fifth form

"On the one hand, I have a salary from the imperial court, and on the other hand, I have taught more than a thousand students in Chang'an City. These students always bring some gifts when they come to visit, so I don't have to worry about money."

A monk with the appearance of a great Confucian thought about earning money, but Dong Zhongshu couldn't persuade him to return, which made Dong Zhongshu feel embarrassed.

But under Zhang Xuezhou's repeated cross-examination, Dong Zhongshu revealed the source of his money.

Dong Zhongshu felt that it was useful for him to have food and drink, which made him have no special concept of money. It was nothing more than using more when he had money and less when he had no money.

What he really lacks is the opportunity to step into a higher realm.

For a monk, chances are rare, and when it is difficult to advance in the imperial court, Dong Zhongshu also put a lot of thought on the opportunity to enter the solipsism.

"You are a man of wisdom..."

"If you have a heart, you have to eat!"

Dong Zhongshu's experience is useless, and it has nothing to do with any of the ways to make a fortune that Zhang Xuezhou imagined he could learn from.

He murmured that he wanted to earn money to buy medicine, and then carried forward the characteristics of the Yin Yang family's alchemy, which made Dong Zhongshu shake his head for a while.

"If you really want to improve your alchemy skills, you must have the support of a powerful party," Dong Zhongshu said.

"What power?"

"At least the grandson of the king" Dong Zhongshu said: "Except for wandering monks who occasionally practice alchemy, only these people can afford the real alchemy!"

"Do you have any powerful introduction?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't care who made alchemy for him.

As the successor of Li Bugui, he hasn't learned the skills yet, but he definitely has the ability to keep the oil in his hand.

As long as there is a powerful person who refines hundreds of bigu powders, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can definitely keep ten or eight of them privately.

"I don't know any tyrants." Dong Zhongshu pursed his lips and said, "A powerful family doesn't need Peiyuandan and Bigu scattered scum!"

"Are you saying that my alchemy skills are insufficient, and it is basically impossible for me to be favored by a powerful family?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Xuezhou was quite bored by Dong Zhongshu's straightforward response, and felt that he had been exposed to a useless possibility of alchemy.

Dong Zhongshu made a suggestion, but Dong Zhongshu's suggestion still belongs to listening to what you say is better than talking.

"Your ability to circulate mana all over your body is somewhat special, can you discuss it with each other?"

When taking Zhang Xuezhou to eat at the official dining place of the prefect's mansion, Dong Zhongshu also thought carefully.

His opening made Zhang Xuezhou more energetic.

"Master Dong, do you think anyone will come to listen to my lecture?" Zhang Xuezhou asked expectantly: "My request is not high, as long as they can bring me some ginseng, Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, Polygonatum, Polygonum multiflorum, Baizi, Yiren, Rehmannia glutinosa , pine nuts will do!"

"Did you see the scene where Wen Weng gave a lecture and couldn't even get everyone together?"

"I see!"

Dong Zhongshu replied, which immediately made Zhang Xuezhou dejected and let go of his thoughts to follow him.

It is difficult to make small money, but it is even more difficult to make big money.

The business of Shu County City is extremely primitive, and Zhang Xuezhou's many references in reality are useless.

If there is any way to enter the account in a steady stream, it is only Zhang Xuezhou to grab a pig butcher stall, and then run the pig butcher business.

It's not a problem for him to bully some market tyrants with his current cultivation base of the True Spirit Realm, but it's hard to say for Zhang Xuezhou after losing control of his body.

Not only was he unable to resist the city tyrants who came to his door after finding out his physical problems, but he was also unable to operate normally when he returned to reality.

If there is no big boss to take care of him, Zhang Xuezhou will hardly have money in his account.

However, Dong Zhongshu, the boss he was fawning on at this time, is also a person who spends money when he has money, and the sheriff of Wen County is constantly investing his family's income in the construction of Shu County City, not a squanderer.

It is almost impossible to get money from these two people.

"Brother Zhao, you haven't thought about tea or food for the past few days, and your complexion doesn't seem to be very good?"

"Brother Zhang, to tell the truth, I have been dreaming again and again for the past few days. Every time I dream that the Naba snake swallows me in one mouthful, I am afraid that something unclean will get on my body!"

There were a lot of people eating in the dining room of the Sheriff's Mansion, Zhang Xuezhou followed Dong Zhongshu to find a seat and sat down, slurping the food without taste.

He was thinking about his own fortune in his mind, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't look away until the sound of breaking was heard.

At the dining table more than ten meters away, Zhao Liang had already dropped the pottery bowl.

His eyes were a little straight, and his face was also pale. He didn't have the sense of surging energy and blood of a warrior at all, and there was even a trace of fear when he looked at the pottery bowl he had dropped on the ground.

Zhang Xuezhou swept over the pottery bowls and food that fell on the ground, and then looked inside his own pottery bowl.

The meal is rice, with sunflower, two taro, and a piece of pork the size of a palm, which almost fills the bowl.

This kind of diet looks very simple, but compared to the folks, the food of the Sheriff's Mansion is already extremely high-quality.

As the highest official institution in Shu County, the food in the Sheriff's Mansion is obviously not bad.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the many foods in the pottery bowl, and when he swept his eyes away, he was already fixed on the sunflower.

Sunflower is the current staple vegetable, green and long.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the sunflower, and then looked at Zhao Liang with lingering fears. He felt that the other party might have been affected by the snake shadow after participating in the Ba Snake mission. After seeing the sunflower, he suddenly had hallucinations and was shocked.

It is absurd that a living person should be frightened by a vegetable, but it may be true again.

This is obviously not an easy-to-explain reason. Zhao Liang's face was extremely ugly at the moment, and his forehead even broke out in cold sweat when he looked at the sunflowers on the ground.

It has been seven days since I participated in the mission to kill Ba Snake, and many things have not subsided.

This includes Ba Snake who escaped, and Zhao Liang who was injured during the mission.

Shooting Ba Snake from a long distance and touching Ba Snake at close range are two different concepts. Zhao Liang can still feel the coldness of Ba Snake's body, including the deep breath that makes him despair after touching it.

Not only was he injured when he was hit by a bamboo raft while hunting Ba snake in Taipingyan, he also left the shadow of seeing long sticks and long strips.

Whenever he is distracted, such objects in his eyes may turn into snakes.

When he just ate, the sunflower in the pottery bowl had obviously turned into a snake, which almost frightened him when he put the vegetables in his mouth.

Even those sunflowers thrown to the ground remained unchanged. Zhao Liang looked up and saw many people swallowing with snakes in their mouths.

In just a few seconds, these people who swallowed had already turned into the appearance of a snake when they shook their heads.

Zhao Liang was terrified, he looked at Zhang Shu beside him, and saw Zhang Shu's kind face changed, and it also turned into a snake staring at him.

This made him couldn't help shouting, and he drew out the long sword at his waist and slammed it at Zhang Shu.

"Ah~"

Zhang Shu held the pottery bowl to block it, and the long sword smashed through the pottery bowl and landed on his shoulder.

The pain of being hit on the shoulder came, Zhang Shu couldn't bear it anymore, he punched back with his blood and strength.

Zhao Liang's recalcitrance was not as strong as he imagined. This friend who was usually his brother was punched flying by him, and then he lay on the ground and never got up again.

In a short period of time, there was a vicious confrontation, and there was a sudden chaos in the dining room.