie with someone." Someone couldn't help but feel a little excited. This was a real knife and a real gun, unlike him holding a plastic knife and posing on the set.

Before he could be excited for long, as soon as he walked to the door of Juyi Hall, which had no signboard, Cao Chuan suddenly felt bad: there were two corpses lying on the ground, their flesh and blood were mangled, their faces were hideous, and the smell of blood made him want to vomit.

Resisting the discomfort in his stomach, he turned around and followed a group of people into the hall. His eyes suddenly went dark. When he got used to it, he saw a short, fat middle-aged man approaching.

Zhou Tong briefly introduced Cao Chuan. As expected, this middle-aged man was Chu Jianli, the third master of Pingfeng Village.

In Cao Chuan's opinion, Chu Jianli did not look like a leader: he was not tall, wore a brown Gebu shirt, had a round face, squinted eyes, and seemed to smile every time he spoke, more like a shopkeeper.

You can't tell how old they are. To be honest, Cao Chuan has never been able to tell how old they are since he met these ancient people. Their faces generally look older.

Cao Chuan felt sick to his stomach at the moment. When he saw that someone was going to have a meeting, he didn't say anything. He simply held his hands in his hands and found a chair and sat down casually.

After sitting down and looking around, he finally understood why Zhou Tong and the others usually went to Qingshi Terrace. It was unknown which dynasty or generation the Juyi Hall was built in. It was in disrepair and the roof was covered with spider webs and pillars.

The paint on it is all peeling off, and the light is not good, so you can't see the faces clearly from a little distance.

But being dark also has its advantages, at least it can cover up his current complexion. Although he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his complexion would definitely look ugly at this moment.

Mr. Zhou turned around and sat on the high chair in the middle, looked at the seven or eight bosses sitting or standing in the lobby at the moment, and then said slowly: "Everyone is here, Third Brother, let's talk about it."

Chu Jianli slowly began to speak: "Yesterday afternoon, the Liu family's mule team arrived. The brothers were busy loading the goods, and they finished their work later in the afternoon. After talking, they were going back to the mountain. Unexpectedly, more than 20 people from Baizhuang crossed the border before they left.

, before anyone could ask, the other side rushed over with a sword drawn, and a scuffle ensued. We lost two brothers and injured a few more."

After Zhou Tong listened, he asked again: "Spent the night at Hengtang?"

"Yes, it was already dark at that time, and we needed to treat minor and serious injuries. We went up the mountain all night for fear of an ambush, so we all retreated to Hengtang. We just returned to the mountain early this morning."

"Didn't you send someone to report last night?"
Chapter completed!