It was halflight.

Many monks in the stall market had already gotten up early in the morning and were busy with their work.

There are more than tens of thousands of monks in Guyue Immortal City, ranging from small casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi cultivation to big monks in the late stage of Qi training, all of whom are engaged in the stall industry here.

There are thousands of long-term practitioners and tens of thousands of roving stalls. It can be said that all casual cultivators have more or less had the experience of going to this market to sell goods.

They either accidentally picked up some scattered spiritual objects from the wild, or eliminated some unused artifacts from themselves, or made their own talismans, formations, and self-refining elixirs.

Of course, the most are the vendors who wholesale and retail all kinds of goods, such as Linggu Lingguo and Lingdan. They buy large quantities from large families and large shops that produce such goods on a regular basis, and bring them to this market to sell in bulk, because they do not have to bear the high rent of the shops, but they can also earn some of the difference from the price.

Although the profit is thin, it can be regarded as a business that can accumulate for the rest of the year.

Hua Ying went out of the stall in the morning, set up bottles and cans, hung up price cards, and did not call for buying, but sat there and waited for the buyer to come to the door.

She has been in this business for a long time, and she has found some ways to find some doorways by herself, and all the vendors who sell scarce goods, such as spiritual grass, elixir, and magic weapons, do not need to shout to attract customers, and customers will come to the door. Most of the buyers of this kind of spiritual object look at the quality of the thing, and if the quality is poor, even if the price is low, it will not attract many people.

After a while, as the morning market gradually opened, scattered monks came to inquire about the price.

"Girl, why are you selling this scattered valley?"

The first to ask for the price was a 60-year-old man in good spirits. The second-level cultivator of his Qi is dressed plainly, carrying an old basket with some soil goods that have just been dug out of the ground, as if he has just finished working in the field.

Hua Ying first looked at the appearance of the person who came, pondered for a while, and after calculating the cost slightly, she quoted a price:

"Uncle, this is a jar of low-grade spirit stones, I have all fresh goods, and it hasn't been long since it was refined."

Because this kind of Bigusan is really cheap, the prices in the market are very messy, and most of the stall owners and buyers negotiate the price on their own, as long as the two sides negotiate it, it is not very clear, so she did not write the price on the wooden sign.

As for the price of a low-grade spirit stone, it is definitely not expensive, and the amount of this jar of medicinal powder almost requires several furnaces of semi-finished Bigu Dan to be full.

The old man unloaded the basket from his back, squatted down, picked up a clay pot, grabbed a handful of medicinal powder from it, smelled it, nodded and said:

"Yes, yes, it's really new, it's not like it's old. My baby is going to go into the mountains with a group of them, and they want me to help him buy some food on the road to eat, you see, can it be cheaper? ”

"Uncle, it's already very cheap, this is all refined from the top grade Spirit Valley, and you won't be hungry for a few days after eating a bite!"

Hua Ying also knew that most of the monks who would come to buy Bigusan were not wealthy, so she didn't expect to make money with this thing, and she was very satisfied with it.

Really rich monks don't come to buy this kind of thing to eat at all, and those of them either eat fresh spirit melons and spirit fruits, or simply take the best Bigu Dan. Comparatively speaking, the erysipelas of the finished pill are much less than that of such semi-finished powder.

"Count Liao, little girl, it's not easy to do some business, I won't cut that price with you."

The old man sighed, groped in his arms for a long time, and only then did he find a spirit stone with a faint blue light, "One can is one can, let my baby save some food, and it can almost deal with three or five months." ”

Seeing that it had just opened and made its first business today, Hua Ying happily took the spirit stone, and did not forget to instruct:

"Okay, uncle, you must take it, be careful not to hit the can."

"You girl is quite polite, not bad. Speaking of which, my baby is a few years older than you, and now he also has a fourth-level Qi practice, and he can go to the fifth layer after two years of cultivation. Girl, do you want me to tell you two kisses, uncle? ”

The old man picked up the basket again, and before leaving, he looked at the white-haired girl in front of him and said in thought.

"No, no, uncle, you go slowly."

Hua Ying only thought about doing business and didn't have the mind to do this, so she was speechless for a while, and refused the other party with a smile.

When the old man shook his head and walked away, she hummed again and continued to fiddle with the bottles and cans on the stall.

The morning went by in a flash.

The sales of Bigusan are excellent, and before noon, the stalls have been sold out, which makes Hua Ying cry out that the price is too low.

However, Bigu Dan is rarely frequented, and only two bottles are sold, about twenty pills.

That Bigu Dan is really not something that ordinary monks can afford to eat, and they will come to buy it, and most of them are monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation. Ordinary Qi cultivators in the middle and early stages of Qi cultivation only choose to scatter their hunger.

Although there is erysipelas scattered in Nabigu, which will affect the cultivation in the future, but there are many poor monks, they don't talk about what will happen in the future, anyway, what is cheap to eat now, as for the future, then we will talk about it later.

Twenty or thirty grains of Bigu Dan are only worth eight or nine lower-grade spirit stones, plus those Bigu San, in the whole morning, Hua Ying harvested a total of nearly twenty lower-grade spirit stones.

This bit of spirit stone, although it is far less fast than selling spirit grass directly to make money, is better than being unnoticeable, and few people will pay attention to a small vendor selling Bigu Dan. Moreover, this business is extremely stable, and if Hua Ying sets up a stall for a long time in the future, she can also earn a lot of spirit stones.

After closing the stall at noon, Hua Ying put the remaining pill bottles into a storage bag, preparing to come back another day.

She then went elsewhere in the market, staggering, to a stall set up by a young monk.

The young monk heard his voice before he saw him, and when he opened his eyes with his eyes closed, he instantly smiled and said:

"I haven't seen you for many days, but Daoyou can be regarded as coming."

Hua Ying was not surprised, she arched her hand at this person, and then asked, "Listening to Daoyou's words, it seems that there is a new seed in your hand?" ”

"Hey, it's natural! Since my brother was entrusted by Taoist friends, he went up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire every day, and ran into the mountain several times in a row, and finally got some spiritual grass seeds. You see, these are the astral grass species. Cloves and three white grass species, Xuanhuang leaf species"

The young monk then took out a few cloth bags from the storage bag and reported the names of several wild spirit grasses in a row, causing Hua Ying to smack her tongue again and again.

In addition to the Star Condensation Grass, most of the others were adjuvancies for refining Qi Gathering Pills, and even some of them were adjuvants of more high-level Qi Inducing Pills, and it was really surprising to present these seeds at once.

Hua Ying couldn't hold back her excited look and hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, how did you find so many spirit grass seeds?" Is there something about your brother? ”

(End of chapter)