Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 27
"Then...at least let us buy some dry food." The refugees begged.

"Yes," the officer nodded eagerly, and signaled to the guards around him to spread out a piece of rice paper preparedly, "Here, the price is above, you can just pay for whatever you want."

Jiang Qiongxing, who wanted to buy food, immediately regained his spirits, stood on tiptoe and looked forward, before she could see what was written on it, the people in front were already angry: "The price is more than a hundred times higher than usual, you are taking advantage of the fire!"

"Take advantage of the fire?" The officer sneered, "Drought this year, grain is already much more expensive than in previous years. We brought it back from outside at a high price. It is a great mercy to share some of it with you. You think it is expensive, so why don't you buy it!"

What he said was well-founded, Jiang Qiongxing secretly calculated his property, and felt that this would not work.

She originally thought that the inheritance in her hand could buy a lot of food, enough to support the refugees until there was no drought, but if the price of food rose to this level, the money in her hand would not be enough.

If you don't go into the town and ask, and sell it to the people in your own town, it won't be the same price.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiongxing quietly withdrew from the crowd of refugees, went to a secluded place, and found an old book whose cover was about to fall off.

I saw that it said on the cover - "99 common formulas", which was found from the storage ring left by the immortal cultivator who died in Shi Yueren's hands.

She familiarly turned to the life chapter, found the cleaning formula, read it over and over again, took off her tattered coat, and took a new one from the storage ring.

In this way, she changed from a pitiful little refugee back to a handsome and lovely young master in an instant.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Qiongxing walked to another entrance of the town, sniffing himself as he walked.

no taste...

It should be clean, right?

She used this formula for the first time, and she didn't know how effective it was, but she still felt that she was not clean enough without washing it with water.

Jiang Qiongxing, who couldn't hide his guilt, came to another entrance of the town.

Because the refugees basically don't come in from this direction, there are no people blocking here, and there is no need to pay a huge entrance fee.

The people guarding the entrance of the town just glanced at Jiang Qiongxing's clothes, and let her pass smoothly.

Successfully saving a tael of silver, Jiang Qiongxing was in a good mood, and as soon as he entered the town, he walked non-stop to the shop with the words "rice grain".

The town is very small, only this street is still lively. On the second floor of a teahouse on the street, a young man dressed as a woman is lying on the window edge, scanning the pedestrians below boredly.

"Why are you dawdling here, hurry up and wait at the entrance of the town, so as not to miss the news of those two people." Aunt Yue Ji urged while sitting on the side counting the money.

"Do you think a cultivator will not be able to afford the entry fee of one or two taels of silver?" The young man gave her a contemptuous look, "Don't worry, as long as they come to this town, they will definitely come in. I have already arranged someone to watch at the entrance, we just need to wait for the rabbit."

Aunt Yue Ji gave him a half-believing look, as if trying to tell if he really thought so, or if he was just trying to be lazy.

She put away the scattered silver taels on the table, sighed and said: "Those two immortals have only been here for two days, and I can hardly pay anymore. Please do me a favor, hurry up."

"Don't cry poor, who doesn't know that your Aunt Rose will burn ten taels of gold to light a lamp. It's only been a few days, and it can consume you?" The boy rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the pedestrians passing by on the road below.

Aunt Rose pulled up the rope of the purse and stuffed it into her bosom, but before she could stabilize it, her arm was pulled violently by the boy, and the money almost flew out.

"What are you doing!" She grabbed her purse tightly.

"Look at the one below, is it that girl?" The boy ignored her stare, pointed to a figure on the street below, and said excitedly.

Aunt Yue Ji was dubious: "If they come in, why didn't the people guarding the town send you any news?"

She didn't believe that this fake girl could catch someone she hadn't found after so many days of looking.

Having said that, Aunt Yue Ji still poked her head out and glanced down.

Standing at the door of a grain shop diagonally opposite the teahouse was a delicate and cute young boy, about ten years old, with a calm demeanor and clean and tidy clothes, like a young man from a wealthy family.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like the waif with a dirty head and a dirty face that night.

Aunt Rose suspiciously looked away: "Are you sure?"

"You can't go wrong with your face," the young man said firmly. "What's more, there is a lack of water for a hundred miles around. How can anyone take care of themselves so clean? Only immortal cultivators. I heard that they have a way to keep themselves free from dust without using water..."

Aunt Rose no longer refuted, as if she was a little persuaded by him.

"Oh," the young man thought she was indecisive, "If you don't believe me, I'll just go down and meet her, this girl must remember me..."

Then he got up and went downstairs.

"Wait, wait!" Aunt Yue Ji grabbed him, "Don't go down and scare the snakes. My lord said that there is a cultivator next to her, so I don't know where to hide and watch. If you go down, won't you die?"

That's right.

The boy's complexion changed, and he sat back: "Then what should we do?"

"You stare at her quietly, I'll go and invite those two immortals over here." Aunt Rose said.

"Okay, then go quickly." The young man sat back by the window, staring at the figure wandering back and forth at the door of the grain store, his eyes were as hot as looking at a big gold ingot with legs.

Dajin Yuanbao didn't know that he was being targeted, and was still busy bargaining with the owner of the grain shop.

The small officials outside the town charged a hundred times higher prices than usual. She thought it was just to drive away the refugees, but she didn't expect that the price of grain sold to the locals in the town was not much cheaper.

"...There is no grain store where a liter of rice costs a few taels of silver. At your price, wouldn't the poor have to starve to death?" Jiang Qiongxing looked at the rice in the grain store and said angrily.

The rice was yellow in color and mixed with a lot of impurities. It looked like inferior rice, but it was sold at such a sky-high price. These traders really didn't even want their consciences just to make money.

"Go, go, get out of the way if you can't afford it," the owner of the grain store pushed the person out impatiently, "What do you know, the price is the same in a disaster year, is life more important than money?"

Jiang Qiongxing was staggered by the push, and left without reconciliation: "I want to buy a lot, can I get a discount?"

"No," the boss refused without thinking, "you can buy as much as you want at this price."

After all, he didn't have the confidence to spend money like water, Jiang Qiongxing swept away the excited posture when he came, and walked out of the grain shop dejectedly.

Let's go look elsewhere.

(End of this chapter)