Chapter 4: How Much Does Tofu Weigh?

Lou Qinghe looked and asked, "What is the price of this White Wave Leaf?"

It was an herb with three green leaves growing on it, and there were circles of white ripples in the leaves.

This is an herb used to refine second-grade Huiqi Pills.

The stall owner squatted down and heard Lou Qinghe's inquiry, then hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, if you are sincere about wanting it, three low-grade spirit stones."

"I'll take another look."

Hearing this, Lou Qinghe gave a dry laugh. "How is this Chi Niu beast meat sold?"

"One low-grade spirit stone for ten catties."

"Then how is this Chi Niu hide sold?"

"Sold as a whole sheet, thirty low-grade spirit stones."

"This ox whip is a good thing, how is it sold..."

"Are you buying or not? If not, go to the side."

In the end, Lou Qinghe was driven away by the stall owner like a fly.

"Still poor."

Lou Qinghe reached out and touched the cloth bag at his waist and sighed. That ox whip was a good thing.

Subsequently, he prepared to walk towards the core area of the market.

Just then, a precious sword attracted Lou Qinghe's attention.

The sword was about two feet and one inch long, and the sword body was cast from black iron, revealing a faint cold light. There was also a formation pattern at the hilt, clearly having a restriction placed on it.

Among cultivators of the same level, the Martial Fighting Sect almost crushes cultivators of other sects, and the sword cultivator is a ghost-like existence in the Martial Fighting Sect.

Top sword cultivators are all famous figures in the cultivation world.

The stall owner said faintly, "Fellow Daoist Lou, don't look anymore. You can't afford this sword."

Lou Qinghe was stunned and looked up. "So it's Fellow Daoist Hou."

The person in front of him was small and thin, wearing loose clothes that looked a bit funny, and his eyes were like thin lines but very bright.

It was Lou Qinghe's neighbor, Hou Peng.

"This sword is just a sword embryo. If it is refined completely, it can be counted as a second-grade magical artifact."

Hou Peng chuckled. "Why? Are you willing to come out today?"

Others didn't know Lou Qinghe, but he knew him very well. In his impression, he was extremely timid and afraid of death. He was usually timid and cautious even when going out, let alone going to any dangerous places.

Lou Qinghe laughed dryly and said, "Just out for a stroll."

Hou Peng glanced around and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Lou, let me remind you, these stall goods are cheap, but you must remember that some things are not so clean..."

Others don't know, but your things are definitely not clean.

Lou Qinghe slandered secretly. This Hou Peng is not a serious person. His means of making a living are also different from others. At the end of every month, he goes to the mass grave south of the city to touch corpses, making money from the dead.

Some dead people died because of strange objects and evil spirits...

Although Huangshi City has set up formations and used up exorcism talismans, it cannot guarantee that there are no fish that slipped through the net among the dead.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Hou, for the reminder."

After Hou Peng finished reminding him, he seemed a little tired and lay down to the side. "You can look around as you please. If you see anything you like, I'll give you a discount."

Lou Qinghe looked carefully and picked up a book, "Five Elements Art." "How much is this book?"

"Five Elements Art" is a basic Daoist technique. When he was at the Taiyi Sect, he learned one of them, the Fire Control Technique, and later the big tree of the Taiyi Sect fell down.

Hou Peng glanced at it and said, "This thing is very cheap. Just give me half a bag of spirit sand."

"Okay."

Lou Qinghe threw his spirit sand to Hou Peng, then put away the "Five Elements Art." "Then I'll continue to look around and won't disturb Fellow Daoist Hou."

"Go ahead."

Hou Peng waved his hand listlessly.

Lou Qinghe walked into the core street of the market. Shops were lined up on both sides, and restrictions such as dust removal, spirit attraction, and defense were arranged on the wooden structures...

And the shops were filled with dazzling goods, very rich, and the prices were also much more expensive than the stalls.

Most cultivators still like to buy things in shops. After all, compared to the mixed rogue cultivators, they are more willing to believe in the reputation and safety of the shops.

The largest building in Longmen Market is the six-story Long Men Tang. Here, there are not only magical artifacts and pills but also refining materials and herbs for alchemy, which can be said to have everything.

And this is also the industry of the Zhou Family.

Lou Qinghe came to the side hall on the first floor of Long Men Tang. The apprentice Zhou Lin was fiddling with the goods that had just been collected and said to himself, "Pills are sent to the second floor, magical artifacts and materials are sent to the third floor..."

At this time, Zhou Lin looked up and saw Lou Qinghe and asked, "Customer, this is the buyback of Long Men Tang. We buy everything, and the price will definitely satisfy you."

Lou Qinghe said, "I'm here to sell some Huiqi Pills and buy some herbs by the way."

"Huiqi Pills!?"

Zhou Lin sized up Lou Qinghe and smiled. "For pills, we must first look at the quality before we can calculate the price."

Lou Qinghe nodded, then took out the Huiqi Pills he had refined from his waist and said, "You see how the quality is."

Zhou Lin picked up the Huiqi Pills and looked at them carefully, then said calmly, "The quality of these Huiqi Pills is average. A bag of Huiqi Pills is about nine low-grade spirit stones."

After hearing this, Lou Qinghe frowned and asked, "Isn't the market price of this Huiqi Pill one low-grade spirit stone?"

Zhou Lin said faintly, "Fellow Daoist, you also said that this is the market price. We naturally have to collect it at a price lower than the market price, and the technique you used to refine the Huiqi Pills is not skilled enough, there are some flaws, the pills are not round enough, and the fragrance is not pure enough. That is the price."

Hearing this, Lou Qinghe didn't speak.

After all, before he came, he thought the Huiqi Pills in his hand were worth thirteen low-grade spirit stones. Now that it was cut in half, excluding the cost of six low-grade spirit stones, he only earned three low-grade spirit stones.

Zhou Lin continued, "If Fellow Daoist is not satisfied, you can choose to set up a stall outside according to the market price, but there will be a few more dangers."

Setting up a stall is not that simple, and it is very likely to be targeted by people with ulterior motives.

Showing one's face also takes time, so it's better to sell it directly to this shop for convenience.

"Then it's nine low-grade spirit stones, but I also want to buy some herbs."

After pondering for a moment, Lou Qinghe took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Fellow Daoist."

Zhou Lin smiled satisfactorily and said, "No problem, our herbs are sold at market price, which is definitely safer than the goods on the stalls."

Subsequently, Lou Qinghe spent another twelve low-grade spirit stones to buy herbs for refining Huiqi Pills, and then left Long Men Tang.

This time selling pills, not only did he not earn spirit stones, but he also put in three more.

Seeing Lou Qinghe leave, a proud smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Lin's mouth.

"For low-level rogue cultivators like this, as long as the Long Men Tang signboard is there, they will definitely obey obediently. I earned another three low-grade spirit stones."

Lou Qinghe, who walked out of Long Men Tang, came to the spirit rice shop again and saw the plump, enchanting figure at a glance, which hooked out the deepest desires in people's hearts. To put it bluntly, it was a flirt.

The shopkeeper of the spirit rice shop in Longmen Market is a widow, who is said to have been a disciple of the Tianhe Sect before.

In Lou Qinghe's impression, the Tianhe Sect was not big in the Chu State before it was destroyed, even worse than the Taiyi Sect, but this widow was able to mix well, so she must have some ability.

"Shopkeeper, what is the price of rice today?"

The widow Wang raised her head and pointed to the different spirit rice. "This one is ten catties for one low-grade spirit stone, that one is one catty for one low-grade spirit stone. As for the good rice, it's in the room, ten low-grade spirit stones for one catty. Do you want it?"

She was very familiar with the cultivators in this small territory, naturally including Lou Qinghe who lived here.

The Fellow Daoist Lou in front of her would come again after half a month or a month after buying ten or twenty catties of spirit rice each time, and he ate less than she, a woman.

To put it bluntly, he was poor!

And this person rarely goes out, has a very timid personality, and every time he talks to her, he talks about other things, looking very nervous, just like a boy who has just come out of the mountains and has not experienced the world.

Lou Qinghe took out the last two low-grade spirit stones on his body with heartache and said, "Just give me twenty catties of low-grade spirit rice."

"Okay."

The widow Wang packed the spirit rice with a cloth bag and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Lou, there is also tofu. Do you want to buy a few catties?"

Lou Qinghe was slightly startled and said subconsciously, "How is the tofu sold?"

The widow Wang threw a flirtatious look and said softly, "Tofu is ten pieces for one low-grade spirit stone, and there are also two pieces for ten low-grade spirit stones. I just don't know which one you want."

"Forget it, I'll come again in a few days."

Lou Qinghe looked at the plump tofu, his face flushed, and he hurriedly left the spirit rice shop with the spirit rice.

"Fellow Daoist Lou, don't forget to come and buy tofu in a few days."

The widow Wang looked at the fleeing back. She liked this fair, shy, and inexperienced cultivator. It felt special to tease him. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====