MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 483 [Nothing to do for fun]

  Chapter 483 [Practice for fun with nothing to do]

  Fang Chang took out a copper coin from his sleeve and threw it into the basket.

  The soldier’s angle was just right enough to see into the basket. He squinted to make sure that the money he threw in just now was not bad or fake money, so he turned his eyes back and looked at the next person.

  For Fang Chang, a handsome man with ordinary clothes and carrying some bamboo poles, the soldiers guarding the city gate have seen a lot, and they have no extra interest. They just need to ensure that they receive enough city gate taxes and let them go normally. Fang Chang's attire is not conspicuous among the people who enter the city. There are quite a few people like him who enter the city with some sundries, and no one cares about what he is going to do when he enters the city.

   After all, the world is peaceful now, and there are no major events throughout the day.

  Fang Chang was strolling leisurely in Ninghefu City with a few big bamboos on his shoulders. There has not been any war here, so the economy on the market has not been greatly affected. The appearance of the people is obviously much better than the people in the places that have been poisoned by the flames of war in the past.

   All businesses are prosperous on both sides. Although it is not as good as the surrounding prefectures, it is not bad within the scope of the world.

  Some streets have many stalls and lots of people, while some places are secluded and far away with few people. Fang Chang looked back and forth, chose a secluded place, put down the bamboo pole on his back, and leaned on one side.

  He took out the old sheet from his backpack, spread it on the ground, and then placed the sundries he collected from the cliff on it one by one.

  Fang Chang took out a lot of things from his backpack without anyone noticing.

  It's not lively here, and there aren't many people, but it's not deserted either. In the position Fang Chang chose, there was a big tree with luxuriant branches, which blocked the noon sun. So occasionally people will enjoy the cool here.

  Some people have already taken a fancy to this kind of place. Next to Fang Chang is a porcelain pot seller, leaning there lazily.

Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the owner of the porcelain vase stall took a look, then ignored him, and then looked at the end of the street waiting for customers, until Fang Chang set up the stall, he seemed to realize that he should say hello, so he turned his head, The other party said:

"I said, brother, there are not many people here. I sell porcelain pots here all the year round. With word of mouth, people often come here because of the reputation. I don't choose a place. Looking at the posture, you are a new stall, right? Sell these Be careful with groceries, you will lose money."

  Seeing the other party’s sincere tone, Fang Chang smiled and said:

"Thank you for your advice, brother. I collected things that I don't need, and I can't put them away. I sold them when there was no work in the fields. If someone buys them, I can earn pocket money for wine. If no one buys them, I will buy them." Don't be afraid, just come to the city to relax and play."

"That's good." The porcelain vase stall owner kept nodding, "If you don't rely on this to support your family, why bother to go to the market to bask in the sun. This bad weather, let me tell you, the coolest place is under this big tree. It’s still an outlet, and apart from the fact that there are fewer people, setting up a stall here is the most comfortable thing.”

  The two talked for a few words, said some unnutritious words, and then took care of the stalls.

  Fang Chang didn't yell. There are residential houses on both sides, and there are few pedestrians. Yelling is both disturbing and inappropriate, so he simply resigned. Anyway, he came here to set up a stall for no purpose, just to come here to experience life.

  There are quite a few people passing by in front of me, but I haven't met a single person who is willing to come and ask for a long time.

   During this period of time, two people walked to the side stall with a clear purpose, handed over the money after repeated bargaining, and chose the porcelain basin.

   "How do you sell this bamboo pole?"

  When someone passed by, they saw the big bamboos beside Fang Chang and came to inquire about the price.

   "Fifteen cents a piece, these two smaller ones are ten cents a piece."

   Fang Chang said with great interest when he saw customers coming to the door.

  Hearing Fang Chang's quotation, the man in coarse cloth didn't say anything, he just walked up to the bamboo poles, stretched out his hand to check several bamboo poles one by one, and muttered:

   "It's too fresh. It hasn't been baked or dried. You have to go home and process it yourself before using it. It's a lot of trouble."

Knowing that the other party wanted to bargain, Fang Chang smiled secretly, and argued with great interest: "This is picked from the mountains. I carried it all the way, and my bare feet lost a lot of strength. It's worth it." He patted a bamboo and said with a smile: "Look, where can I find such a thick and straight bamboo? Only in the mountains."

   There was another silence. The other party obviously accepted Fang Chang's statement. He continued to inspect these bamboos, obviously hesitant. Seemingly having made up his mind, he said to Fang Chang:

   "Let's make it cheaper. You can buy half a basket of pancakes for fifteen yuan, which is much more expensive than the market price."

"There's an old saying, 'It's better to buy something worthless than to buy food'. Half a basket of pancakes can be eaten in a few meals, but no matter where this bamboo pole is used, as long as it is not stuffed into the stove and burned, it can be used for a long time." Fang Chang replied.

   "It's cheaper, I'll buy it if it's cheaper." It seems that I'm a little short of words, and the person opposite is obviously not very good at bargaining, so I can only repeat this sentence over and over again.

   Helpless, Fang Chang reduced three Wen, and Twelve Wen sold two bamboo poles to him.

  The other party was very happy, and carefully selected the two thickest ones. After paying the twenty-four Wen money and paying the bill, he carefully carried them and went home slowly, not knowing what they were going to use them for.

   He seems to be an honest person. If someone is smart, he might be able to bargain for ten yuan, and Fang Chang has to spare two bamboo shoots.

  Finally opened the door, but Fang Chang didn't respond, he still had the same relaxed expression.

   Instead, the stall owner selling porcelain pots next to him congratulated the boss below. While that person was buying bamboo poles just now, two porcelain pots, one large and one small, were sold at the stall next to them.

There are quite a lot of sundries on the square and long stall. Apart from a few bamboo shoots, there are also a few tools that I made myself that I can’t use, such as an old coir raincoat, four or five green mountain fruits, two stones, Four or five pieces of irregularly shaped glassware, a few old benches, a dozen or so old books, two stacks of paper, a toy windmill, four or five bamboo baskets weaved by myself, a set of portable scales with worn out front sights, and two sets of squares. Long homemade, fire scythe with flint tinder wrap.

  Because of the abundance of things here, gradually, some people will come to take a look.

At noon, the stall owner who sold pots took the cake with pickled vegetables from his pocket, and ate it with the boiled water in the kettle. Fang Chang just ate a few fruits on the stall that were originally used as commodities. After all, he went down the mountain Before, I had already eaten a meal that combined brunch, and even ordinary people would not be hungry.

  It was hot at noon and there were few people. Even the children around did not come out to play after they went home for dinner. However, a strong man passing by, seeing the fresh and attractive bamboo shoots from Fang Chang, hesitated to buy them in Baoyuan, and bought a bamboo basket to carry the bamboo shoots back home.

  (end of this chapter)