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- Although it is dangerous to go into the mountains to collect, as long as you can come back alive, you can generally collect seven or eight kinds of medicinal materials.
And these seven or eight kinds are enough for a family to live a happy life.
Shouhou said that Fang Ling couldn¡¯t collect three kinds. This was obviously a joke on Fang Ling.
People who are surviving after a disaster are not in a state of calm. Many times, they are willing to use other people¡¯s embarrassing things to calm their own shocked mood.
The same is true for Thin Monkey, his mood is not calm. During these five days, he experienced many dangers. The enthusiastic and cheerful man who followed him was silently swallowed by a sudden pit on his way back.
Although he is naturally optimistic, his overall state is a bit strange at this time.
He didn¡¯t dare to make jokes about ordinary people. Fang Ling, a person who wanted strength but not strength, and a backstage but not a backstage, naturally became the target for him to relieve his guilty conscience.
"Hahaha¡¡"
Several men standing on the side burst into laughter. One of them, a man who lost an arm, laughed and said, "I bet you, Skinny Monkey, if Fang Ling collects more than two kinds of things, I'll invite you today." You go to Yanlailou to drink!¡±
¡°Count me in!¡±
Lin Mucheng's eyes widened and he was about to speak, but then he dispersed his aura. He wanted to see how Fang Ling would solve this situation.
Fang Ling glanced at Shouhou and others who were making fun of him, but ignored them. With his current strength, he would have no problem knocking down the thin monkey, but he would definitely not call the dog back just because it barked.
"You bastard, who asked you to go into the mountain? Who asked you to go into the mountain!" In a crying voice, a figure wearing blue linen clothes rushed in as if crazy.
The moment he rushed over, two small fists quickly hit Fang Ling's chest hard.
Although the fist seemed to use up all the strength in the body, there was no pain at all when it hit Fang Ling's body.
On the contrary, this fist gave Fang Ling an extremely warm feeling.
"Do you know how I have been spending these days?" The fists became weaker and weaker, and finally the figure who rushed over hugged Fang Ling hard in his arms and started to cry.
Looking at the sobbing girl in front of him, Fang Ling's heart was agitated. This excitement should come more from the owner's consciousness. Although the girl didn't say anything, from the red eyes like peaches and the haggard look on the girl's face, Fang Ling couldn't understand how the girl spent the past two days.
At this moment, he was a little envious of that Fang Ling.
It¡¯s really good to feel like someone cares.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling gently hugged that slim body, smiled and comforted: "Sister Ying, am I back now?"
He patted Hua Shuying's back gently to help her calm down as soon as possible.
Hua Shuying was still crying, but at this time, Fang Ling felt a gaze looking at him like a poisonous snake.
He turned around and saw a man who looked to be about twenty years old, looking at him with a gloomy face.
Chen Zhenghua, the eldest son of the Chen family!
From the owner¡¯s memory, Fang Ling instantly determined the identity of this person.
Fang Ling didn't have the slightest fondness for Chen Zhenghua. He met Chen Zhenghua's gaze and looked over, his eyes full of indifference.
As the next generation head of the Chen family, Chen Zhenghua was in Dingfang City. He was a man who found the road too narrow to walk sideways. When he saw this ant-like guy dare to look at him, he was furious.
He was just about to attack Fang Ling when a middle-aged man standing next to him whispered something in his ear.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Fang Ling, how was the harvest?" Deacon Zhang walked over with a faint smile on his face.
Fang Ling patted the sparse flowers, then smiled and said to Deacon Zhang: "The harvest is not very good."
The thin monkey chuckled and said: "Xiao Fangzi, you don't even have enough appearance fees, right?"
The so-called appearance fee refers to the fee that the collector should pay to Zhenbaoxuan. Zhenbaoxuan organized this collection. In addition to giving priority to the medicines collected by the collectors, each collector also had to pay a drug payment fee worth one thousand taels of gold.
??In the past years of collection, there have been some collectors who did not even have enough appearance fees, but there are really very few such collectors.
For such people, Zhenbaoxuan has always generously waived off the insufficient portion.
Deacon Zhang¡¯sThe change is a bit ugly. He is the one who organized this collection. Although the amount collected depends on God's will, if the income is too small, it will be difficult for him to explain to the shopkeeper.
At the very least, it seems that his surname Zhang is incompetent.
If you are in a bad mood, your tone will be bad: ¡°Take it out!¡±
Fang Ling looked at Deacon Zhang¡¯s face and smiled to himself. He gently took out a clover from his backpack.
This is a twenty-year-old clover.
Seeing this clover, Deacon Zhang¡¯s face improved a little.
A twenty-year-old clover can be worth five hundred taels of gold. Although it is not enough for Fang Ling's appearance fee, it is at least better than leaving it empty-handed.
Fang Ling put down the clover, reached into the basket on his back, and took out another clover.
This clover is obviously much larger than the one just now, and the spiral pattern at the base of the clover appears to be thicker.
Thirty years of clover!
The smile on Deacon Zhang¡¯s face has become quite bright. A thirty-year-old clover can be sold for eight hundred taels of gold.
If you add the first clover, Fang Ling¡¯s admission fee will be enough.
The thin monkey licked his saliva. Even he felt a little jealous looking at the thirty-year-old clover. I went into the mountains twice and narrowly escaped death. It was only the last time I collected a thirty-year-old clover.
And this Fang Ling only went into the mountain once and actually collected one.
"Xiao Lingzi is good." Deacon Zhang's name for Fang Ling has changed from Fang Ling to Xiao Lingzi.
Fang Ling smiled and did not say anything, but continued to touch the basket behind him with his hands.
¡°Also, there is something in this guy¡¯s medicine basket!
For a time, many people¡¯s faces showed signs of anticipation.
But Chen Zhenghua¡¯s expression was a little ugly, and he felt even more nervous at this time.
No, there must be no good things in this kid¡¯s medicine basket, otherwise, those charming flowers and sparse shadows
Just when Chen Zhenghua felt nervous, Fang Ling had another medicinal herb in his hand.
It¡¯s still a clover, but this one looks a little smaller and wither than the two just now!
The appearance of this clover made Chen Zhenghua breathe a sigh of relief. Based on the appearance of this clover, one hundred taels of gold was a lot!
If Fang Ling¡¯s medicine basket is full of these things, even if he gets another hundred of them, he still won¡¯t be able to pay off his debt!
There was also a trace of disappointment on Deacon Zhang¡¯s face at this time. But then he explained to himself that it would not be easy for a young man like Fang Ling to come back alive and earn his own expenses. I really shouldn't embarrass young people like this.
It¡¯s not okay to have too high expectations!
"Hush, Fang Ling, I thought you were going to come up with something earth-shattering. Haha, it's still a clover. Although this thing is not valuable, it was obtained from the secret realm of Lashan after all. I'll treat you to a drink later " Thin Monkey patted Fang Ling on the shoulder and said to Fang Ling with a smile.
Before Fang Ling could speak, a figure suddenly rushed over and grabbed the clover in his hand before Fang Ling could react.
"Fifty-year clover, this is fifty-year clover!" The man's voice was filled with excitement.
He didn¡¯t wait for others to speak, and said loudly: ¡°Boy, for this clover, I will give you three fairy stones!¡±
Deacon Zhang has always been rude to those who dare to compete with Zhenbaoxuan for business. Zhen Bao Xuan allows him to eat and drink without worries, so he naturally has no good impression of those who dare to steal Zhen Bao Xuan's business.
But when he saw clearly the excited body holding the clover, the hand that had already grasped the handle of the knife gently dropped it, and the body that was about to rush out also stayed in place heavily.
There is a hint of smile on the big dark face.
He couldn¡¯t help but laugh, because the person speaking was Master Zhao Xian.
With Master Zhao Xian¡¯s position in Zhenbaoxuan, he can get out of here with just one word.
This clover is actually worth three thousand gold.
Fang Ling was a little dizzy. He felt that this clover was worth a thousand taels of gold.
Seeing that Fang Ling was silent, Master Zhao Xian said even more eagerly: "Little brother, I want to refine this clover for a furnace of Yuan Calming Pill, and I hope that little brother can part with it!"
"Master Zhao Xian, according to the agreement, Zhenbaoxuan has the right of first refusal for the medicinal materials we collected!" Fang Ling rubbed his hands and said pretending to be embarrassed.
Master Zhao Xian waved his hand and said: "You don't have to worry about this, just give it to me." As he spoke, Master Zhao Xian took out three immortal stones from his pocket and handed them to Fang Ling and said: "If you have old medicinal materials in the future, just come and find them. "Old man."
The moment the three shining fairy stones fell into Fang Ling's hands, Fang Ling felt a cold feeling in his hands.
The collectors such as Shouhou looked at the fairy stone in Fang Ling's hand with jealousy. For them, it was difficult for them to get three thousand taels of gold even after collecting all their lives. And Fang Ling was really lucky. A small clover was actually sold for three thousand taels of gold, and people were still competing to buy it.
Hua Shuying also had a smile on her face. Three thousand taels of gold was like a big mountain in her heart. Now, the three thousand taels of gold that she couldn't let go of were all at once!
With these three thousand taels of gold, she no longer has to be a maid for that annoying eldest son of the Chen family, and she can continue to stay by Fang Ling's side.
However, thinking that Fang Ling had risked her life to earn these three thousand taels of gold made her feel more and more sad even though she was happy.
Just when Master Zhao was impatiently preparing to go back to make elixirs with the clover, Fang Ling grabbed Master Zhao and said, "Master Immortal, I have two clovers here. Please help me find out how old they are!"
As soon as he said these words, everyone standing outside the secret realm was stunned.
And, all eyes were staring at Fang Ling to see what he could come up with! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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