Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The village chief didn't really care.

Nangongqin is equivalent to the king of this land, and Zhenyan is the prince. In fact, there is no need to ask about such things, and it is enough to issue orders directly.

Lu Dayong had no option to refuse from the very beginning: "Of course! Who does the young master want? If there is no one for the time being, I can introduce you."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Zhenyan originally thought that it was just right to entrust the village chief with the matter of teacher selection.

Although Zhenyan has a picture book for everyone in the village, the picture book that only has deliciousness does not have much reference value at all.

In contrast, the village head should know the specialties of everyone in the village

Zhenyan only needs to negotiate the price: "About the remuneration..."

"Young master's entrustment, what is the reward!?" The village chief laughed: "In the end, we entrusted you to heal the Bailu Mountain God first!"

"This is different." Zhenyan is very serious: "The course I asked for will be very troublesome, and it will inevitably occupy their time for practicing and working. It will be very troublesome if they don't explain the remuneration clearly. Moreover, the students' food and expenses must be settled with the village. After all, I am not going to recruit only one group of students, so many people, the village cannot afford it!"

"It's not in the village..." The village chief seemed to want to say something, but the warehouse manager on the other side tugged at his sleeve, and Lu Dayong laughed dryly: "It's true that I can't afford it."

Mortals have to eat.

Even without considering the funds required for Zhenyan's teaching, the daily consumption of the students is still a considerable expense, not to mention that the students selected by Zhenyan are still young men who can eat.

Although there is spiritual rice planted in the village, the number is very limited, and since it is decided to heal the Bailu Mountain God, after the students complete their studies, they must take the spiritual rice home and cook it as spiritual food to eliminate evil disasters. .

He could even see clearly that he might have to buy Lingmi in the future.

It is also unrealistic for the mountain people to provide for the students themselves.

Wild beasts are rampant in the White Deer Mountains, and it is impossible to grow food. Most people live a tight life. Sending out a child to study with Zhenyan is already equivalent to losing a strong labor force. It is absolutely impossible to provide more food rations.

In fact, the people who came to take the exam this time were from pretty good families.

Really poor families don't even have the rations to support them to go to Bailu Village.

Lu Dayong didn't report this kind of thing to Zhenyan, not deliberately concealing it, but taking it for granted that he didn't need to report it.

Moreover, the accommodation for the few days of the exam alone has actually caused a huge burden on Bailu Village.

It's not that the villagers didn't complain, but they silently accepted it because they asked Zhenyan to heal the Bailu Mountain God, and it was Nangong Zhenyan's order.

But today Lu Qian, the "warehouse manager" who is in charge of finances in the village, is sitting here to prevent Lu Dayong from getting overheated and uttering nonsense, causing trouble to Nangong Zhenyan and Bailu Village.

Lu Qian did not expect that Nangong Zhenyan would take the initiative to raise this issue.

It seemed that this little ancestor still knew about common affairs, which greatly relieved Lu Qian.

Zhenyan saw Cang Guan's nervousness, and couldn't help but smile.

"I'll give you a list of what you need to cooperate with; if the village has extra expenses because of the students, you're welcome to tell me first," Zhenyan said: "Expenses, at the beginning It’s better for each other to figure it out.”

"I'll figure it out!" Cangguan replied, regardless of the village chief's ugly face.

Maybe this person can be used as a math teacher!

Zhenyan thought with a smile, and then asked nonchalantly: "But how to pay? The world of cultivating immortals doesn't use gold and silver, right? So it's Lingshi?"

But Zhenyan has no Lingshi.

Not even gold or silver.

Nangong Qin probably felt that he could provide everything Zhenyan needed, so he didn't specially give him the currency of this world.

However, thinking about it, these people dare not deceive themselves!

After the other party has offered a price, go to the ancestors.

Nangong Nietaozu Zhenyan thought so irresponsibly.

It's not that Zhenyan didn't think about it, and went directly to find some things in the warehouse to exchange for money.

However, as soon as he crossed, he was brought back to this remote mountain by Nangongqin. He had no idea of ​​the prices in this world. It didn’t matter that he usually used some expensive materials to make some messy props. up.

Basically, Zhenyan wants to avoid bartering.

But after the village chief and the others heard what Zhenyan said, they exchanged a strange look.

"Can we not use spirit stones?" Lu Dayong wondered, "It would be great if the young master can reward some pills... Ah, we don't mean to take advantage of the opportunity, but spirit stones are really not worth it."

"Not worth it?"

"Look, we don't use spirit stones in the village. You should go to the nearest town! It's basically a city for mortals, and there's nothing good about it. Naturally, we don't need spirit stones. The only place where we can trade There are only caravans, but they are so dark that buying from them is like being ripped off!"

"That's right, that businessman!" Lu Zhang said in agreement.

In other words, the same problems that troubled Zhenyan also troubled the villagers.

That's true when you think about it carefully.

Bailu Village is also located in the deep mountains, with a radius of thousands of miles and has been eroded by demon disasters. There is no big sect, and naturally there is no trading market for immortal cultivators. The only commercial trade is all relying on wandering merchants.

In the case of a seller's market, being blackmailed is a matter of course.

Zhenyan frowned: "Speaking of which, I remember that Mr. Orion said that there was a caravan coming to the village recently?" The barbecue on the table is actually part of the "commodity".

"Yes."

"Can I see what you're all trading with them?"

"The main thing we trade is some low-grade medicinal materials, and there is nothing good about those kind of wandering merchants. In fact, there is nothing to see." Lu Dayong said: "But if you are interested, young master, of course you can come and see it."

"Well, let's calculate the expenses first," Zhenyan said: "As for the payment method... let's see what is suitable after the caravan is gone, shall we?"

"Of course!" Lu Dayong and others said excitedly.

In their view, Zhenyan almost agreed to their request.

Zhenyan was thinking, if the caravan is really too bad, why not monopolize the trade of Bailu Village by himself.

After all, the hard work of the villagers in growing food and hunting is also cheated by other people, it is better to be cheated by themselves!

Lu Dayong pulled Zhenyan and continued to blow rainbow farts: "The young master is really a kind person! Taking mortals as students, not only does not want their Shuxiu, but also takes care of their expenses. How can there be such a good teacher in the world!"

"That's not necessarily true!" Zhenyan took a sip of the cold rice wine: "Those children...are they students or child laborers, it's hard to say!"

After all, before I crossed over, I was also a black-hearted boss!

Zhenyan thought so.

The children who were happily eating meat shuddered inexplicably.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: Silence 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! (????)