MTL - In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?-Chapter 9 windfall

Chapter 9 Unexpected Harvest

 The mountains and fields are cold and lonely.

Chen Lin was alone, sweeping the snowy slopes under the gray clouds.

 Ever since I caught the flying-toothed deer on my back, I haven’t seen the big one again.

 There aren’t even many prey left…

  The spiritual power threads connected to the talisman suddenly decreased by a large amount.

Only thirty or forty threads are left.

This is all the reason why the gongs and drums on the opposite hilltop made such a big noise.

 The sound of the gong is extremely penetrating.

 All animals that could run were scared away.

The missing person and energy-finding talisman on his chest began to flicker, and the blood-red talisman patterns gradually faded away. It looked like he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Chen Lin seized the last opportunity to reorganize the prey connected by various threads.

 Suddenly, a looming spiritual thread caught his attention.

This bundle of silk threads is composed of several small threads, which are all about the thickness of an index finger. They point to the same place. They appear very weak, as if they are about to die...

 “How about picking up a dead chicken?”

 Chen Lin came to the location where the silk thread was connected, only to find that in front of him was a dead old tree that had fallen for an unknown period of time. It was about the thickness of a waist, and there was no trace of any living thing at all.

“But the spell can’t go wrong. Since there is a reaction here, there must be something living and breathing!”

Looking at the thickness of the silk thread, the thing obviously has a certain size and cannot be a poisonous insect or the like.

Having a certain size and being able to hide under old trees…

 “What could it be?”

 Chen Lin took action to move the rotten wood away.

 A hole as big as a fist was exposed underneath!

 “Fuck! Snake den!”

 “There is a hibernating snake underneath!”

He subconsciously took a step back, but when he saw the snow-covered ground around him, he immediately remembered:

“Snake hibernation can be shallow or deep. When snakes enter a deep sleep state, they will not wake up..."

 At this time, even if you dig them out, they will just freeze to death instead of waking up and biting people.

 “And this is the time when snakes are in deep sleep!”

 Chen Lin's eyes lit up.

“The flying-toothed deer in the backpack should be kept to replenish the body and practice mana.”

“And snakes don’t have a few taels of meat in total, and ordinary snake meat doesn’t have much benefit, so it can be sold to make some pocket money!”

 “I just don’t know how much it can be sold for?”

 This answer cannot be obtained from memory.

 Because snakes generally do not appear in hunters' harvests, even if they are hunted normally, they are just an extra and rarely valuable.

Chen Lin used a hatchet as a **** and dug hard at the entrance of the cave. Blocks of frozen soil fell off, and a tangled yellow object appeared underneath.

“It’s a group of hibernating yellow snakes, a common snake species in Xiaojinshan, non-venomous.”

“As expected, I have already fallen into a deep sleep, even if I am hit by a clod of earth, I will not be affected…”

 Soon, the hole opened wide.

A total of ten yellow snakes were rolled up into a ball, like a yellow ball huddled in the originally warm nest.

At first, their bodies were still soft. After a few minutes of drying, a few wisps of cold wind blew by, and they were quickly frozen and hardened, and no longer alive.

 It seems to have really turned into a ball.

Use a hatchet to pick them into the basket, and then use a bamboo cover to cover the exit to prevent the corpses from being stolen.

Chen Lin whistled leisurely and was in a good mood.

 “No surprises, no danger, no effort.”

　　"Although there was a small hiccup, the harvest is still full, go home!"

There must be many snake nests in Xiaojin Mountain, but it is a pity that the effectiveness of the person-finding talisman has disappeared, otherwise we could still find a few more.

 “But it will be the same if we come back another day.”

 Pat the full bamboo basket behind you.

Chen Lin had a smile on his lips and walked quickly down the mountain.

 …

 …

 Back to the small village, it was still quiet.

 Don’t rush to return the basket next door.

Chen Lin first hid the bulky deer in the house, and then walked to the county town carrying a basket of yellow snakes.

 His steps are not slow.

 It only takes less than half an hour to cover ten miles of snow. Before noon, the northern gate of Kanazawa County appeared in his eyes.

This time there was no call from the guard from the tower.

He quickly walked into the city, and then headed for the "mountain city" in his memory.

Jinze County is surrounded by mountains and rivers. "Jin" refers to Xiaojinshan in the north, and "Ze" refers to the west and south. There is Lumengze, known as the Eight Hundred Miles of Smoke, which receives melting water from icebergs but does not freeze all year round.

Swimming deeper, it is said that the water temperature will rise, and it is suspected that the ground fire is overflowing...

 Because of the distinct geographical location.

There is a mountain market in North City of Kanazawa that specializes in purchasing all kinds of mountain products, and most of the visitors are Orion mountain residents.

Xicheng is a ferry and wharf, where precious mountains can be transported out at any time. There are usually boatmen from other places and many wealthy households gather there.

Nancheng is a fishing market, filled with fishermen struggling on the swamp.

 East City specializes in all kinds of craftsmanship, from hunting bows to fishing nets.

In addition, there is an inner city, which is the essence of the entire Kanazawa County...

If it is spring and summer, Kanazawa County is still quite prosperous.

 It’s not like the harsh winter now.

Those who were rich enough took advantage of the "winter escape" by boat to go farther south, waiting for the thaw in spring before returning. Those who were not rich enough hid at home to eat and store grain, burn charcoal fires, and study the origin of life.

 Those who have no money must try their best to survive.

 There was not even a single person wandering around on the ordinary street.

 …

 Enter Beichengshan City.

 Chen Lin finally saw a living person.

This place is very different from other places.

 It’s quite a lively scene.

There is not a trace of snow on the bluestone long street. In front of each store, mountain products are displayed, mainly furs and other items that are in high demand in winter.

Several guys are negotiating the price:

“Today’s new price! A sable skin with holes is 10 taels per piece, and a piece without holes is 18 liang… A white jade squirrel with holes is 50 liang, and a piece without holes is 100 liang…”

“The price of harvesting winter mountain ginseng starts at thirty taels of silver. The price will be reduced after the new year, so sell it quickly!”

“The Li family’s blacksmithing shop in the east city is collecting pine oil wood and Qinggang charcoal!”

 In the market, there are hunters carrying prey, mountain people carrying baskets on their backs, and even villagers who come to buy meat and various mountain products.

This one has a shiny face, and that one has a dishy face.

 The world is diverse and diverse.

 Orion mountain people from all over Xiaojin Mountain gathered here to exchange their recent hard-earned harvest for money and take it back to support their family's livelihood.

The fisherman, who has lost his parents, stood in the market confused with a few days' fishing money, wanting to buy a pound of cheap mountain meat to get rid of the bone-deep cold.

 Chen Lin took a deep breath. What he breathed in here was no longer the cold smell of feces and urine, but the bitter taste of the world.

 For him, the taste is bitter at first and then sweet.

 But for some people, the taste is bitter in the mouth, and then becomes more bitter, and it remains bitter until it is buried in the ground.

“Brother, are you still thinking about buying some meat? Why don’t you consider my snake meat? I’ll sell it to you cheaply!”

Chen Lin suddenly opened the backpack behind him.

The fisherman who was still confused next to him jumped away in fright, pointing at him with a shocked face and being speechless for a long time.

"well!"

“It’s a pity that fishermen are afraid of snakes…”

 Chen Lin shook his head and walked away.

 He came to a shop specializing in mountain meat.

There were several hunters inside carrying things, but there was only one owner who was busy working. He talked to one person and then another, making him dizzy.

 Everyone is waiting, the atmosphere in the store is harmonious, no one is impatient.

 The reason why I came here is because the owner Chen Yongxiang and his father, a gambler, are old acquaintances.

 In the past, I also called him Uncle Xiang, so I would not arbitrarily lower the price and would be fair.

 Chen Lin didn't say anything in a hurry. He was like an invisible man for a moment. Even the experienced hunter next to him didn't realize that someone was approaching.

There is a statue of a mountain **** in the shop, three pillars of incense and a plate of dried meat on the incense table. Many animal skins are hung from the ceiling, including wolves, badgers, and even a piece of yellow-striped tiger skin.

He looked over and saw a few snake sloughs in the corner, and knew that it would be no problem to sell the snakes in the basket.

 “The guest has been waiting for a long time!” Chen Yongxiang suddenly found that another person had entered the shop and hurriedly greeted him. He raised his eyes and couldn’t help but exclaimed:

 “Alin?!”

 (End of this chapter)