Man in the Heavens: Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil

"Yinger, how far are we from home?"

A woman with a cold appearance and a noble temperament took the water bag and asked a casual question.

The girl named Ying'er replied respectfully: "Return to the saint, we still have three days to go."

The saint nodded, opened the kettle and took a sip, then handed it to the other person beside her.

The man quickly took it, raised his head and gulped it down.

At this time, the dark clouds covering the moon drifted away, and the cold moonlight shone on the face of the person beside the saint.

But what is surprising is that this person looks exactly like the saint beside her...

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The Dong village in late autumn is very leisurely. After tidying up the few terraced fields, one year's farming work is over.

But it's not time to rest yet, and the villagers have to be busy for a while before it snows.

Planing kudzu root, digging herbs, chopping firewood, hunting, cracking walnuts, and setting pheasants, as long as you are willing to do it, there are always things you can’t finish.

Of course, compared to tending the fields, these are lighter jobs.

As the saying goes, relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to drink water, if mountain people want to make money to buy salt, they can only rely on the mountains to find income.

According to the time in previous years, the villagers in the village would enter the mountain after the frost, and only after the frost would many things in the mountain be ready for fire.

But now, they couldn't care less.

Because in the stockade, there is a new merchant who is not very good at doing business.

This person seems to have just entered the industry not long ago, he doesn't speak the language very well, and he is not very good at bargaining. As long as the villagers persist for a while, they can always take advantage of it.

This is not a merchant, it is simply a fat sheep delivered to the door!

In just two days, the news of the arrival of Little Sheep spread throughout the village, and those who had mountain goods were sold for a good price by that person.

After tasting the sweetness, everyone decisively decided to go into the mountains earlier this year and not let the fat sheep run away.

As for killing people and stealing goods, everyone has never thought about it.

Although it was profitable for a while to do business without capital, it really made the peddlers not come, and the day was never sent.

After all, no one wants to buy a needle or sell a skin by himself, and he has to walk a hundred miles of mountain roads.

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A Ke was dressed in homemade green clothes, with a floral blue apron around her waist, and brown-soled cloth shoes on her feet. She was dressed like a girl from the Dong family.

Her jet-black and shiny hair was tightly wrapped by an indigo veil. Although her appearance was less charming than usual, it was more exotic.

Holding a rough clay soup bowl, she softly hummed a Dong tune, and walked out of the stove briskly.

Seeing that the man was still busy, he rushed to the door and shouted: "Brother Chen, it's time to eat."

"I'm coming."

Hearing that lark-like voice, Chen Chong's mood suddenly improved a bit, and he "generously" took out a piece of broken silver from his purse.

The old woman happily took the silver, looked it over and over four or five times, and then handed over a lump of yellow essence the size of a fist.

Chen Chong accepted Huang Jing, showing a silly and straightforward smile, but he was cursing in his heart.

Of those shopkeepers before, one counts as one, and none of them are good things!

A profiteer is not a man!

Such a good wild sealwort, those guys only paid [-] yuan!

What can twenty words do?

Say more and buy a catty of salt.

You must know that raw medicine is the most authentic. After this kind of wild mountain product is dried, it is worth the same weight of gold in the capital.

The profit in it is hundreds of times less!

Is there any king law?

Are there any laws?

A bunch of beasts!

Although he despised those colleagues in his heart, after taking advantage of it, Chen Chong felt a little secretly happy.

Fist-sized wild Huang Jing is extremely rare, holding this treasure is more enjoyable than holding a fist-sized ingot.

When he was in a good mood, he didn't care about embarrassment, and coaxed grandma away with a few words in unfamiliar Dong dialect.

When the old woman's back was no longer in sight, she closed the door happily, carried the bamboo basket and went back to the main room for dinner.

As soon as he entered the main room, he saw A Ke had set up the dishes and was squatting in front of the fire nest in the corner of the main room, flicking the burning charcoal with a fire hook.

A wooden frame was supported on the charcoal, and a large bamboo pan was placed on the frame, which contained a lot of medicinal materials.

In addition to Polygonum multiflorum, Gastrodia elata, Polygonatum, and even a few wild ginseng.

These good things are all sold by the villagers. For these medicinal materials, Chen Chong also sprinkled a lot of coins in the Dong village.

The girl turned over the charcoal, and after ensuring that the medicinal materials would not be burnt, she returned to the table and picked up a bowl to serve the man with rice.

Glancing at the charcoal fire, Chen Chong pointed out casually: "Sister, charcoal fire is the best for baking medicinal materials, and among many charcoals, camphor wood is the best, hazel wood is second, and pine and cypress is the lowest.

If you can't grasp the heat, you can try it with the back of your hand, as long as you can feel the burning heat just enough and the skin is not painful, the firepower is enough. "

"I remember it!"

A Ke responded, and brought the meal to the man with a smile, the joy on his face was almost overflowing.

Seeing her acting so strangely, Chen Chong couldn't help being puzzled—this school's style of being a good wife and loving mother doesn't seem to be quite right with A Ke's style of painting!

Sniffing the rice suspiciously, Chen Chong always felt a chill down his back.

A Ke didn't want to murder her husband, did she?

According to say, can not ah!

Ever since she moved into the small house, this girl has been in a better mood day by day, and I don't seem to have anything to feel sorry for her, right?