The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Zhong Mugen, father and son, were heading towards Fangshi in Nancheng. They needed to sell the hare fur that Zhong Wen was carrying for some copper coins.

At this time, at a corner not far away, Chen Feng, who had been waiting for Zhong Mugen and his son to appear early this morning since he came to Lizhou City yesterday, had been waiting there for a long time until he saw After Zhong Wen, his heart settled down.

Chapter 1 Seventeen

Zhong Wen followed Zhong Mugen and walked all the way to Fangshi.In fact, when Zhong Wen heard his father said that he was going to the market, he was still thinking about what this market was, but after thinking about it later, it was probably similar to the market he saw in his previous life.

After a quarter of an hour, they finally arrived at the location of Fangshi. Zhong Wen saw that this so-called Fangshi was actually just an open space.

However, there are quite a few shops around Fang City, which basically sell some common things, and the people near Lizhou City will come to sell their own things.

There are firewood, fish, meat, vegetables, clay pots and so on.

Although Zhong Wen was curious about this market, he also knew that it was better to suppress his curiosity at this time, and let's talk about it after selling the hare fur.

"Xiaowen, give Dad the hare fur."

Zhong Mugen yelled to Zhong Wen, put down the burden, and helped Zhong Wen start to remove the hare fur from both ends of the gun barrel, and prepared to spread some for sale.

"It's a good and complete hare fur. If you need it, please come and have a look. The price is absolutely fair."

Zhong Mugen began to shout loudly to the surrounding crowd, waiting for those who need to buy to come and take a look.

Zhong Wen stood aside with the iron gun, looking like a fool, looking at his father and the crowd around him. Zhong Wen had never seen this kind of selling method before.

"I want your hare fur. Let's count it. The price is still the same as before."

Suddenly, a man dressed as a shopkeeper came over and yelled at Zhong Mugen. In Zhong Wen's ears, he seemed to be a regular customer.

"Guest officer, it's you. I have a little more fur this time. There are 130 pieces in total. All the furs are complete. Guest officer, how much do you think?"

Zhong Mugen looked at the person who came, it was the shopkeeper who used to buy his hare fur, he smiled and said to the shopkeeper.

"Three tickets for 130, then let's get two hundred coins for three." The shopkeeper looked at Zhong Mugen's flipped hare fur, thought for a while, and gave a price.

"Shopkeeper, this price is a bit low, can you increase it a bit more?" Zhong Mugen heard that the price quoted by the shopkeeper was much lower than before.

According to Zhong Mugen's past experience, fifty intact hare furs can be sold for a lot of money.Moreover, in the past two years, the price of this hare fur has been rising. As far as the 130 three furs brought this time, according to his thinking, they can be sold for at least four pennies.

"Four pennies, no more, I don't want any more." The shopkeeper saw that Zhong Mugen was an old acquaintance, and the fur was really good, so it only increased by a few hundred renminbi.

"Okay, thank you shopkeeper." Zhong Mugen didn't say any more, as far as the price was concerned, he was still satisfied. After putting it away, he handed the fur to one of the shopkeeper's assistants.

And Zhong Wen, who was standing aside, kept looking at them and listening to what they said, wondering in his heart, is this hare fur really so valuable?I am a little surprised at the current prices.

In fact, as far as the current Zhenguanchu is concerned, all kinds of materials are in short supply, which has caused prices to rise, let alone furs and furs.

After the goods and money were cleared, Zhong Mugen picked up the basket and took Zhong Wen to walk towards Yan.

They came here to buy salt, of course, to buy some large chunks of coarse salt, so that they can go back and refine it by themselves, or make the wild boar at home into bacon.

The father and son left Fangshi and came to the salt shop a little further away.Zhong Wen looked at this salt shop, there were many wooden barrels and baskets inside, which contained a lot of table salt, each of which was different, some were good, and of course some were bad.

"Guest officer, do you want to buy salt? Please come in." A waiter greeted Zhong Mugen and his son into the store, but seeing Zhong Wen's attire and holding an iron gun in his hand, he murmured, who is this? A little Taoist priest from a Taoist temple.

"Man, we want to buy some big kosher salt, what's the price? We've got a lot."

Zhong Mugen asked the buddy cautiously. For him, every time he came to the city, he was cautious, for fear that he would make a wrong sentence, make others unhappy, and cause trouble for himself.

"Guest officer, the price of this large piece of coarse salt has recently increased. It costs six pebbles for one stone. I wonder how much you want?"

The clerk of the salt shop talked to Zhong Mugen about the price of large chunks of coarse salt. Seeing that Zhong Mugen and the others were well dressed, unlike people from farmers who came to buy salt, they basically bought bowl by bowl. Talking about the price of a stone of coarse salt.

"Then I'll buy three stones of coarse salt, but I don't have that much money, so I have to go home. I don't know if your salt store will deliver it?"

Zhong Mugen asked the clerk to buy three stones of coarse salt, and he had already discussed with Zhong Wen at home to buy so much.

"Guest officer, we provide delivery, but it depends on the distance. If it is far away, an extra [-] Wen will be charged, and if it is close, it will be [-] Wen."

The clerk responded to Zhong Mugen, the family who can buy three stones of coarse salt presumably has some family background, I don't know if it was bought in the temple where the little Taoist in front of me is, or what.

"That's fine. I have six pennies here. I'll pay the six pennies first and ask you to weigh out three stones of coarse salt. We have to go back early, the journey is a bit far away."

Zhong Mugen hurriedly took out the six coins from the basket, put them on the ground, and waited for the clerk to start counting the coins.

As for Zhong Wen, who was standing by the side, he had never said a word since he entered the store, and he didn't know what to say, he just watched quietly.

The man called two other men to come over to help, but he himself started counting the copper coins, and the other two men began to weigh a large piece of coarse salt.

"Why do you buy so many large chunks of coarse salt? Do you have any advice?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man who had just listened to the conversation between Zhong Mugen and the guy at the door, brought a few of his servants into the store, felt that this was a bit strange, and then asked Zhong Mugen about it.

"My lord, we bought these chunks of coarse salt just to make bacon from the wild boar at home. There is nothing to say."

Zhong Mugen looked at the person who asked the question, he was dressed much better than himself, he must be some noble person, so he responded carefully.

"Oh? You shouldn't use so much coarse salt to make bacon. Is there some secret? It's the same as the dried tofu you sold before, with a different method?"

That middle-aged man was like a mirror in his heart. He was the one who wanted to steal Zhong Wen's family's method of making dried tofu. Now that Zhong Mugen bought so many coarse salt blocks, there must be some secret behind it.

"Our family bought some coarse salt, what does it have to do with you? Even if there is some secret, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhong Wen, who was standing on the side, was already upset when he heard the questioning of the middle-aged man who had just entered the shop. He just bought some rough salt for his own home, so why should he report to an unrelated person?

Chapter 1 Forced buying and strong selling [seeking tickets]

By the way, there is nothing wrong with what Zhong Wen said. It is not the turn of others to inquire about his own affairs. However, this is not the previous life, this is Lizhou City in the Tang Dynasty.

If Zhong Wen and his son met someone with a bad temper, they would probably start fighting as soon as Zhong Wen finished speaking.

"Haha, the little brother is right, it really has nothing to do with me, but if there is really a secret to this big block of coarse salt, then you can't eat it alone, who in Lizhou City can't sell me Zeng Deli for face? Just like the method of making dried tofu he sold last year, I was willing to spend money to buy it after profiting."

This middle-aged man in brocade clothes didn't take what Zhong Wen said to heart. Although he was a little Taoist priest, in his eyes, he was just a child. He didn't care what a child said. of.

"Oh? Excuse me, how much are you going to pay for this method of making dried tofu? If the money is low, my family won't sell it."

Zhong Wen has been staring at the middle-aged man, thinking in his heart, the middle-aged man in front of him doesn't find it unpleasant to hear what he said, but it is obviously aimed at his father and son.

What kind of ulterior purpose is there? Zhong Wen can try it out slowly. No matter how cunning a fox with its tail is, it will show its face.

"Wu Guanqian, tell me how to make dried tofu."

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes didn't pay attention to Zhong Wen and his son at all, and he asked for five pennies as soon as he opened his mouth.

When Zhong Wen heard the five guanqian out of his mouth, he looked at the idiot who couldn't speak with disdain, and the five guanqian wanted to buy a secret method to go there. His head was either caught by the door or by the donkey kicked.

"Why? Too little? Then I'll be more consistent. Count me as a good intention once, and hand over the making method."

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes, after waiting for a while, did not get a response from Zhong Wen and his son, turned his head to look at Zhong Mugen, and said, as if I gave you all the money, which is already giving you a high look.

"Gentleman, the method of making dried tofu in my family is not ours, but Guanli's. We dare not disclose this casually. Please forgive me."

Zhong Mugen responded very carefully, his honesty was fully reflected at this time, but there was still a little carelessness.

No one wants their skills to be bought by others, not to mention this kind of behavior similar to snatching, Zhong Mugen regards this dried tofu as his own secret, and it is estimated that he will pass it on to Xiaohua in the future Yes, after all, after Zhong Wen entered the Taoist temple, he didn't need it anymore.

But now, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes in front of him wants to buy his own dried tofu technique forcibly, which is absolutely impossible, so this secret technique can only be attributed to Longquan Temple up.

"Oh? From the temple? Which temple? I'm going to visit someday."

After listening to Zhong Mugen's words, Zeng Deli remembered what happened a year ago, and then turned his head to look at Zhong Wen. It seems that this little Taoist priest is probably the Taoist priest in this Taoist temple.

However, his mood was very complicated. Whether it was the nearest Taoist temple or temple, he had sent people to ask about it, but he never knew about the dried tofu.

Today, he saw Zhong Mugen again, and then he came to ask about the dried tofu. Of course, he was also curious about Zhong Mugen and his son buying so many large chunks of coarse salt back. According to his Guess, there must be some secret method in it.

As for this Taoist temple, he is really not worried now, at least, in his mind, it is probably just some fake Taoist priests, plus Zhong Wen's outfit, how can there be a little Taoist priest who can resist an iron gun?This is completely different from the image of the Taoist priest he has seen, and he has made up his mind in his heart that no matter what, he has to get back the method of making dried beans today.

"Longquan Temple, this nobleman should have heard of it."

Zhong Mugen quickly responded to the nobleman in front of him, and lifted Longquan Temple out, hoping that the name of Longquan Temple could scare him away.

After all, in Zhong Mugen's eyes, Longquan Temple is their sky, so he also thinks that as long as Longquan Temple is brought out, the nobleman in front of him will naturally retreat.

"Longquan Temple? Have you heard the name of this temple? There seems to be no nearby? Haha."

After hearing Zhong Mugen's words, Zeng Deli laughed and asked the servants behind him.

"Master, we have never heard of this Taoist temple called Longquan Temple, and there seems to be no Longquan Taoist temple in the nearest temple."

The servants behind Zeng Deli, after thinking about it, quickly responded to their master.

The name of Longquan Temple is indeed rarely heard in Lizhou City. There is no incense, and there are not many pilgrims, and some are only tenants of Longquan Temple.

Longquan Temple, which is not well-known, is only known to some Taoists in some Taoist temples near Lizhou City. Ordinary people really don't know the name of Longquan Temple.

Of course, the few officials in Lizhou City know of the existence of such a Taoist temple. After all, they have a record.

Zeng Deli and his servants had just finished speaking, now it was Zhong Mugen's turn to be dumbfounded.

Yes, Zhong Mugen and his son really didn't expect that the name of Longquan Temple had never been heard of by others, maybe no one knew it at all.

"Okay, let's just pay six guan, and tell me how to make dried tofu."

Zeng Deli didn't want to waste time here, and he didn't want to waste too much talk, so he directly signaled to the servant behind him to hand over the six guan coins to Zhong Mugen, not paying attention to Zhong Wen at all, let alone paying attention to him. Longquan Temple is in my eyes.

"Are you trying to buy and sell by force? Don't say I won't tell you, even if I want to sell it, I won't sell it to you."

Zhong Wen, who was standing aside, looked at the face of Zeng Deli in front of him, and he wanted to shoot him down for a long time.

Liuguan money, do you send the beggar?This method of making dried tofu is worth six pennies?Then I might as well just throw it on the street, maybe I can still hear a few words of thanks.

"Haha, no one dares not to sell the things I wanted to buy in Lizhou City. If you don't want to leave Lizhou City, then you don't have to sell them to me."

How can Zeng Deli put Zhong Mugen and his son in his eyes, even if there is a Taoist temple behind them as a backing, he will not be afraid, this Lizhou City, but his family's world, even if the four great families come to benefit Doing business in Zhoucheng depends on his face.

"Father, it looks like our father and son are going to spend the night in Lizhou City today."

Zhong Wen looked at Zeng Deli, and thought that if he didn't hand over the method of making dried tofu to him, he probably wouldn't be able to leave Lizhou City.

As for the background of this Zeng Deli in front of him, he really didn't know in his heart, even if he knew, so what?I am on the side of reason, so is it possible that there is no place to reason in this world?

But it is exactly as Zhong Wen thought, in Lizhou City, you can’t just be reasonable, this is Lizhou City in the Tang Dynasty, everything speaks from the background of strength, let alone Zhong Wen is a little Taoist priest, even With Li Daoling here, it is estimated that he can just let it go.

Chapter 1 Nineteen Endurance [Again Tickets]

"Fake little Taoist priest, his mouth is quite poisonous. As for whether your father and son will stay in Lizhou City tonight, it depends on my face."

Zeng Deli looked at Zhong Wen and his son, and obviously regarded them as piglets, and even more dishes in his bowl. How could he care about Zhong Wen and his two talents, even if they had, in this Lizhou city, he said , others dare not say two.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, the actual situation is not much different from this. There is really nothing that Zeng Deli can't get.

Just like in the past, he once had a crush on a little lady, and he sent her to his house in a daze.

Who let the family have a big business, a large number of people, shouting hundreds of people, went to the little lady's house, smashed it, and beat the little lady's parents until they lay on the bed for several months before they could get out bed.

In order not to cause more evil things to the family, the little lady had to make her own decision and send herself home.

Zeng Deli has done such evil things a lot. In Quanlizhou City, who doesn't know his name Zeng Deli, if he really wants to shout "Zeng Deli is here", it is estimated that many people will have to close their doors. Hiding in the corner of his house and shivering.

It's a pity that he met Zhong Wen today, so it might be difficult for him to get what he wished.

Not to mention that it was impossible for Zhong Wen to hand over his method of making dried tofu, even if he really wanted to hand it over, he would not hand it over to such a person.

"Gentleman, you see, we are all farmers, and you are a decent nobleman. Buying and selling by force, but you have lost your identity."

Although Zhong Mugen didn't like the words and appearances that had benefited, he still knew that the people don't fight with the rich, and the people don't fight with the officials, so he had to say something nice, so that the nobleman in front of him would dispel his thoughts .

"Haha, today I was someone who had to get the method of making dried tofu. Otherwise, your father and son would either go to jail or I would go directly to your house to get it. It was bought for six pennies, if you dare not give it, then don’t blame someone like me, Zeng.”

Zeng Deli's eyes were full of impatience, consciously wasting a lot of saliva here.

As for Zhong Wen, he was even more impatient than Zeng Deli.And the guys from the salt shop on the side stopped weighing those big chunks of coarse salt a long time ago, and stood quietly by the side to watch the excitement.

When such a thing happened in their store, they should have dissuaded or drove away irrelevant people, but they also knew that Zeng Deli was not something they could afford to offend, even their boss. started.

"Father, don't be afraid. He doesn't dare to do anything to us. We won't buy this block of coarse salt for the time being. Let's go home."

Zhong Wen was not afraid in his heart, but worried that his father would be unsafe here, and thought it would be better to leave Yan first.

However, when Zhong Wen asked the clerk of the salt shop to return his copper coins, the clerk refused to return it, which made Zhong Wen secretly hate him.

Guessing in his heart, this salt shop probably has a deep relationship with Zeng Deli in front of him, otherwise, the staff of the salt shop would not be like this long ago.

Just when Zhong Wen was thinking about how to send his father away, Chen Feng walked in from the outside.

"Jiu Shou, don't be afraid, no one dares to do anything to you, let alone this Lizhou City, even Chang'an City, you can go as much as you want."

In fact, Chen Feng had been at the entrance of the salt shop for a long time, listening to the conversation in the salt shop, and wanted to come in, but Chen Feng also wanted to see how Zhong Wen would deal with it.

It was only at this moment that Chen Feng walked in, and Chen Feng also knew that although Zhong Wen was not afraid, his own father was present, so he really couldn't let go.