His women's clothing dumps all beings

Horses are too expensive. Although Zhen Weiliang is not short of money, he also knows that his wealth will not be exposed.No matter how ordinary he is dressed, the horse on his crotch will still yell: "I'm very rich, super rich, very rich, come and trouble me!!!"

Although this body is too thin and tender, and almost never walked more than two or three kilometers at a time, Zhen Weiliang is not afraid of hardship.

After a day of hasty walking, Zhen Weiliang saw that the sky was almost dark, so he stayed in a nearby hotel.He hastily ordered a few dishes, entered the room, dropped the package, took off his shoes and socks, exposing his bloody feet with blisters worn out.

I'm used to the pain, and I don't feel anything when I walk.When tearing off the sock from the wound, Zhen Weiliang almost curled up into a flower roll.Gritting his teeth, he pressed one hand on the intact skin next to the wound, and slowly pulled off the sock with the other.Finally taking it off, Zhen Weiliang threw the socks aside, not wanting to look at them any more.

It is impossible to wash it, just rubbing off the tissue fluid and scabs will be extremely troublesome, and there is no washing machine, so you have to just throw it away.

Then, Zhen Weiliang took out simple medicine tools from the package and sighed.

He still overestimated his physical strength.

Think about how Hyundai travels far, and you have to drag a suitcase.The currency in circulation in this world is gold and silver. When Zhen Weiliang turned over his entourage, he searched for hundreds of taels of silver at least.

A few hundred taels is not too much, but it is definitely not much.During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the annual income of small households was only ten taels of silver.Purchasing power is low in this era, and there is no spending power, and Zhen Weiliang has no luxury pursuits, just enough food and clothing.More importantly, in this era of low productivity, you may not be able to buy what is missing, so it is better to bring it directly.

People in ancient times did not bring much money with them when they went out.The agricultural society is not like the commodity society where you can buy everything. It is more common to walk for a few days without seeing any people.Instead of bringing money, it is more cost-effective to bring some pots and pans.

So Zhen Weiliang brought 50 taels of silver and buried everything else.

The units here are very similar to modern ones, 50 taels weighs almost five catties.Other clothes, tools and other luggage add up to about fifteen or six catties.

Rounding it up, Zhen Weiliang had to carry twenty catties of luggage and walk for more than ten hours a day.And his current body is only 12 years old.

It's easy to grow tall and fall!

He collapsed on the bed in the inn sadly, thinking about the next direction.

Set up a shop for business?Looking for a sect to practice martial arts?Buying land as a landlord?

Zhen Weiliang, who had been driving for a month like this, didn't go far in the end, and chose to give up in self-defeating.He bought a slightly remote inn at a low price, and contracted the nearby cultivated land by the way.

People who come and go to and from the inn are all passers-by, and staying in the inn is not greedy for appetite.However, when they saw Zhen Weiliang's face and tasted the food that Zhen Weiliang personally made, they almost refused to leave.Zhen Weiliang didn't care much about this, but charged a little more money.

Even if the martial arts people who come and go really want to make trouble, Zhen Weiliang is not afraid.Before he left the palace, he found several martial arts heart sutras and medical masterpieces in the royal library. After reading them down several times, he practiced martial arts and identified unique herbs along the way, and now he has made some progress.Still the same sentence, although his practice time is a bit late, but he has a high level of comprehension.

What's more, he already has the basis for fighting.

Fast forward to five years, Zhen Weiliang planted vegetables and crops near the inn, along with raising a few cats and dogs, chickens, ducks and geese also formed a flock.The inn has been renovated several times, from the original dilapidated appearance to elegant and tidy.Occasionally listening to the guests in the inn talking about the anecdotes of the world, the battle between the Demon Cult and the Martial Arts League has not settled down again and again, Zhen Weiliang will find it funny: They probably never imagined that this inn has multiple roles. The shop owner is actually a rare martial arts master.

Originally, he himself didn't know how far his martial arts had reached, until one day, a well-known member of the Demon Cult passed by, heard the people at the next table scolding the Demon Cult, and almost smashed Zhen Weiliang's shop on the spot .Zhen Weiliang went straight down and kicked people over, and after receiving the shocked eyes from the guests, he had a ignorant understanding of his own realm.

But Zhen Weiliang doesn't plan to open a black shop, just wake up the man and throw him out of the shop.As for martial arts, it is enough to stop the people who make trouble in the store, and he doesn't want to do anything else.

"Do you know that the Demon Cult's Zuo Dharma Banquet is a must? I heard that he suffered a lot in this area." Suddenly hearing a familiar name, Zhen Weiliang looked sideways.The voices of those two people in Jianghu were extremely low, but Zhen Weiliang could still hear them clearly.

"Have you heard that too? It seems that the expert saw the injustice and stood far away. Before others saw him move, Yan Xingjue fell to the ground. Then the expert still didn't move, Yan Xing Jue flew out of the room at that time. As soon as the expert raised his hand again, the door of the inn was closed, and the whole process was calm and breezy, so amazing!"

Zhen Weiliang almost spewed out the good tea he had grown and roasted himself.

What the hell?

With this kind of skill, he still has to clean so hard all day long?It will be clean if you just swish and swish, and you don't even have to close the door yourself when you close the store at night.

"Yes, yes, I heard that the owner of the shop is very good-looking and has no relatives. I wonder if this shop is just..."

"I thought they were exaggerating before, but I didn't expect the shopkeeper to be so easy to see. Is he really a man? Could it be a woman pretending to be?"

"...It's okay to read those scripts."

Zhen Weiliang twitched the corners of his mouth and took a basket to feed the horses.

He had a horse after all.Although horses are precious, people in the Jianghu basically have a way to get them.His horse is a rare horse, very valuable.Although his martial arts reached a certain level, he set off to dig back the money he had buried at the beginning, but with such a horse, he couldn't even find a way for this little money.

So this horse was picked up by him.

Really picked it up.On the way to dig silver, he encountered a fight between people from the rivers and lakes. Both of them died, and one horse died, and the remaining one was half dead, so he went to dig some herbs and rescued it.As for the two bodies, he found a place nearby and buried them.

It is indeed a good horse, with a black body and no variegated hair.After being rescued, he was also grateful and was very close to Zhen Weiliang.Zhen Weiliang picked up the freshly washed carrot and handed it to its mouth, stroking its ink-like mane while feeding it.He was worried that some of the guests who came and went would know the horse or its owner, but luckily no such person has appeared so far.

He named it ink.

Ink is well behaved.After Zhen Weiliang took him slowly all the way back to the inn and took good care of him, he knew that this person was his savior.Zhen Weiliang didn't have time to open the store, so he rarely tied him up and let him run around during the day.But it has been trained so that it will not be too far away from its owner, and will come back to accept the intimate touch of the owner after a whistle.

The saddle and other outfits were made by Zhen Weiliang at a blacksmith in a nearby city at a high price, but because he hardly ever goes out, this outfit rarely sees the light of day.

In fact, Mo Mo had already eaten enough fodder when he was playing outside, but Zhen Weiliang still used to give him extra meals.It especially likes to eat carrots, Zhen Weiliang specially planted a large piece for it.It's a pity that the ripening season of carrots is short, and it is not like modern greenhouse vegetables.

"The shopkeeper is feeding the horse?"

Zhen Weiliang had noticed the person behind him earlier, so he didn't bother to turn around: "Yes."

"It looks like a fine horse."

"Yeah," Zhen Weiliang patted Mo Mo's neck, and it rubbed its big head on his shoulder, "It's a rare good horse."

The man took a few steps forward, tentatively reaching out his hand to touch the ink, but it moved away sideways.Zhen Weiliang smiled and said, "Sorry, my horse doesn't like being touched by strangers."

The man smiled and said nonchalantly, "I just remembered that I had seen this horse before, and I wanted to take a closer look."

"Oh? To tell you the truth about this guest, I picked up this horse on the side of the road." Zhen Weiliang rubbed the horse's head, rubbed ink against his neck and snorted, "Where did the guest meet?"

The man restrained his smile slightly: "The Devil's Cult."

Zhen Weiliang's hand paused in the air.

Well, if he's a decent family, he'd better come to explain the situation clearly, and then find a way to keep the horse, if it's the Demon Cult...

Zhen Weiliang fell into deep thought.

He was estimating whether he could defeat the leader of the Demon Cult.

If you can beat it, you will forcefully keep the ink, if you can't beat it, you will overturn it and keep the ink.

wrong.

"Then where and where did this guest see the Demon Cult's horse?"

The guest said with a smile: "Of course it is when we are fighting the Demon Cult."

Zhen Weiliang looked up at him seriously.Unlike the ancient times where the average height was low, the average height of this martial arts world is similar to that of modern times. Zhen Weiliang's 1.7 meters is not enough for the guests.But his aura was there, and the two stood opposite each other, and the guest who looked down at him was at a disadvantage.

The guest was very tall, and his not-so-thick arms contained extremely powerful strength.The appearance is just ordinary, but there are traces of disguise.

Zhen Weiliang's inn is located in a remote place, far away from the city, but there are still quite a few guests passing by every day.As for the proportion of martial arts people among them, it is actually not that high.Although in the world of martial arts, this is still ancient China, and agriculture is the foundation of society.However, the appearance of chivalrous knights who are not involved in farming and moving around shows that the commodity economy has developed.Farmers with a stable life basically seldom travel long distances, and those who come and go to and stay in stores are mainly businessmen, businessmen, visiting relatives and friends, and other floating population.

There are people from Wulin who come to stay in the store, but after all, the proportion of the total population is not high, and the proportion of guests in Zhen Weiliang's store is ranked outside the top three.When the protector named Yan Xingjue came, Ink wasn't in the store, otherwise I'm afraid there will be more trouble.

Zhen Weiliang stroked the horse's mane, and thoughtfully said: "Then can the guest tell who this horse originally belonged to?"

"This is also the reason why I came to find the shopkeeper," the guest said, "After the young master of the Demon Cult disappeared with Mo Yusheng from the Hengshan School, people only found Mo Yusheng's dead mount, and the young master of the Demon Cult and Mo Yusheng The sound is alive, but neither the person nor the dead body..."

"Uh," Zhen Weiliang was a little embarrassed, "It's actually because I found a place to bury them, after all we can't let them lie in the wilderness... I even erected a monument, didn't they see it? "

Guest: "Where did the shopkeeper erect the monument?"

Zhen Weiliang looked calm: "It's ten miles away from the dead horse. I calculated it. The feng shui there is good, and it can ensure that the two deceased will be born into a good family in the next life."

He didn't lie, he really calculated Feng Shui for them seriously.This can be regarded as his old line.

guest:"……"

It would be a ghost to find it!

"Anyway," the guest sighed helplessly, "I'm Qiu Wenqin in Huashan Mountain. Recently, the Demon Sect has become more and more rampant, and all the martial arts factions have decided to join forces to fight against him. no……"

"I refuse." Zhen Weiliang decisively raised a hand.

He managed the small inn well, so he didn't bother to care about Jianghu affairs.Moreover, "Since you don't even bother to show your true face, how can you say you are sincere?"

Qiu Wenqin was stunned for a moment, and said: "The shopkeeper misunderstood, I am quite famous in the world, if people find out that I am here, I am afraid it will bring unnecessary trouble to the shopkeeper."

Zhen Weiliang glanced at him.Well, he likes to hear these words. After a long time in peace, the most annoying thing for him is trouble.But just because he found it troublesome, he couldn't agree to the invitation of the great man Qiu.

"Qiu Daxia has a high opinion of me, but I'm just a grassroots man with a little knowledge of martial arts, and has no interest in any martial arts. The hero should find someone else."

Qiu Daxia said: "Although that's the case, but..." He looked at Mo Mo.

Zhen Weiliang stroked Mo Mo's temples, and said lightly: "Don't worry about it, I can protect my things."

Seeing this, Qiu Daxia didn't bother anymore, he saluted with fists in his hands, turned and left.

Zhen Weiliang still runs his shop alone.He doesn't need much sleep now, and he gets up early to practice martial arts every day before dawn.As for the ingredients of the inn, he rarely purchases them himself, and entrusts the shopkeepers who walk around to deliver them to him every few days.

The practice site is in the bamboo forest in the mountains against the back of the inn.Zhen Weiliang didn't intend to enter the rivers and lakes, so he didn't make weapons for himself. He usually either barehanded or picked up a bamboo at random.Mo Mo grazes not far away, and if he finds something in the shop that needs something, he neighs, and Zhen Weiliang will understand, and return to work in the shop with lightness skills.

After making breakfast for the guests and sending them off, and feeding the cats, dogs, chickens and ducks, Zhen Weiliang began to clean the inn and wash the beds.After cleaning, I went to the field to have a look, and by the way, I picked some food and came back to make lunch.Practice martial arts in the afternoon, go to the mountain to gather some medicine and come back to deal with it. When it gets late, there should be guests coming to stay, and I will read a book after I settle them down.Every day is regular and calm.

The guests who came and went talked not only about news from Jianghu, but also occasionally gossip about things in the palace.Who is favored, what happened to the prince and princess.Occasionally, someone will mention the princess who died unexpectedly, and sigh with emotion.

Until one day, Zhen Weiliang heard a piece of news.

The Queen went to Xiaohe Garden to escape the summer heat, but was intercepted and killed by demon cultists on the way, and the entourage suffered heavy casualties. The Queen was seriously injured and fell into a coma.The emperor was extremely anxious and sought out famous doctors.

After Zhen Weiliang got the news, he was stunned for a moment, sent away the guests from last night, then closed the store, took out the disguised medicine from the pharmacy, and put it away carefully.

After a while, he walked out of the back door with the package, took out the ink, went to the nearby village first, and gave the key to the woman he knew well, asking her to take care of the store.Then he got on his horse and rode away.

Day and night.Three days later, he arrived in the capital.