"Fellow Taoist, we have collected them all, come with me to take a look!" One afternoon, Xinguang first asked Zhan Changfeng to go and count the spiritual vegetables.
According to Zhan Changfeng's temperament, it is enough for her to receive the final results and there is no need to go to the scene to participate. However, Xinguang Xian is too enthusiastic and eager to show off the richness of spiritual vegetables in his own village. It would be a bit embarrassing to refuse his kindness.
Respect people.
Therefore, Zhan Changfeng is like a qualified buyer and is happy to go with him for on-site observation.
On the way, Xinguang first gave her the list of farmers who provided spiritual vegetables, "What spiritual vegetables each household brought out, how many kilograms and taels, and the price were all clearly recorded on it. Please check to see if there are any mistakes."
"A total of seven kinds of spiritual vegetables, a total of 574,200 medium-grade spiritual stones?" Zhan Changfeng glanced at the contents, "I will give the spiritual stones to the village chief later, and also ask the village chief to help divide the account.
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Xinguang agreed immediately and led her to the open space at the west end of the village with a smile. The open space was already neatly filled with baskets of spiritual vegetables.
When the farmers saw the village chief bringing a stranger, they assumed he was a buyer and stepped forward to say hello.
This year's spiritual vegetables not only went down in price, but also couldn't be sold. Most farmers responded to the village chief's call and sold them to Zhan Changfeng at a half discount from last year's high price. At least they wouldn't rot in the fields and they made a little profit.
However, some people believe that it is too early to sell now, and prices may rise later, so they do not sell their own spiritual vegetables.
However, when Zhen Zhen saw that all the vegetables from other villagers had been sold, he felt a little bit unsettled. Among them, the new and old Liu squeezed into the crowd of people greeting Zhan Changfeng and asked loudly, "This guest, will you come to buy again in the future?"
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"My residence is far away from here, and I may not come here often in the future." Zhan Changfeng politely expressed his refusal, not to mention that Lihai and the Binghan Wasteland are separated by two continents and hundreds of thousands of miles of sea to the south and north.
She is committed to making the monks of the Day tribe eat dew and no grain.
Now these spiritual vegetables are taken back to be eaten by young monks who are still unable to eat grains and monks who cannot change their diet for a while. The excess are sold at high prices to tribes in the wilderness where spiritual vegetables are scarce, so as to prevent waste.
"Fellow Taoist came here by chance. I couldn't bear to see the spiritual vegetables rotting in the ground before helping. Next time, we won't have such good luck." Xinguang spoke to Zhan Changfeng first. On the one hand, he didn't want Zhan Changfeng to let him go.
Feng was embarrassed. On the one hand, she didn't want her to think that the farmers in Xinjia Village were taking advantage of the situation.
"Yeah, thanks to the guests coming, I was worried about what to do with the vegetables this year."
“I hope that guests can come more often in the future, come and have a meal of fresh seasonal vegetables without buying anything.”
Zhan Changfeng nodded gently, and with one thought, he covered the more than 200,000 kilograms of spiritual vegetables in the open space, sealed their spiritual energy, and put them into the jade pendant. "There are no big flaws. Your spiritual vegetables are all good."
The villagers suddenly became silent and turned their eyes around the empty ground. "Hey, dear, that's more than 200,000 kilograms of stuff. It takes up at least 300 square meters of land. Ordinary storage bags will never fit in it."
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The storage bag has a built-in shrinking array. It is not a real space device and cannot hold too many heavy things. A real space device is called "Xumi". A Xumi bag worth ten square meters of space costs hundreds of thousands.
Middle grade spiritual stone!
The villagers became more respectful and did not dare to make mistakes in front of the rich man.
However, the jade pendant hanging from Zhan Changfeng's waist is a life-space instrument that was refined by Lianwei using a variety of treasures including breath soil and pseudo-boundary stones. It cannot be summed up by "Xumi", and is technically called a Qiankun instrument.
Zhan Changfeng finished collecting the spiritual vegetables and wanted to visit Xin'anju again to ask them if they would consider taking on the order of custom-made Taoist robes.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment!"
A young monk gently stopped her and said, "I am Runankun from your family on the island. Could you please borrow a moment from fellow Taoist monks to talk a little bit?"
Xinguang Xian saw him standing among the onlookers early in the morning. Thinking of your family's situation, he sent a message to Zhan Changfeng and gave up his position and stepped aside.
"What's the matter with you, fellow Taoist?"
"I heard that someone was buying spiritual vegetables in Xinjiacun. I came here to take a look and wanted to ask if Taoyou still has the intention to buy it."
Zhan Changfeng asked strangely, "Your family has a big business. To be able to achieve this level, you should be able to predict market trends. Are spiritual vegetables also unsaleable?"
Runan Kun didn't know her identity, but seeing that her cultivation was unpredictable, she was resourceful, and she spent huge sums of money, so she was definitely not an ordinary person, so she didn't feel offended at all, "To be honest, not only are the spiritual vegetables in my house unsaleable, but the spiritual food is also unsaleable.
It’s also unsaleable. My production this year was pre-ordered last year, but the company suddenly broke the contract, catching us off guard.”
"A verbal agreement?" Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "I sympathize very much, but I have already eaten the more than 200,000 spiritual vegetables in Xinjia Village, and I have no energy left to purchase others."
He turned around and walked a few steps. Thinking of the nearly one million kilograms of grain piled up in the warehouse, he gritted his teeth and turned back to call Zhan Changfeng again, "Fellow Taoist, are you interested in making a deal?"
"What?" See if he can say something interesting.
"As long as your Taoist friends buy more than 30,000 kilograms of grain from me, I will tell you the location of a secret mansion."
"What kind of secret palace is it worth, whether it has been excavated or not?" Zhan Changfeng said with an elegant smile, "If you count it as one pound of grain and five spiritual stones, how could fellow Taoist think that I would take hundreds of thousands of middle-grade spiritual stones?"
Stone went to buy a mythical news."
As soon as Runan Kun finished speaking, he calmed down in the face of Zhan Changfeng's doubts. His businessman's agility showed up, and he said smoothly and kindly, "Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. This is my high-quality black spirit."
Rice, there are ten spiritual stones per pound. Of course, my family not only has black spiritual rice, but also various spiritual vegetables, and the prices vary. If you want to trade, you only need to buy any thirty thousand kilograms."
"As for this secret palace, I can guarantee that no one has ever entered it. Why has no one entered it? Your family has found it for a hundred or two hundred years. Unfortunately, even the masters of the life and death realm in your family cannot open it, and many people have lost their lives because of it."
"What is its value? That's up to the beholder. Your family will not bear any consequences." Runankun thought of something, a smile spread out from the corner of his mouth, and asked Zhan Changfeng confidently, "Only chance is the most elusive in the world.
Don’t you want to catch me, fellow Taoist?”
Zhan Changfeng smiled while stroking his hands, "Fellow Taoist's intelligence is really amazing. He turned around and came up with such a brilliant idea to clear out the inventory. Each person bought thirty thousand kilograms at will, as long as thirty or forty people came to the so-called secret mansion.
Those monks who are interested can make money."
"But the monks who can produce 300,000 middle-grade spiritual stones must have strong family backgrounds and high-level cultivation. You said that the secret palace can't even enter the realm of life and death. Do you think they will get nothing from a bamboo basket?"
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"Then can you guarantee that they will not be resentful towards your family? With only one or two people in the realm of life and death, can your family withstand their revenge?"
"Businessmen, it's better not to go too far and take the wrong approach."
Runankun's smile faltered. He also had a flash of inspiration and didn't think it through thoroughly.
Your family does a lot of business in the southern sea area, but it is only a third-rate force and cannot afford to offend too many people.
"Fellow Taoist, don't take it to heart, I'm just joking." Runankun said in a casual manner, "That secret mansion is indeed a real thing. I think you, Taoist, are quite insightful. What do you think I should do better?"
"If Taoist fellows are very confident about that secret palace, why don't they cast a wider net?" Zhan Changfeng said, "You can exchange three hundred pounds for a piece of news. Even if everyone gets nothing, it won't be because of thousands of spiritual stones.
If there is hostility towards your family, and hundreds or thousands of people are unable to do anything about the secret palace, they will not blame themselves for their bad luck or your family for cheating, they will only sigh that this secret palace is really a mysterious treasure.
Maybe in the end even the True Lord will hear the news and come to give it a try."
Runankun thought about it, if his family had a relationship with Zhenjun, wouldn't the future be bright? Who dares to hold on to his own power and break the contract at any time?
"Thank you fellow Taoist for your advice. When I announce the location of the secret palace, please come and see me." Runan Kun returned the favor and gave Zhan Changfeng a guest order from your family. He said jokingly, "You don't need to exchange three hundred kilograms of grain.
Take fellow Taoists to visit the secret mansion for free.”
After Runankun returned home, he hurriedly discussed the matter with his family. To them, the secret palace was a piece of cake and it was not a big deal to hold on to it. They might take the opportunity to solve the problem of unsalable grain and start a new business for your family's grain business.
Get a good reputation and make friends with some strong people.
The members of your family made up a story about how they once tried to break into the secret palace but failed to do so, and used the gimmick of "three hundred kilograms of grain for one failure" to publicize this alternative grain selling activity to everyone in Li Hai.
Everywhere.
When others come to inquire, I don't tell them to seize the opportunity, but they are told that they will definitely not be able to enter the secret palace.
As a result, Li Hai became lively. Thousands of monks came to Ruwang Island to find out what happened. Many monks bought three hundred kilograms of spiritual food on the spot.
Your family said that in ten days, they will summon the monks who have purchased the food and inform them of the location of the secret palace.
Over there, Zhan Changfeng was watching nine sisters stripping silk, spinning cocoons and weaving clothes in Xin'anju.
"Come and try. Is this silk very tough?" Xin Er'an pulled an almost transparent silk thread in front of Zhan Changfeng. Zhan Changfeng pulled it around his fingers and nodded solemnly, "It can also be used as a weapon.
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Xin Er'an gave her an angry look, "Violence."
"Come and see how my weaving is going?" Xin San'an pulled Zhan Changfeng over and picked up a piece of embryonic fabric that had just been woven.
In the crystal clear cloudy sky, the silk fabric was very beautiful, but it was a little see-through. It had a half-covered hazy beauty. When Zhan Changfeng thought about the high-level people of the Day Clan wearing such clothes, his heart became solemn, "It's not appropriate."
"Boring." Xin San'an drove her to Xin Si'an and shouted, "Tell her to see what decency is."
Next to Xin Si'an were vats and vats of dye, surrounded by wooden shelves with pieces of colored fabric hung on them. When the breeze blew, they were like thousands of colorful flags fluttering together, majestic.
Xin Si'an learned from the experience of the previous two people and gently introduced each dye without asking her opinion.
Yunwutian silk is a rare material, and the dyes used to color it are also extremely valuable. Almost all of their raw materials are prepared from various thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and ten thousand-year minerals.
"There are several price points for Tiancanyi. The price mainly depends on the dye and refining. What we show you is the most expensive process." Xin Si'an scooped up a ladle of black dye water and asked, "Would you like to take a guess?
Guess what’s inside?”
Zhan Changfeng dabbed a little dye water, "Yuanming powder, stone alkali, and grass juice..."
She reported the names of more than 20 kinds of materials in a row, which made Xin Si'an stunned and said, "This is incredible, if I keep showing you the names, you will soon be stealing from me."
"Where there is, there is a mixture that I can't identify." She rubbed the black dye on her fingers and found it difficult to remove.
"Then how can I let you tell the difference? There is always a secret in the skill." Xin Si'an chuckled and brought a basin of oily water, "I have to use it to wash it. Let's see if you still dare to touch the dye casually.
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Zhan Changfeng was not annoyed, washed away the stains on his hands, and asked, "Is it enough to finish painting here?"
"No, it still needs some work."
Xin Si'an took her to a workshop at the back. As soon as she entered, a wave of heat hit her face. Looking up, she saw twelve square fire pits neatly arranged, with a piece of colored cloth in each fire pit.
Xinwu'an. Xinliu'an is watching over the fire and time.
"Still calcining?"
"How can it be accomplished by calcining? You have to temper it later." Xin Wu'an raised his head proudly and pointed to a curtain, "Seventh sister and eighth sister are over there, you can go and have a look."
Zhan Changfeng curiously lifted the curtain and saw Xin Qi'an repeatedly hitting a piece of cloth that had just been fished out of the fire pit with a sledgehammer. She hammered the originally soft cloth into thin sheets as hard as iron and as sharp as a blade.
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Shinba'an took the piece of cloth she had hammered and threw it into a vat of copper-yellow liquid with a splash. Bubbles popped out, like boiling water.
"Look at it." Xinba'an stood on a vat that was taller than her, holding a foot-long stick to stir in the vat, "Each kind of clothes requires a different level of softness. The key depends on this moment.
The more turns I stir, the softer it gets."
After ten and a half rounds, she picked up the cloth in the vat. The cloth, which was originally as hard as iron, was now as soft as running water.
Xin Ba'an said with satisfaction, "It is used for lining. Once it dries and is colored, it can be processed into garments."
"There is also knowledge involved in making a piece of clothing, which is eye-opening." Zhan Changfeng walked out and was called into a small building by Xin Jiu'an. The small building was filled with fabrics and drawings, as if they were ordinary people.
This is where clothes are styled.
Xin Yi'an said, "I took a look at the existing clothing styles of your clan that you gave me, and made some modifications based on them. Come and see if you like them."
"The costumes in a family sect and dynasty must both highlight status and show characteristics, which is the most difficult to make. We have designed Taoist robes for different statuses and divided them into regular clothes. There are two types of formal clothes. It is said that the climate over there is colder.
We also added a winter coat." Xin Shi'an smiled slyly, she was very careful in designing and keeping it to match her temperament and appearance.
Zhan Changfeng actually met Xin Anju for an excuse, but seeing how seriously they designed and planned for her, he treated her sincerely and discussed with them the styles and embroidery patterns in clothing.
Finally, the sample drawing was finalized.
"It will take about a month and a half to complete the finished product. Should you wait here, fellow Taoist, or should I send it to you later?" Xin Yian asked.
"It's too far away, so I don't dare bother fellow Taoists. I have nothing else to do, so I just want to stay here for a while and see the scenery of Lihai."
"That's a good relationship. In a few days we can go collecting stories together."
"Sisters, my little brother is back." A weak and clear voice echoed in Xin'anju.
The sisters listened carefully and turned around to do their own things.
Behind the Dongtian Gate, a slovenly young man in green and gray clothes scratched his bird's nest head, supported the mulberry tree and sighed. After a while, he weakly shouted, "I'm back."
Snap, a silkworm baby fell into his head. Before he could express his welcome, he jerked, straightened up, and passed out.