Chapter 58

The final transaction price of this jar of Zhuyeqing was one hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver.

Strictly speaking, this price is quite good, 60% higher than the normal selling price of the Tianmen Mountain market, and for Liu Xiaolou, it has doubled. He originally wanted to extort a bit, wanting to exchange a jar of Zhuyeqing for a spirit stone. The steward looked at him like a fool. Seeing it to the end, he felt it was too much, so he changed his mind and collected the silver.

After the wine was sold, Liu Xiaolou scratched his head and said incredulously: "He bought it just like that? Don't even ask where the wine came from?"

Zuo Gaofeng smiled: "They don't want to ask. Asking is just adding trouble."

Liu Xiaolou thought thoughtfully: "In this way, it is true that there is no danger in returning to the mountain openly."

Zuo Gaofeng said: "Of course there is danger, but it's not big. Look, here it comes..."

While speaking, several servants of the Qingyu Sect each held a wooden sign and patrolled the cliff. The wooden signs were all painted with portraits.

"Reward for the bandits of Mount Wulong, five spirit stones for those who provide clues!" The deacon of the Qingyu Sect who supervised the prison walked in front of the team and proclaimed loudly.

Liu Xiaolou looked curiously at this team coming to the stone cave, held the portraits over their heads one by one, and showed them to the few of them. When he looked closely, he didn't recognize them. When he looked at the names marked next to the portraits, his heart suddenly jumped.

"Bandit Chief Wang..."

"Bandit Assistant Dai Sheng..."

"Fierce Bandit Zuo Gaofeng..."

The deacon of the Qingyu Sect asked: "Have you seen these few?"

Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang shook their heads at the same time: "Never seen it."

The deacon looked at Liu Xiaolou again. Liu Xiaolou looked at Zuo Gaofeng. Looking at it this way, the portrait was actually three-tenths similar, so he hurriedly shook his head: "Never seen it."

The deacon led the team to the other side. Liu Xiaolou whispered: "Gorge Master, were you recorded?"

Zuo Gaofeng smiled: "Let them go, the painting skills are too poor, they can only blame themselves if they can't catch anyone."

Tan Bazhang complained: "Actually, there is no Tan... Am I not fierce enough?"

Liu Xiaolou looked at the prosperity on Ghost Gate Cliff and sighed: "Who believes it if you say it?"

He didn't want to delay, and told Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang: "I'm going to Tianmen Mountain to buy wine, and I'll be back in two days."

Carrying the silver, he went down the mountain and rushed to Hongji Restaurant in the Tianmen Mountain market. After ordering food and drink to fill his stomach, the shopkeeper sent a jar of Bamboo Leaf Green wine: "The owner ordered that when Young Master Liu comes again, you can drink this wine, but at most one jar a day, don't drink too much."

Liu Xiaolou took the wine and left, hid it in the mansion of Ping Gu in Yang Liu Bay, and rested there for one night. This house can be called a haunted house, but the perpetrator moved in, and there was nothing to fear or worry about, and he slept sweetly.

The next day, he repeated the same trick, continued to order food and drink at Hongji Restaurant, and took away the second jar of Bamboo Leaf Green wine. So far, more than 160 taels of silver were exchanged for two jars of Bamboo Leaf Green wine, and the remaining eight taels were calculated as the cost of the food.

That night, Liu Xiaolou carried two jars of spirit wine and rushed back to Guimeng Cliff of Mount Wulong. When he arrived, it was the end of the 3:00 AM to 5:00 AM period, the market was not open, and the cliff was very cold, only Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang stayed in the cave.

As the sky brightened, merchants from all families came to Guimeng Cliff one after another. Even people from outside the ten-mile and eight-towns carried things up to sell. The stalls extended from the front of the cliff cave to under the half-mountain cliff. These things sold were not rare mountain goods and spiritual objects, but things like candies, cakes, etc., which added a lot of human atmosphere to Guimeng Cliff, which also attracted many servants and maids of the Qingyu Sect to patronize.

Uncle Tian also set up a small stall, brought more than a dozen strips of bacon from his own beams, spread them out for sale, and looked at Liu Xiaolou, each knowing each other.

The steward of the Qingyu Sect who bought wine before also wandered up, saw the two jars of Zhuyeqing beside Liu Xiaolou, and suddenly smiled: "Got two jars this time?"

Liu Xiaolou finally had the courage to ask for spirit stones: "It's not easy, I ran my legs off and barely collected them. You said last time..."

The steward didn't say a word, and took out a spirit stone: "One spirit stone for two jars of Zhuyeqing!"

Liu Xiaolou didn't agree: "The price of Zhuyeqing was indeed one spirit stone for two jars three months ago, but what is the price now, you know, not to mention that I ran my legs off and specially picked it up to the mountain..."

The steward put on the look of a fool again. This time Liu Xiaolou had already adapted, and said: "I don't call the price randomly. One spirit stone for two jars of Zhuyeqing, this price definitely won't work. I have no profit at all. No need to add spirit stones, but you add another one hundred and sixty taels."

The steward said: "According to the price last time, one hundred and sixty taels to buy a jar of Zhuyeqing from you, which is equal to paying a spirit stone for the remaining jar, do you think I'm a fool?"

Liu Xiaolou said: "The wine is getting harder and harder to get, you know this."

The steward said: "When our Qingyu Sect returns to Dongting, this spirit wine will naturally be easy to get, you should also know this."

Liu Xiaolou calculated, helplessly: "Then I'd better collect silver."

The two bargained, and finally reached a deal at the price of three hundred and twenty taels of silver.

The exchange of spirit stones and silver has no specific rules, it depends on what is needed and sought. So far, collecting silver is more cost-effective, because he can buy more Bamboo Leaf Green wine with silver. Of course, when to exchange for spirit stones, the timing must also be grasped steadily. Now it is just taking advantage of the conflict between the Qingyu Sect and the Lu family of Mount Tianmu, so he can steal a bite. Otherwise, once the timing passes, the large amount of silver he stores is a risk, and the exchanged spirit stones are not many.

The steward was also very satisfied, because he could finish the task, and didn't need to run to other sects hundreds of miles away to toss. So he said to Liu Xiaolou: "My surname is Hou, you can call me Hou Hou Guanshi. In the future, if you transport spirit wine, leave it all to me, and don't sell it to others, understand? If someone buys it by force, you report my name."

Liu Xiaolou asked carefully: "I heard that your sect has a visiting deacon, also surnamed Hou, I don't know..."

Hou Hou Guanshi smiled: "Oh? Have you heard of my brother? That's right, it's my brother, my own brother."

Liu Xiaolou arched his hands: "Long admired, long admired!"

Hou Hou Guanshi let the servants bring the two jars of Zhuyeqing, carried them away with his hands behind his back, and wandered away. Liu Xiaolou saw him come to Uncle Tian's stall, spent silver to buy two strips of bacon, licked the oil stains he touched on his fingers, smacked his tongue, seemed very satisfied, and hung the bacon on the shoulder pole carried by the servant.

The Hou brothers both have cultivation, belong to the inner sect's deacons and stewards, and cannot be mentioned in the same breath as those outer sect deacons and stewards. Liu Xiaolou hung in the distance, watched his procurement style, and found that he basically bought various meats.

Like to eat meat?

With silver, Liu Xiaolou continued his errand career, traveled nearly two hundred miles to the Tianmen Mountain market, and continued to transport Bamboo Leaf Green wine. He soaked in Hongji Restaurant for four days, got four jars of Bamboo Leaf Green wine, carried them with a shoulder pole, and returned to Mount Wulong overnight.