PS: Everyone knows what it takes to be domineering...
"Just leave, what's the big deal."
Wan Ling'er pouted and followed behind Mrs. Chen, looking around curiously as she walked. Although she grew up in the Wan Family Courtyard, she rarely came to the East Courtyard. For her, the Wan Family Courtyard
The compound is full of mystery.
"It's you!"
Wan Ling'er suddenly shouted, as if he had caught a thief.
Zhao Yuan, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly smiled bitterly, but was still discovered.
"Do you know him?" Chen was stunned.
"Ah... I don't know him, how could I know him..."
Wan Ling'er's face froze and she shook her head repeatedly, but her expression betrayed her. Everyone could see that she knew Zhao Yuan.
Seeing the curious expressions around her, Mrs. Chen suddenly turned pale, said nothing, and dragged Wan Ling'er out of the east courtyard in a hurry.
A group of workers gathered around Zhao Yuan and gossiped about what happened after Mrs. Chen grabbed Wan Ling'er and returned to the West Courtyard.
"Tell me, how do you know him?" Mrs. Chen looked at Wan Ling'er with a stern look.
"Mom..." Wan Ling'er stamped her feet and looked at her mother, whose attitude puzzled her.
"Okay, now that your wings are hardened, do you want to say it or not?!" Mrs. Chen looked furious and actually took a simple black carved wooden stick from the wall.
"I said, that's what I said." Wan Ling'er's face suddenly changed. This wooden stick is the wooden stick used by the Wan family to enforce family law, and it is no joke.
"Speak quickly." Mrs. Chen urged.
"Isn't he just that fool?" Wan Ling'er looked aggrieved.
"That fool?"
"That's the hunter."
"The hunter who hunted the Yangshan leopard?" Mrs. Chen's face was shocked.
"It's not him." Wan Ling'er pouted.
"It's strange. He looked dull the first time I saw him, but today he speaks clearly and eloquently, and his thinking is extremely quick. Logically speaking, such a smart person wouldn't know... Yes, your father said he is not a cultivator.
Or, maybe, he didn't even know that there were crystal stones in the Yangshan Leopard..." Mrs. Chen looked relieved.
"Mom, I heard from dad that there is no Warcraft Crystal in our area. The Yangshan Leopard is a cultivator who lives in seclusion in Xiaoyang Mountain and raises several spiritual beasts. Over the years, it has developed variants.
, even the current Yangshan Leopard, not to mention that fool, even some cultivators don’t know that the seemingly ordinary Yangshan Leopard actually has crystal stones in its body."
"Yes, but that young man is not simple. He was able to hunt the Yangshan Leopard by himself. Moreover, when he entered our Wan family, he pretended to be dull and pitiful, and he actually managed to hide it from your father and me. From now on, you
Be careful and don't approach him."
"I think he's pretty good. He looks silly and cute, hehe..."
"You look stupid?" Mrs. Chen snorted coldly, "He is much smarter than you, and you still say he looks stupid. Remember, don't get close to him in the future."
"oh."
"Remember this, you stupid head!" Seeing Wan Ling'er's distracted look, Chen slapped Wan Ling'er on the head and raised the black wooden stick with the other hand, ready to hit her.
"You always like to hit me on the head. If you are not stupid, you will beat me stupidly." Wan Ling'er protested, stroking his head.
"If I don't beat you, you won't have a long memory. From now on, don't wander around Xiaoyang Mountain all day long. Those cultivators have been dead for hundreds of years. If there were any treasures left behind, they would have been found long ago. Besides, it's just you.
In terms of skill, it is difficult to defeat an ordinary person, but if you meet a cultivator, you will be in trouble."
"I have a flying sword." Wan Ling'er took out the black dagger and waved it twice in the air, with a proud look on his face.
"Flying sword! Although your flying sword is powerful, it can only scare ordinary people. With your little aura, you won't be able to fly with a sword. If you meet a powerful person, you will be beaten to pieces.
"Ms. Chen sneered.
"You're just looking for teeth everywhere." Wan Linger said coquettishly, holding Chen's neck.
"Okay, okay, I still have something to do. Your dad has been practicing in a secret room all day long. Now there is a mess outside, and he doesn't care. I am a woman, and I am in public all day long. Hey...
." Mrs. Chen looked worried.
"Dad will definitely go into seclusion after getting the best crystal stone. It is estimated that when he comes out of seclusion, his cultivation will be greatly improved. By then, our whole family, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven and become gods."
"The cultivators in Xiaoyang Mountain who can keep spiritual beasts as pets are all dead. You think it's so easy to go to heaven and become a god. Besides, what's the benefit of being a god? Being old and not dying is a thief. Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you.
, let’s go, you have nothing to do but do embroidery and calligraphy at home, don’t go out in the wild.”
"Hmm, I'll do the embroidery later, you go ahead." Wan Ling'er looked cute and innocent.
Mrs. Chen scratched Wan Ling'er's nose and hurriedly walked towards the shop in the west courtyard.
Zhu Dapao worked very efficiently. Chen was only delayed at home for a while. He had already finished the matter and posted an announcement on the wall outside the shop.
When Chen rushed to the shop facing the street in the west courtyard, the crowd outside had dispersed, and there were only dozens of people queuing up to buy salt. Most of them were nearby residents who went home to get their household registration books and then returned to the queue. There were several families among them.
, I actually picked some raw meat and slaughtered poultry and marinated them on site...
…
A vigorous salt-grabbing controversy in Xujiaqiao soon became calm after Wanjia's strong intervention.
This storm came and went quickly, like a tornado sweeping through and disappearing into thin air.
On the first day, there were still some people queuing up to buy, and even picking up meat to be marinated at Wanjia's store. On the second day, the number of people queuing up to buy salt gradually decreased. Many people believed that Wanjia could protect Xujiaqiao.
supply of salt.
On the third day, Wanjia began to organize some tenants and residents to visit Wanjia's warehouse. When people saw the mountains of salt piled up in Wanjia's warehouse, the rumors were self-defeating. Rushing to buy salt has become a kind of
It’s a joke, some people who didn’t rush to buy salt would laugh at those who queued up to buy salt.
On the fourth day, no one was queuing up at Wanjia's store, and only some people from remote areas made sporadic purchases.
On the fifth day, Majia and some retail stores also opened sales.
Things developed exactly as Zhao Yuan said. On the sixth day, the salt rush farce was completely over, and even people in some remote mountainous areas knew the news.
During this five-day salt crisis, Wanjia not only sold a large amount of salt inventory and increased the funds withdrawn, but also gained a good reputation in Xujiaqiao.
The result of this good reputation is that Wanjia's sales of other commodities have greatly increased, and some tenants are willing to sell excess grain to Wanjia.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and people are relaxing, while Wanjiadongyuan is getting busier and busier.
Although Deaf Jia is deaf, he knows the ins and outs of the matter. Now his attitude towards Zhao Yuan is much better. When nothing happens, he will dance in front of Zhao Yuan and give a thumbs up, looking very excited.
In fact, not only did Jia Deafzi's attitude towards Zhao Yuan change for the better, but the entire people in the east courtyard respected Zhao Yuan very much, and Zhu Dapao took great care of Zhao Yuan and often came to greet him.
Zhao Yuan is becoming more and more idle now, because Deaf Jia basically rushes to do everything. Zhao Yuan spends most of his time helping in the kitchen, and practices chopping flies when he is free.
Because of his stable life, keeping up with nutrition, and a lot of physical work every day, Zhao Yuan's body became stronger and stronger, and he became more and more skilled at chopping flies. His technique gradually became smoother, and the iron ax weighing more than ten kilograms was already in his hand.
It has become much easier.
Guo chops flies with an axe, usually while sitting or standing still, while Zhao Yuan, during practice, would place several wooden blocks on the ground, and then smear animal blood and viscera on the wooden blocks.
The flies came, and then Zhao Yuan kept moving between several wooden blocks to chop the flies.
Zhao Yuan's practice method progressed very slowly because it became countless times more difficult to chop down tiny flies when the human body was moving.
At the beginning, Zhao Yuan was worried that his practice would arouse the curiosity of others and become the focus of attention. However, what surprised Zhao Yuan was that no one seemed to show the slightest curiosity about his practice of chopping flies. Until Luo Sao and Zhao Yuan
After chatting, he understood the reason.
"Xiao Zhao, if you chop it like this, there won't be any flies for you to chop in our east courtyard." Sister-in-law Luo, who was washing rice by the well, joked.
"Haha, you have nothing to do." Zhao Yuan smiled.
"Yes, when people are free and have nowhere to use their energy, they just want to find something to do. You don't know, my Lao Luo and Chef Na Lei, when they are free, they just study killing pigs and sheep. What can I say?
It would be even more insane to kill a 'cook to solve the problem of cattle'. Once, a pig was cut into tens of thousands of pieces. The bones were bones, the meat was meat, and the meat was also piece by piece, not connected to each other...
…”
"Tens of thousands of yuan!" Zhao Yuan looked shocked.
"Yes, there are hundreds of bones, and they are divided bit by bit, each one is big and thick. I have never seen them so careful." A trace of anger appeared on Mrs. Luo's face, obviously she was dissatisfied with the usually careless Mrs. Luo.
The cook is dissatisfied.
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