Chapter 2 Buying Life Money

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 2 Buying Life Money

"Brother Zhong, why are you carrying a pig-killing knife?"

"The city has not been peaceful recently. I heard that bandits have plagued in. Many people have died in the family of Song Yuanwai and Zhang Yuanwai."

"Then why do you have to bring a package of medicinal materials and prescriptions?"

"The city is not in the countryside. With this pack of medicinal materials and prescriptions, you and I were caught by the patrolman or constable. If you respect more than a dozen copper coins, you can avoid thirty whips."

"Oh, I, I just came to Sishui City not long ago. I was from Zhangjia Village before."

Is Zhangjia Village in Qingheting?

Zhong Ming took out a brown leather wallet from his arms, looked at the trademark "Jiangbei Leather Factory" on it, touched it with great nostalgia, unzipped the zipper and took out the silver dollar with the "Red Crown Silver Dollar" printed on the front and handed it to Zhang Xiaowu, saying:

"Please accept it. You can't let you go back and forth and pay some money to pay for the night patrol officers? If you can't find out, I'll thank you for your hard work in bringing medicinal materials for me."

The coin minting technology of the Dayan Dynasty is indeed much higher than that of the feudal dynasties in previous lives. The coin specifications are roughly:

70% of copper and 30% of lead-tin alloys can make this wear-resistant, sturdy and bright small copper corners and large copper coins;

Seventy percent of silver and thirty percent of tin iron nickel alloys make this bright and crisp "red crown silver dollar";

70% of gold and 30% of nickel, silver and tin alloys can be cast to create a "red crown gold yuan" that is shining and has a low echo.

The weight of coins is much larger than that of the ancient Blue Star, and 30% of the fire consumption belongs to the public, which not only eliminates the people's bold idea of ​​minting private coins, but also makes the people happy to use it.

The official price should be between one gold dollar and ten silver dollars, one silver dollar and one copper dollar and ten copper ounces. Each person can exchange it in a limited quantity every day based on his household registration.

Judging from the black market in Sishui City, the gold price is slightly higher and can reach a value of twelve silver dollars for one gold dollar, but the silver price is roughly the same as the official official of the Dayan Dynasty.

Such a stable exchange rate is probably due to the abundant minerals in Dayan, which far exceeds that of the Long Kingdom before traveling through time.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't want to do this trip and collect hard money, but thought that it was almost the end of the year, if he couldn't get the silver from the River God, his sister would probably be the maid of the River God God. So he refused and swallowed it, took the silver dollar and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Zhong."

"You deserve it if you don't have much thanks. This ghost weather allows you to send messages across most of Sishui City, not too many.

The headmaster gave it to him, and I gave it to me, so just accept it with peace of mind.

I ask you, how did the guests respond to the new drama of the troupe recently?"

"Brother Zhong, "Nie Xiaoqian" and "Painted Skin" are so popular!

There is also the new song you wrote for the music department, even the county magistrate praised it!

After a show, we can receive a reward of several hundred silver dollars. With the share of the ticket, we may not be able to earn thousands of silver dollars. Our whole village will not be able to grow such harvests in a year!"

Zhang Xiaowu mentioned the new drama of the opera troupe and was very flirting. Although he had more dramas and could not get more wages, he did more work, but he looked proud. How many big cakes were eaten by Master She to have this motivation?

I chatted with Zhang Xiaowu all the way about the miscellaneous things in the theater. From the side, these ancient drama fans have seen enough talented men and beauties on the stage, kings, princes, generals and ministers, and changed their tastes to read the new drama about the mountain spirit ghosts and foxes he wrote, and the response was quite good.

I soon walked most of the journey, passed through Xing'anfang, where the wealthy people gathered, and then crossed the southwest corner of Dongping City after the closed market, the famous Qingping Opera House.

"Xiao Wu, how long has we been walking on this section of the road? Is the Niuma Market so long?"

The Renshi and Niuma City are separated by the only way to go to the bookstore where I often publish the sequel to the Spring Palace. I have walked at least seventeen or eighteen times. It shouldn’t be so long. And why did I feel like I have seen this Yunhe Teahouse next to Niuma City?

"Wouldn't you be hitting a wall when you encounter a ghost?"

After the market is closed, the popularity is thin, and the streets are not as bright as in the previous life. There are only a little dark lights in teahouses, inns and brothels scattered from the flagpoles in front of the store. The bright red lights respond to the whimpering north wind. It is really a good place for ghost film scenes.

"No, it shouldn't be. Brother Zhong, I'm timid, don't scare me." Zhang Xiaowu looked around and shivered, and couldn't help but get close to Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming frowned and took out a silver dollar from his wallet, wrote "Fuck" on the ground, and waved to Zhang Xiaowu: "Let's go, follow me closely."

After a while, Zhong Ming stared at the word "如" on the ground with a ugly expression and said, "I'm afraid we have really encountered something."

"Brother Zhong, what should we do?" Zhang Xiaowu was obviously not a stupid person either. His face was as dark as the sky, and his legs were trembling involuntarily. "I, I haven't married yet, I don't want to die."

"Are you still a boy?" Zhong Ming stared at Zhang Xiaowu and asked.

"I, I," Zhang Xiaowu's face actually merged with a hint of shyness in fear: "I'm engaged."

Shet! You are only fourteen or fifteen years old? You deserve to be so short. It seems that you can only get on your own.

"Turn around."

"ah?"

"Turn around!"

"Ao, ao."

"Huahu~Huahu." Zhong Ming lifted his pants comfortably.

"Try it again, follow me!" Zhong Ming walked away quickly, and the pig-killing knife in his hand couldn't help but tighten it a little.

Zhang Xiaowu hurriedly followed and shouted in a little crying voice: "Brother Zhong, wait for me."

After a while, the two of them finally stopped seeing the plaque of "Yunhe Inn".

Seeing that I was about to run out of the Niuma Market, after passing Niuma Market and then passing the Human Market, it was Qingping Opera House. However, a bunch of shiny objects appeared on the noodle stone road in front of me.

Looking at Zhong Ming's eyes, it seemed like a stack of gold yuan, and at least it was dozens of gold yuan. Even under the sparse moonlight, it shone with an attractive luster.

First, ghosts hit the wall, and then come to buy money for life? If I read less novels in my previous life, I will also be able to understand your thoughts!

"Let's go, hurry up and don't take this stack of money. This money is a fatal money!" Zhong Ming shouted at Zhang Xiaowu without looking back, and accelerated his pace again.

When Zhang Xiaowu heard Zhong Ming's words, he was smart and used his strength to run forward, but his eyes still glanced at the stack of gold yuan.

Oh my God, how much does this cost? A good acre of irrigated land is only 145 silver dollars. Is this stack of money enough to buy dozens of acres of yourself?

With this money, my family can move out of the damn Zhangjia Village and move into the city. I no longer have to worry that the girl will be ordered by Mrs. Wang to sacrifice to the river god, and no longer have to...

As he galloped along the way, he could vaguely hear the singing of the theater. Zhong Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Feeling that Zhang Xiaowu seemed to be a little behind, Zhong Ming, who was slowing down slowly, did not look back, and waited for the footsteps to get closer. The ostentatious light swept into his arms, and knew that he must have picked up the gold coins, so he could not persuade the damn ghost.

"Brother Zhong, why do you run so fast that you can make it easy for you~" Zhang Xiaowu's throat was a little sharp.

"Brother Zhong, I have found a lot of gold coins, and I have a share if I see you~"

Zhong Ming didn't look back, looked at the road of the theater, closed his eyes, and suddenly ran forward with all his strength.

The voices have changed. Even if you don’t have gold fingers, I know that something is wrong with you. Being a ghost is not professional, and you deserve to fail to meet the standards.

Of course, the little help from True Vision also made a correct judgment for him.

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Name: Zhang Xiaowu (/Zheng Xiuxiu)

Race: Human (/Ghost)

Lifespan: 15/65(-1)

Power: 0.7(+7)

Physical constitution: 0.8(+8)

Agility: 1.0 (+10)

Spirit: 0.8(+4)

Talent: None/

Illusion (the effects of visual and auditory illusion are slightly increased)

Fear aura (shocking and suppressing spirit is not higher than one's own goal, making its strength and physical agility slightly decrease)

Skills: Farming (skilled), carpenter (starting), curtain setting (skilled)/

Embroidery (proficient), Pig Killing Sword Technique (proficient), Vigor (proficient), possession (introduction)

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This person, oh no, this ghost should not be able to compete with him. Thirty-six strategies are the best. Zhang Xiaowu's life expectancy limit has fallen for 3 years during a few breaths. I think I can't stand it if I hold on for a while.

Hua Q, I haven't heard any news about gods and ghosts in the past three months. The latest weird thing in the city is a script written by myself. I'm really going to walk too much at night to meet ghosts?

Zhong Ming, who had just run two steps, quickly felt that he had hit something. It was obviously "Zhang Xiaowu". He was more than twice as agility than himself. I think he was not able to run through this monster now.

Anger arises at the brilliance, and evil arises from the heart!

Zhong Ming suddenly opened his closed eyes and slashed his backhand towards the place where he hit the object. The knife came quickly and fiercely, and with all the remaining courage Zhong Ming slashed hard in front of him.

"Ao~huh~" This knife was about to cut to "Zhang Xiaowu", but after slashing something, it turned into a yelling fat pig.

At this time, Zhong Ming's butcher knife that killed pigs and dogs for more than a thousand was stuck tightly on the pig's back.

"Brother Zhong, what are you doing? Wouldn't it be good to get the money honestly?"

"Isn't it good to get the money?"

"Isn't it good!"

Listening to the sharp and sarcastic words that were close to my ears, Zhong Ming wanted to refute loudly, "No, good, you ￥#@&, vent your fear through scolding."

But a hand that exuded a biting coldness had already put on his shoulders, and there seemed to be endless coldness from this hand to his body. His qi and blood were churning, and his strong body of picking up the livestock with one hand also became erratic. He felt that his connection with his body had become much weaker.

Another stack of golden coins appeared in front of me. My waist unconsciously bent down. My hands couldn't help but stretched towards the pile of money in a blurry and weird voice of "Isn't it good?", and I was about to pick up these gold coins.

As the fat pig that was chopped not far away swallowed his last breath, the crystal in Zhong Ming's mind also turned completely golden.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!