Buddhism and Taoism all say that there are three poisons in the world, one is greed, the second is hatred, and three are foolishness. The word "greed" is in the first place.

And my current state, isn't it a kind of greed?

Behind greed, it is bound to bring new confusion, my eyes are a fork in the road, is it to the left or to the right? I am the only one who can come up with the answer.

This kind of thing is actually not difficult to weigh. It is nothing more than an analysis of the pros and cons, first of all, I believe in the master, he will not take a useless book to make me happy, from this point of view, I believe in this book unconditionally, which means that as long as I can gather the required materials, my chances of winning will be greatly improved; On the other hand, if it takes too long, the transaction may not be cost-effective, after all, the cost of time is the biggest investment.

These things were always circling in my mind, and I didn't sleep much that night, and I was just a little sleepy, and I was awakened by these things.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, I sat up angrily, patted the bed board heavily, tossed and turned all night, and finally made a decision - give yourself a week, if there is no improvement within a week, this matter will be given up directly, and everything will go according to the original plan!

Since there is a direction, there is naturally a motivation. Now that you've thought about it, let's get started!

For now, I'm going to put together the easiest materials to buy first, and I'll talk about the rest. When the situation was urgent, Yu Lan and the papermaker just took out my backpack and threw all the cinnabar I used in the house.

For the sake of insurance, I deliberately staggered the time period, set off at different times every day, took many detours, went to different herb shops, bought a lot of cinnabar and realgar, and purchased some daily necessities by the way.

And the rest of the strange things can only be inquired about. As an outsider with no relatives and no reason, it is not easy to ask for some information in this strange land.

I thought about it carefully, and wanted to inquire about these strange things, so I could only wander around the market.

People say that the market is a mixed bag, but it is this "mixed fish" that can help! I opened the map and found the largest bazaar in Gandu, the biggest advantage of this bazaar is that there are many merchants who have contacts with people from surrounding villages and towns, so it is equivalent to me opening up a lot of indirect intelligence channels.

And at this time, the money Yu Lan gave me came in handy, after all, money can make ghosts grind.

I changed into my old clothes, pulled a hat and fastened it on my head, and changed three taxis in a row on the way to the market. I must admit that I have a bit of a pawn now.

There are various stalls on both sides of the market, ranging from rice, flour, grain and oil, to daily small bai, all of which are intertwined with the sounds of traders and buyers bargaining, and everyone is trying their best to raise their voices, for fear that the other party will not hear clearly. And the bustling flow of people, as far as the eye can see, is full of crowded heads, and even walking saves a lot of effort. After all, if I don't leave, the people behind me will squeeze me into the chaotic crowd.

When I saw this scene, my head was big. With so many people, where do I go? I can't just pull a person over and ask, where is there a coffin board? Isn't that?

Of course, there are disadvantages and advantages to everything, and in such a noisy environment, if I really have a tail behind me, it is easy to get rid of it.

I looked for a wall with less crowds and watched everyone in the bazaar intently, when suddenly an old beggar with a broken bowl in his hand came into my sight.

I was slightly stunned, my body was like a burst of electric current, and a temporary plan came to my mind.

The profession of beggars seems to be very undignified, but in fact, they are all good at traveling from south to north, and the world they have seen and the information they have mastered are by no means comparable to ordinary people. I was about to go up and talk, but I stopped.

My mouth was full of northern accents, and he must have been wary of me, and he would have told me that he might have known and would not have told me.

I looked at the beggars who were moving closer to me, and thought, I need the initiative in this kind of thing.

The beggar drew closer and closer to me, and I strode past the beggar with my head held high. Soon, the crowd overwhelmed the beggar, and I was almost on the other side of the market.