Chapter 127 Night Market
Chapter 127 Night Market
The night market is brightly lit.
Compared to someone's myriad thoughts, Zhuang Ya is more interested in food.
Passing by the falconry where falconry is sold, the rich aroma of meat hits your nose. The barbecue stalls and jerky meat stalls are competing with each other, and they have everything from chickens, ducks, fish, and geese.
"What's this."
"Hey, young lady, look, this is sugar, mung bean, licorice, ice and snow cold water, it clears away heat and relieves internal heat, nine cents a bowl, you finish drinking, just leave the bowl here."
The stall owner was a little enthusiastic. Next to the incredibly pretty girl, the young man's scarlet robe was particularly eye-catching. The specifications of official uniforms were strictly hierarchical, and the price of exceeding them was heavy enough.
"Two bowls, please."
Zhuang Ya cut off a dime, picked up the bowl and brought it to someone's mouth.
"Snake, drink it."
Jiang He took the bowl, his eyes still on the black-clad team in the distance, which were all disciples of the Demon Cult. Since the leader was a grandmaster, although the Demon Cult was disliked by everyone, it was not in a situation where they were being hunted down everywhere. The leader of this team was an elder named Du Nan wearing a red crown, and there was a young man with a naked upper body walking side by side with him.
"All the evil spirits have come."
The Demon Cult has two holy sons, Yin and Yang, with no gender requirement. They both practice the Spring and Autumn Yin and Yang Great Compassion Sutra at the same time, and then they will fight to the death after both become top-grade warriors. The winner will greatly improve his skills and have a significant impact on the Yin and Yang factions within the Demon Cult.
As if sensing the attention, Yin Shengzi raised his head and looked back.
On the rooftop of a restaurant, a young man in Taoist robes walked down with a gentle smile, his arms spread out like wings, and his martial arts skills were outstanding.
The second disciple of the Grand Master of Wudou Taoist Palace, known as Dao Chi in the martial arts world, jumped down from the rooftop with white light flashing from his hands. It was the Taoist Palace's orthodox thunder method.
In the Demon Cult team, Elder Du Nan asked, but Yin Shengzi shook his head. He stepped on the ground, flew up, and jumped onto the Guochengjian River next to him.
Dao Chi caught up with him with a few light leaps, and raised his hand to release a bolt of lightning like a crossbow arrow.
After only a few rounds of fighting, the two sides attracted countless people's attention and cheers.
On the street full of onlookers, Zhuang Ya kept stuffing meat into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster holding nuts.
Jiang He put the bowl back. The stall owner had disappeared, and all the people nearby gathered at the bank of Jianshui River.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
On the side of the road, an old beggar roared with red eyes, staring at the fight in the river like a hungry wolf, and occasionally hitting his head with his fists.
Jiang He pulled Zhuang Ya a little further away. This old madman was actually a top-notch martial artist.
"Orochi, he's a bit strong."
"Not only that, you are not on the same level of combat power as him."
Jiang He walked towards Jubao Tower in the center of the nightlife center. The names of these commercial underworld organizations are very down-to-earth, just like Yanzhi Tower has beautiful girls, Yanyu Tower has assassins, and Jubao Tower also has rare treasures, especially important branches like Daming Mansion.
The fight was still going on on Jianshui. The confrontation between two geniuses was quite rare. Even the head of the branch of Jubao Tower came out to watch.
"I've met my uncle."
When the host of the post saw the person coming, he immediately clasped his fists. As a recently rising upstart, he didn't know that this pacifier could basically say goodbye to the ranks of the first-rate forces.
"I'm here to buy some things, mainly high-quality ginseng."
The host turned his head away reluctantly. He didn't want to give up watching, but trading at the door was too tiring for this old man.
Just as the two men walked into the Jubao Tower, a bamboo pole flowed down from the river. A tall and strong man stomped on the bamboo pole, and the river water on both sides surged up several meters. He punched the two geniuses with both fists, and the hidden power and true essence formed a fist mark as big as a millstone. It turned out to be a master.
Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi were forced to join forces to fight the enemy. "General Hao's skills have improved greatly. I'm afraid he has already reached the ninth level. The Great Grinding Plate Fist in the army is easy to learn but difficult to master. Maybe the tenth in the world will have to be replaced this time." The owner of Jubao Tower praised repeatedly.
Jiang He took the list brought by the waiter. According to the "Martial Law" issued by the imperial court of the Great Qian Dynasty a hundred years ago, the three classes of upper, middle and lower were further divided into grades one to nine. At the beginning, people in the martial arts world thought it was a waste of time, but as time went by, the more detailed division did have some positive significance for the increase in the number of lower-grade warriors. However, in general, masters usually don't care about the "Martial Law".
Zhuang Ya waited quietly by the side, her stomach rumbling as she quickly digested the chicken, duck, fish and meat she had eaten.
Jiang He browsed through the list. The Jianchi Mountains in Yizhou were rich in ginseng, and the output was so huge that the price of ginseng plummeted. At the same time, ginseng was a controlled item under the Anbei Military Governor's Office. Once it flowed out of the country, it would be heavily taxed. The court did not care about this and even supported it secretly. After all, ginseng was a common tonic for warriors, and its price in other states remained high, which involved the interests of many people.
As the price for the private tax increase, the Anbei Governor's Office had to pay tribute to the imperial court with a large amount of high-quality ginseng every year.
"Twenty taels of silver for a ginseng with a hundred-year medicinal value?" Jiang He asked in surprise. Even though he had expected it, the price still surprised him a little.
The owner of Jubao Tower smiled helplessly and said, "Don't think it's too expensive, Master. Although ginseng grows fast in the Jianchi Mountains, it still takes twenty years to go in. If the price is too low, our goods will not be able to keep up with the outflow during that time. Of course, I can give it to you for free."
The owner of Jubao Tower takes things as they come, while Pingluan Bo is in a deep vortex, but because his fighting power is a little unfathomable, all parties are speculating and estimating.
Based on his comprehensive strength of age, realm, and power, he can do this deal, but he doesn't want to cause trouble. Whether to engage in a long-term and in-depth transaction is up to the uncle himself.
Jiang He raised his eyebrows. This guy seemed to be able to just go with the flow.
"A disciple of a great master, and a relative of the emperor."
"He's half a gangster, right?" The owner of Jubao Tower smiled but said nothing.
"I want a thousand." Jiang He said.
The smile of the owner of Jubao Tower suddenly stopped.
Are you the one who messed up the place?
The owner of Jubao Tower said with a headache: "Master, we do have it here, but it's easy to sell. Selling so many at once is equivalent to cutting off this business. It's far more than just a matter of accounts. The number of martial artists who patronize the building will surely drop sharply. After the news spreads, many martial artists may not choose Jubao Tower when buying other things. Now it's the Sword Contest, and there are martial artists everywhere. The loss of customer flow is too great."
Jiang He brushed off the scarlet robe on his body.
The owner of Jubao Tower rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I am just talking. I don't really care whether I make money or not."
Jiang He suspected that this guy was a player. Customer flow was a word, not an ancient term.
Half a quarter of an hour later, several waiters brought a large box. Zhuang Ya went forward and hugged it. Her head was completely invisible from the front.
"Why does this little girl look a little silly?" the owner of Jubao Tower teased.
"You think you're smart?"
Jiang He frowned.
The owner of Jubao Tower raised his hands in surrender. He thought she was a maid or concubine. After all, he had never heard of such a noble lady in Daming Prefecture before.
After the payment and goods were settled, Jiang He took Zhuang Ya away.
"Big Snake, I understand, but I don't feel anything. Everyone in the White Snake Village is dead. I know I need revenge, but I'm not actually sad."
From a distance, a large box with long legs and movement is talking.
"Since you lack preschool education, I can just send you to school when I have time." Jiang He said indifferently.
"I don't understand." Zhuang Ya answered crisply.
"I'll be shocked if you understand me."
(End of this chapter)