In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

There were exactly one hundred and twenty tears in front of me.

"At this price..."

Uncle Xiang couldn't figure it out for a while.

Chen Lin answered: "Two hundred and four taels."

He was also a little surprised by this, but not because of the price.

But...

‘After the defeat in the war, the emperor of Tianjing was still in the mood to hold a big sacrifice, just to wash away his bad luck? ’

'It feels more and more like a big festival is coming...'

"Yes!" Gu Wenxuan smiled and took out a small box, "Here are the silver coins I brought this time. If Mr. Lin finds it troublesome, you can also choose banknotes."

"Let's take some silver." Chen Lin decisively chose real silver.

He really has no faith in the financial system of this world.

Especially now that the world is in chaos.

Money and goods are cleared.

Gu Wenxuan quickly left with tears in his eyes.

The shop became quiet for a moment.

Snap.

The silver ingots rolled down on the table, and the crisp sound made Uncle Xiang swallow his saliva.

He took a breath, calmed down his excitement, and began to distribute the money in front of him:

"Alin, according to the previous price, it should be sold for one hundred and fifty-six taels. I'd better take only thirty-six taels of it."

"Uncle Xiang should also share half of the four taels of silver that have increased." Chen Lin waited until Uncle Xiang finished dividing the money, then stuffed another twenty-four taels of silver into his hand.

In this way, he still had one hundred and forty-four taels of silver left in his hand.

"In addition, there is also the matter of building a house before, which also troubles Uncle Xiang to find someone to help."

With that said, he allocated fifty taels of silver in advance to buy land, building materials, and various hired workers.

There are still ninety-four taels left on hand.

It is more than enough to meet daily expenses.

After continuing to chat in the shop for a while, Chen Lin got up and left.

The setting sun reflects on the mountain city.

Shopkeepers all around were packing up their shops dejectedly, preparing to close their doors and go home.

Occasionally I looked up and saw him, so I cheered up and said hello, complaining a few times that the world was difficult, business was not good now, and the court was raising taxes.

After hearing this, Chen Lin could only respond a few times.

The gentle breeze in late spring blew up the catkins on both sides.

Suddenly, a skinny horse hurried in. The soldier controlled the reins, brushed away the blinding catkins with one hand, and flew past the mountain market without stopping for a moment.

He kept shouting to get out of the way.

Many store clerks heard the sound and came out to check, but in the end they could only see the backs of the soldiers galloping away.

"What...what happened again?"

"Are they the soldiers guarding the north gate?"

Everyone instinctively felt uneasy and looked in the direction where the soldiers were coming.

As they expected.

The last moment before the sunset falls into the earth.

News of the imperial court's defeat came again.

At the same time, there was news that the second vassal king had officially launched an army.

It's like my throat is being squeezed tightly.

No one said anything for a while.

On the contrary, the sound of looting quickly came from the rice noodle shop on the corner.

And the guy yelled with all his strength:

"Don't squeeze in!"

"Today's new price is sixteen cents per pound of brown rice!"

"Polished rice? It's been out of stock for a long time..."

The sound was so noisy that it seemed hard to distinguish.

But every sentence is like a knife, clearly piercing everyone's heart.

"Oh, the price has increased again!"

"What a hell! Why do you think the emperor would beat his own family?"

"Shh..."

"I don't know when we will be able to return to the past..."

Chen Lin weighed the silver coins he had just received, knowing that the answer to this question was probably far away.

The emperor in Tianjing is still thinking about holding a big sacrifice.

He walked to the rice noodle shop on the corner.

I saw that this place was already packed with people and it was impossible to squeeze in.

People from Beicheng continued to pour in, completely blocking the entire street.

"Master Lin is here!"

"Master Lin, are you here to buy rice too?"

Some people saw his figure and were surprised to give up their position.

When other people in Beicheng heard this, they all looked at him.

The noisy and crowded scene suddenly became quiet, except for the sound of greetings.

The crowd gradually gave way to a wide road leading directly to the rice noodle shop.

"Master Lin, here!"

The shopkeeper of the rice noodle shop heard the commotion and came out to wave to him, "How much rice do you want, Mr. Lin? The rich households in Xicheng and Dongcheng have begun to hoard rice and not sell it, but we still have enough control over selling it to the neighbors here!" "

Chen Lin had no choice but to walk to the front and look at the surrounding Beicheng people:

"Bring me one hundred and fifty kilograms of rice, divided into three packages."

"in addition……"

He thought about it, took out another twenty-four taels of silver from his arms, and handed them all to the shopkeeper.

"These silver taels will be left to your shop as a subsidy for the remaining neighbors to buy rice. For the next eight thousand kilograms of rice, every kilogram of brown rice will be reduced by three cents until these silver taels are used up."

"how?"

The shopkeeper held the silver coins in his hands and didn't respond for a while.

The same was true for the people in Beicheng behind them who stretched their heads.

Everyone was frozen in place.

A while passed.

The shopkeeper put the white money on the counter and bowed:

"Master Lin is so righteous!"

The people behind him suddenly came to their senses at this moment, and finally settled the account clearly, and also shouted:

"Master Lin is so righteous!"

"If those brats in West City and East City dare to speak ill of Mr. Lin from now on, I will be the first to go up and tear their mouths apart!"

"That's right!"

Amid the roar of the crowd.

The shopkeeper straightened up and patted his chest:

"Don't worry, Master Lin. From now on, the eight thousand kilograms of rice sold to the neighbors will be as you say... No, I will reduce it by one penny per kilogram and sell it for only twelve pence... This really can't be lower."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

Chen Lin patted him on the shoulder, knowing that the price of food outside must have risen sharply.

This price is only four cents higher than in previous months, and it is indeed approaching the limit.

No need to force it anymore.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Please help me pack the three bags of rice I want."

"Okay, guys, pack the rice for Mr. Lin!"

"Master Lin, there are three bags of rice, let me help you carry them back!"

"You skinny monkey, step aside and let me do it!"

The rice shop clerk had just packed three bags of rice. Before Chen Lin had a chance to touch it, the people in Beicheng behind him were rushing to carry it home. They insisted on helping him carry it home.

In the end, they had to be carried to a small house next to the mountain market.

Along the way, you can also see people from the mountain city who used to buy rice. They must have heard about the rice price subsidy.

When they saw Chen Lin, they all came over and bowed to thank him.

Chen Lin helped these people up one by one and finally returned to the small house to rest.

The noise coming from Mi Mian Pu lasted all night.

Many people in Beicheng heard the news and rushed to the rice noodle shop.

The quota of only 8,000 kilograms of rice is naturally not enough in front of so many people.

So after Chen Lin left, the shopkeeper of the rice noodle shop added another purchase restriction.

Each neighbor is only given a discount of three kilograms, so that as many people as possible can benefit.

Until the next morning.

Eight thousand kilograms of rice have been swept away.

The commotion in Beicheng finally slowly subsided...

Chen Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing, also stopped practicing, as if a divine light flashed in his eyes.

"The fourth level of Qi Refining is not far away."

"There is also the Fire and Thunder Dharmakaya...I will continue to retreat and practice for another month!"