"This is the poison you asked for the last time you asked for a letter, and the price is only a thousand taels of gold."

Chen Mengtian's casual attitude was exchanged for a slight twitch in the corners of his lips exposed under Feng Hui's mask.

Her tone was as if the thousand taels of gold were not worth mentioning.

Feng Hui picked up the bottles and cans on the table, and there was handwriting on the bottle, which was the name of the poison.

Chen Mengtian explained the various effects of these poisons to Feng Hui one by one.

"Beige is not specialized in selling poisons, so each poison is only sold in one bottle, and each bottle of medicine cannot be sold to the same person, and there will be no more when it is sold out."

Although Chen Mengtian loves money, he will not blindly make money.

The North Pavilion grocery store is not a specialized, selling such poisons.

Feng Hui raised his eyes to look at Chen Mengtian, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, I got it." He answered.

Thinking of coming here this time, for another purpose, Chen Mengtian took out a small medicine bag from his arms.

She raised the medicine bag in her palm and shook it in front of Feng Hui's eyes.

"Does the Pavilion Master know what this is?"

Beware that the partition wall has ears, Chen Mengtian goes with the flow, also known as Feng Hui and the pavilion master.

Feng Hui looked at the things in her hand, but he couldn't see the contents clearly, and he said lazily: "I don't know." ”

I don't even care at all, and I don't wonder what it's in.

It's nothing more than some kind of medicine, some poison, or some strange thing.

Since managing the North Pavilion grocery store, he has really opened his eyes, and the things he knows are too incredible.

Especially those strange and various medicines, the most shocking thing is the thousand-year-old snow lotus.

This object is a rare thing, and now the rumor has not yet spread, and once it spreads, it will inevitably attract forces from all sides to watch.

Even powerful people from other countries will come to intervene.

Just because there is a legend about this thousand-year-old snow lotus, it can come back to life.

Compared with ginseng, Polygonum multiflori, and Ganoderma lucidum, it has ten times and a hundred times the effect.

Chen Mengtian saw that he was not interested, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes.

"Why don't we go to the backyard and try the power of this pack, you will know what it is, and I don't need to explain more."

Feng Hui naturally had no opinion on her proposal.

The two got up and walked to the backyard of the North Pavilion grocery store.

At the beginning, Chen Mengtian asked Feng Hui to find a bigger place, and there was also a reason for her.

The production of candles is all in this small backyard, and even Feng Hui's subordinates who secretly guard this small building.

The two came to the backyard, and Chen Mengtian stood in the yard, looking for something with his eyes.

Soon, she zeroed in on a rock.

The stone looked like an ornament, and she walked over to it.

He opened the small medicine bag in his hand, sprinkled the black powdery thing inside under the stone, and sprinkled it around the stone.

Feng Hui stood not far away, holding his hands in his hands, leaning against the corridor, just watching Chen Mengtian toss, wanting to see what she could toss.

No matter what it is, there's always something to be made to make money, there's no doubt about that.

Feng Hui never doubted that Chen Mengtian would do useless work.

Everything that came out of her hand could be estimated in silver taels.

The cheapest is also not less than a hundred taels.

If you look at the North Pavilion grocery store, you can see that the cheapest thing here is candles.

But candles are the most profitable in the North Pavilion, accounting for the majority of the monthly income.

Chen Mengtian didn't know what Feng Hui was thinking, so she sprinkled the black fire-medicine in her hand that had been configured a long time ago under the stone.