I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 10: How long has it been since the word "simple folk customs" was used as a compliment?

Hearing Feng Xue say this, the old man hesitated for a moment, but after looking at Feng Xue's clothes, he put the cigarette in front of his nose and sniffed it, then clamped it to his ear without any instruction, and then spoke:

"That young master is the son of Mr. Qin, a wealthy family in the county. He's well-educated. The one behind him is Mr. Zhao Sanye, the master of the Subduing Tiger Fist. Although he's only considered second-rate in the martial arts world, he's a top-notch expert in our county! This one..."

Having said this, the old man hesitated for a moment before he seemed to have found a relatively appropriate name and said:
"This young master probably wants to discuss business with the Qin family, right? Then I advise you to go directly to the foreign company and find the manager. Although this young master Qin has been educated abroad, he must have been stupid because of all the reading! He speaks in a bunch of nonsense all the time. You won't get anything out of him!"

At this point, the old man shook his head with a "prodigal son" expression on his face, as if he was disdainful of the so-called foreigners.

"Oh." Feng Xue had a clue in his mind and immediately smiled.

"I'm not particularly interested in Mr. Qin. I'm just curious about experts. By the way, are there any experts in our county? Not martial artists, but those who... well, the kind who are proficient in divination."

Hearing Feng Xue's question, the old man's eyes showed understanding, and after considering his words, he said:
"Speaking of masters of the mystical sect, there are quite a few in our county. For example, Aunt Jiu is a well-known sorceress in the surrounding area. People in the area usually go to her for help with fortune-telling or divination. She also handles funerals and coffins, but those are somewhat unlucky, so it's best not to bother her unless necessary.

"There's also Taoist Priest Qian from the North City Charity Cemetery. He has two disciples with him. I heard he was a skilled ghost catcher and demon hunter when he was young. Now that he's older, he plans to live out his retirement in peace. He usually just helps people with feng shui and the like. But if something really happens, he won't back down. For example, a few years ago, there was a zombie outbreak in the north, and the entire village was almost wiped out. In the end, he was the one who took people to deal with it.

"The other one is Miss Lan. Her ancestors came from the north, and they were immortals for generations, but her generation stopped being that way. She went abroad to study medicine for a few years, and after returning, she opened a pharmacy. But I think her so-called Western medicine is still made by immortals. You can see it if you walk two blocks ahead..."

At this point, the old man seemed to remember something and said with some disdain:
"Oh right! There's also a foreign monk. I heard he's a disciple of some foreign god or something, but he doesn't have any special skills. He just hands out juice and noodles every now and then to trick those who are looking for a bargain into listening to his lectures... But the county magistrate trusts him very much and allocated him a good piece of land."

Listening to the old man's words with clear likes and dislikes, Feng Xue couldn't help but want to laugh. Although the old man was not interested in "foreign temples", he did not deliberately ignore them, which showed his simple nature. If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet a good person, it would mean that the customs of the people in this county should be pretty good.

With this in mind, Feng Xue couldn't help but speculate on the situation of this world based on the known information -

This world should look similar to his original world, with the technological level being roughly that of the early to mid-twentieth century. Bicycles can occasionally be seen on the streets, but there are no cars at all.

In addition, judging from the old man's mental state and the living conditions of the people in this county town, they are actually better than those in his own country during the same period. Either the place is remote enough, or the existence of supernatural powers has caused some deviations in the history here.

However, Feng Xue also understood that such an old man certainly could not have access to any high-level information. All he knew were probably just street rumors and the like. He could listen to them, but whether he could believe them or not depended on his own experience.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue asked the old man about the location of the pawnshop again. However, after knowing that there was a money house in the county town, he immediately gave up the pawnshop and directly exchanged the gold beans for some cash and coins.

Although he could easily sell the watch worth a dozen dollars in his pocket for a high price at a pawnshop, given his low risk tolerance, he still chose a safer money house, even if it was only a little safer.

"Boss, how much are the sesame cakes?" With money in his pocket, Feng Xue immediately came to a breakfast stall. The boss was a little impatient and wanted to glance at the sign to let him see it himself, but when he saw that Feng Xue was dressed differently from ordinary people, his expression changed immediately and he said with a smile:
"Sir, two vegetarian sesame cakes for one cent. We have both sweet and savory ones with butter, one cent each. I also have some braised pork here, cut them up and put them in there, they're so delicious! Only three cents each!"

"Then pack two butter ones for me, one sweet and one salty." Feng Xue, who had walked more than ten kilometers after getting up early, immediately took out three coins and handed them over, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

Although it was just a small action, the boss's glance back itself meant that the literacy rate in this world was probably not low.

"I paid about ten grams of gold beans and exchanged them for fifteen strings of cash, or fifteen thousand coins. Judging from the price of sesame cakes, the price of gold is higher than it is today, but grain prices are grain prices. If it were a luxury item, the premium would probably be even greater. But overall, it should be relatively stable."

"Sir, one piece of butter is one cent! You gave too much." Just as Feng Xue was thinking, the pancake vendor had already wrapped the pancakes. Seeing the money Feng Xue gave, he immediately reminded him. Feng Xue smiled and said:

"I want to ask you something. I heard there's a medicine shop run by an immortal here. I don't know how to get there."

There was no special reason why he went to this so-called immortal pharmacy first. It was simply because they ran a pharmacy, and the pharmacy and the clinic were inseparable. It would be more appropriate for him to go there to ask about his life-shortening illness than to go to the old lady who did funerals or the old Taoist priest who ran a morgue, right?

"How can I ask you for money for such a small thing?" After hearing Feng Xue's question, the pancake owner handed over the pancake and a penny, then pointed and said:

"Go down this road, and there's a small Western-style building selling rouge. It's quite conspicuous. Turn right when you see the rouge shop, and it's the second one! But Miss Lan doesn't like people talking about her family affairs. If you're here to get some medicine, that's fine, but if... well, you know what I mean!"

"Then boss, please give me another buttered pancake." Seeing the boss's look of "I understand your thoughts very well", Feng Xue didn't care what he was thinking. He took the two pancakes in his hand and still didn't take the coin. The boss smiled and handed him another pancake wrapped in oil paper. Feng Xue took the pancake and ate it while walking.

I don’t know if it’s because I ate two meals of compressed biscuits, but the simple-looking butter pancake was surprisingly crispy in my mouth. The little bit of malt sugar in it was far inferior to the various sugars we have today, but it was just so delicious.

"The old man before was the same, and so was the owner of this pancake stall. It seems that the people in this county are indeed simple and honest! Well, of course, it may also be because they think I don't look like an ordinary commoner."

Feng Xue glanced at the windbreaker on his body. Although it had nothing to do with the nobility in his perception, for people of this era, it might actually be more valuable than the dress suit worn by Mr. Qin before.
As they were eating and walking, Feng Xue's expression suddenly became a little strange.

He saw the small Western-style building, but the rouge...

"Oh my goodness, perfume and foundation are actually rouge?" Looking at the wooden sign with the six big characters "Meilansha Rouge", Feng Xue wanted to complain for a moment, but first -

"Meilansha? Is that the Meilansha I know that makes aromatherapy oils? Does he also sell foundation? Is it a translation issue? Or is it a subtle coincidence of the same name from a parallel world?"

(End of this chapter)