Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 88 A Small Windfall (Part [-])

Hu Qing: "When can I get it?"

The carpenter clapped his hands: "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? So soon? You can't even dry the paint."

The carpenter smiled: "I just came from the mortal world."

Hu lightly nodded: "That's right."

He said: "The paint used here is different. It will dry after a while without drying it." He also said: "Your thing is too simple. If I give you the board, you can put it together yourself."

That’s right, Hu Qing gave a thumbs up: "Master has a good eye. In our small place, this kind of furniture is made according to the size of the board, and the holes are drilled. It is also a pleasure for anyone who buys it to go home and put it together."

The carpenter shook his head: "It's not authentic, how can anyone treat guests like this."

Hu Qing laughed: "Let's play, master, if you don't want to fight, I will pull it back and beat it myself."

The carpenter still shook his head: "No, no, no, it's bad for my reputation."

It was agreed to pick it up at this time the next day, and when Hu Qing returned home, she let Hu Huahua crawl and play by herself, thinking about the storage bag.

With a crash, the contents inside piled up on the floor.First open the trailer, pick out the ore, and then pick out the spirit stone and put it on the table, a total of eighty-seven yuan.

The broken box and broken table were thrown by the stove, and the fire would be started tomorrow.

Lingzhi put it aside to see if he could sell it at a stall by the river.The knives and swords are afraid of being marked, so put them away first and then deal with them later.Keep the medicine bottle talisman paper for research.There are a few pieces of raw materials for other sundries, and the rest are useless, so throw them away.

A book is written on the Kuanglong Saber Technique, and there are pictures and words in it.The corners of Hu Qing's mouth twitched when he saw the name, he was an absolute fool.

A tube of bamboo slips is written: Changchun Jue.

Changchun formula?It seems that I have heard this name somewhere.

It's still a jade slip, with a faint aura on it, this thing should be much more reliable than that mad dragon sword technique.

When she opened it, she knew all the words engraved on the green and white jade strip, and read it one by one. It seemed to teach people how to cultivate.

"Entraining Qi?" Hu Qing was suspicious: "Why is it different from what Shui Xin taught?"

Shui Xin: Nonsense, Changchun Jue is the basic mental method of Rotten Street, and you can buy it with ten low-grade spirit stones. What I teach you is the orthodox Buddhism, the superior mental method.

Hu Qing instinctively looked down on this thing, so what good things can a poor ghost have?

Dahan: Am I poor?You go to the monks like me to compare, I have some wealth.

Hu Qing still didn't recognize the gap between rich and poor monks.People like Hu Nuan, who are young and have good spiritual roots, are fortunate enough to be accepted as direct disciples by the real people of the big sect. In the cruel world of self-cultivation, there are many low-level cultivators who have difficulty surviving and kill red eyes for a piece of spiritual stone.

Therefore, Hu Qing is also a rich man in a sense, it depends on who he compares with.

A windfall made her satisfied, but it was also full of crises.It's terrible, but if you go to the suburbs to pick up a stone, someone will snatch it. Fortunately, she was prepared this time, and fortunately that person looked down on her negligence. If she met someone who was cautious, she would be the one who died.

Hu Qing took a deep breath and felt that he still needed to prepare more means.

I took the storage bag to wash, soaked it in the basin and poured the saponins, thinking of Hu Nuan's torn silk cloth, I took it out from under the pillow and soaked it together.

If you don't talk about mother and daughter, Hu Nuan can't finish washing and Hu Qing can't finish washing, but Hu Nuan thinks it's fun, and Hu Qing has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Her obsession with cleanliness also occurs intermittently. She doesn't pay attention to it outside the house, but she can't bear it at home. After the end of the world, she can't afford to pay attention to it. Now that the conditions are better, she can't help but pay attention to it again.

I always feel that the storage bag used by the big man smells of stinky feet, and the rags are visibly dirty to the naked eye.

Wash and wash, I used up a can of soap locust liquid, and it was dark, so Hu Qing rinsed it with clean water and wrung it out.

will be satisfied.

"Huh, I can use it now."

The storage bag wasn't dirty at first, so washing it for half a day just made her feel better.

And that piece of tattered silk cloth is still the color of gray neither gray nor yellow.

"Eh? There's an extra point here?"

There were originally five white spots washed out by Hu Nuan on the silk cloth, but now there is another light golden spot far away from the white spots.

Now Hu Nuan became interested: "I want to see how you look after washing."

Started washing again.

Hu Huahua somehow climbed down from the high place, climbed to the door and rested her small head on the threshold, looked at the possessed Hu Qing sadly, and let out a sound in her throat for a long time: Woo.

Hu Qing didn't hear it, and was engrossed in washing the silk cloth.

Hu Huahua seemed to sigh, and let out a hum with all her strength.

Hu Qing turned her head and said, "What's your name? Mom is busy."

Hu Huahua: "... woo woo woo."

Hu Qing: "Hungry?"

Hu Huahua: "Woo, woo."

Eat meat, not vegetarian.Also, shouldn't you be surprised that I talked to you?

Throwing the silk cloth into the basin, Hu Qing shook his hands and walked over, picked it up and rubbed his little head: "So you are not a little dumb."

Hu Huahua: I feel wronged.

"Then reward you for talking and roasting a chicken."

With Hu Huahua in the family, the ingredients are bought in continuously. Hu Qing is content, that is, she, who would want to raise a dog like this for others.

Hu Huahua: Not a dog.

Hang two in the oven, chop one and put it on the grill, and ask what kind of expenditure it is for a whole family of carnivores.

While gnawing on a chicken thigh, Hu Qing asked Hu Huahua: "This is not going to work. Our family of three are all monks, and it is not a solution to eat ordinary ingredients. Reiki ingredients are expensive, and they are not affordable for a family like ours. , what do you think I went hunting?"

"I don't know what animals can be eaten and what can't be eaten. You said why can't you grow up quickly and just be a hunting dog for me."

Hu Huahua: I'm really not a dog.

After eating and tidying up, Hu Qing picked up the storage bag to study, how does this thing recognize its owner?bleeding?
I pricked my finger with a needle and squeezed out the blood to drip on it, the storage bag sucked the blood in, and immediately Hu Qing could see clearly inside.

Raising eyebrows, it turns out that dripping blood is omnipotent.

This time, things will not be scattered randomly when she puts them inside. As long as she thinks about it, things will be placed where she wants to put them.

She put it away in surprise, like a child playing with a new toy.Hu Huahua looked at it amusedly at the beginning, but then got bored of it. A broken storage space is nothing to play with.

kindness?If you don’t think you have fun, then what is it to have fun?
Hu Huahua was confused.

After Hu Qing had played enough, she carefully tied the storage bag behind her belt. In other words, she is still wearing the clothes Qingyan gave her. It is really convenient and can be cleaned automatically. from such clothes.

Sleeping until early in the morning, Hu Qing got up, she was going out of the city to collect herbs, she walked to the yard and glanced casually, only to find that the silk cloth was still soaking in the basin, she took it out and put it on the stove, let's talk about it when I come back.

Hu Qing walked to the city gate just as the sky was turning white, and went straight out of the city to find that the land outside the city was very wet.Is it raining?It hasn't rained in the city, is it possible that Fangshi's enchantment is still separated from the rain?No, it rained in the city before.Is it a local shower?
Hu Qing was going to pick ghost mushrooms, he must have grown up a bit after not going there for so long, but when he went there, they were all gone!
(End of this chapter)