Su Cheng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile, and said, "The young man is a new mountain picker here?" ”

The bald young man nodded, glanced at Su Cheng up and down, and soon, his eyes fell on the bulging snakeskin bags in front of Su Cheng, and a smile appeared on his face: "Brother, do you have business to hand over to me?"

"Brother, you have a good eye. Su Cheng said: "Hundreds of catties of beasts, little brother, you just send these to the outer gate of the mountain at a distance of 3,000 zhang, and hand these beasts into the hands of Wang Baichuan, the deacon of the inner gate, just say that it is something for Tong Daxian, and he will naturally lead you to Qingyang Peak." ”

Speaking of this, Su Cheng took out an old wooden token from his arms, the token was diamond-shaped, the back pattern was complicated, and the front was just written with a simple word.

Su Chengzhen handed over this token to Jiang Ning's hand with great emphasis, and said with a smile: "This Qingxuan Dao Sect, not just anyone can go up, you take this token, when you go up, behave in a disciplined way, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't say what you shouldn't say, otherwise it will make those immortals unhappy, old man, I can't save you." ”

The bald man nodded repeatedly.

He knew in his heart that Su Cheng really cared about his life or death, but he was worried that he would not be able to get back that little money, and even that precious token, if it was not good, it would be taken back by Qing Xuan, making him lose the qualification to sell at the foot of this mountain.

Su Cheng was very satisfied when he saw the solemn look of the bald man when he put away the token, in fact, these hawkers selling vegetables at the foot of the mountain, if it weren't for their own strength and inability to carry so many things up the mountain, they wouldn't want others to take their tokens to the Qingxuan Mountain Gate at all.

Because once those mountain pickers get some moths on them, they will also be unlucky.

Qingxuan is rich and rich, the same melons, fruits and vegetables, the price they give is more than five times that of the market, especially those private buyers on the mountain, if the heart is good, it is not uncommon to reward a few drops of yuan liquid at a time, but most of these things are swallowed by the mountain pickers who pick things up the mountain, and what they can get as small traders is only five times the price of materials, even so, it is a huge wealth.

Therefore, such a fat difference, it is natural to find a trustworthy mountain picker to cooperate.

Therefore, each vendor will find a fixed one or a few mountain pickers to help him do things.

If it weren't for the fear that the Tong Great Immortal would be in a hurry and not have his own good fruit to eat, Su Cheng would rather spend more money to cooperate with the original person than find the bald middle-aged man in front of him who didn't know the roots.

It's just that at the moment, it is the time when the mountain pickers are the first to go up the mountain, except for this newcomer, where is there anyone else?

He was helpless.

"How much money do you give this trip, old man?" The bald man patiently listened to all Su Cheng's instructions, then rubbed his hands and asked with a smile.

It's all out of the bastards, they're here

Some little people, come out to pick up mountains and sell some strength, isn't it just to earn a few taels of poor wine money?

Su Cheng turned sideways and quietly stretched out three fingers to the bald middle-aged man.

The meaning is obvious, three taels of silver.

A middle-aged woman selling vegetables next door had gone up the mountain early in the morning, and was sitting here at this time, just waiting for the mountain picker to come back and give the money to herself.

At the moment, the woman was bored, and the corner of her eye happened to catch a glimpse of Su Cheng's outstretched three fingers, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes widely, and said to Su Cheng in a sharp voice: "I said that old Su Tou, you are too dark, right?" Even if people are new and don't know how to do it, your seven or eight hundred catties of lively things, if you don't give ten taels, it's really unreasonable, right?"

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman also threw a wink at the bald man.

She is a widow, and she lacks a strong man with the strength of her arms, but she doesn't care about the gossip of others, her son is her own, and it is better than bad, only in the dead of night do you know.

The woman could see at a glance that although the bald mountain picker was middle-aged, he was obviously still a chick, and he looked at the honest friend, was he the one she was looking forward to with her big eyes?

At that moment, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, it's not in vain that I will burn incense for you!"

Su Cheng was pierced by someone, his old face turned red, and he didn't let it go: "I said Widow Qin, I know that you lack men, but you can't see a good guy and show off your four or two winds, right? Tell me, how many men have been pillowed on your soft arms? Eighty or a hundred?"

"Let your mother's dog stink!" The woman stuck her waist in her waist, stepped on a stone in front of her, pointed at Su Cheng's nose and said: "In this life, except for the short-lived old Qin in my family, no other man has touched it, a mouthful of spit and a nail, you old bastard is less bloody there, I am saying, the old lady just fell in love with this bald little brother, if she doesn't look at others, do you still fancy you old widower?

It is said that the widow scolds the street, and the bald man can be regarded as having learned at this time, and he can't help but show a strange smile on his face.

Immediately, he walked to the middle-aged woman's side and said with a smile: "Then this sister, may I also ask, how much can this old gentleman's goods be transported up the mountain, and the mountain guests can be picked up?"

The woman saw that the bald man who could almost be said to be perfect walked to her, and smiled even more, and took three steps and two steps to meet him, and most of them were attached to the man's, "Let's tell you the truth, brother, we, are all selling vegetables on behalf of the people in the surrounding villages, otherwise we alone can get so many things every three or five times, speaking of which, we, the old and weak women and children, are all trusted and cared for by the people in the village, after all, this job is very oily." ”

The woman paused and said, "So, don't hold a grudge against the old man, his wife went early in the morning, and his son was gone a few years ago.

is so miserable alone, and he has to pull a half-year-old grandson, his grandson is now at the age of going to private school, and there are places to use money everywhere, so he wants to save more, in case he kicks his legs away one day, and his grandson has a basis to rely on, right?"

"As for the money, the old guy's things are all living things, Tong Daxian asked, so, when you go up the mountain, those things will generally be tossed back and forth in the burden, your work is naturally harder than others, ordinary grain and vegetables and fruits go up the mountain, to the residence of the named disciple is three taels, to the residence of the outer disciple is twelve taels, after all, the further back the road, the more difficult it is to walk, this old man's goods, it is difficult to luck, sent to the outer door, generally fifteen taels and one lay. ”

The corners of the bald middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that the old Su Tou'er who sold it was too dark, fifteen taels and one lying down, and he was stunned to only give himself three taels, you want to raise your grandchildren, it's not such a way to raise it?

The bald middle-aged man who was good enough to compete with those handsome inner disciples on the mountain turned around, with a black line on his face, stretched out two fingers to the elderly Su Cheng and said, "Eight taels, can't be less!"

The old man smiled and nodded happily.

He didn't really expect that he would agree to say three taels to the bald boy, but it was just six bargaining spaces, only eight taels, in fact, he was already very satisfied.

It's just that seeing that the new mountain picker didn't care, after giving the goods, he couldn't help but ask again and again: "Be careful, don't go wrong!"

At this time, the bald middle-aged man had already picked up the King Kong flat burden, and came to the front of the long stone staircase at the foot of the mountain as soon as he slipped away.

Only in the wind, a voice replied: "Don't worry!"