Mountain eggs are a little different from domestic eggs, the size of a cub's fist, the shell is blue-green, smooth and spotless, and it looks quite attractive.

Jiang Fuyuan came over to take a look, and the three pheasants had dug out the grass pit in place at some point, and there were six big eggs lying quietly in the grass pit at this time.

"Good fellow, so good?"

seemed to understand that Jiang Fukite was praising them, and the three pheasants shook their feathers, walked on two thick chicken feet, and twisted their buttocks on the spot.

A posture that Bao Jun is satisfied with.

Jiang Fuyuan hurriedly took out a few cabbages, tore them, and sprinkled them in front of the pheasants.

"Eat, make up more, and strive for another fifteen, six, seven, eighty, or nine tonight, and sell them together tomorrow."

Pheasants: ...... Elder, this is not the Great Immortal, this is the Living Hades!

After harvesting the vegetables and eggs, I negotiated with the villagers about the price of renting a mule cart to go to the town to catch the market for a day, but the sky was as dark as ink and so thick that it could not be melted.

For dinner, I used shredded cabbage and baked vegetable cakes, and only a little salt was sprinkled with salt, so sweet that I almost swallowed my tongue together.

Arrange for the well-fed two cubs to go back to their new rooms to sleep, and Jiang Fuyuan lay on the bed and endured his hands to count them.

“…… There are not hundreds, but there are also seventy or eighty...... When the time comes, add some egg money and make up a whole penny......"

Little Fat was coiled on the branch of the locust tree in the northwest corner of the room, and watched curiously as Jiang Fukite stretched out a few green onion white fingers and clicked down.

The northwest corner is the feng shui yin position, accompanied by yin locust branches, which can nourish its soul body.

Comfortably rubbing its back, it couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you doing?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan said lazily: "Count the money, I plan to wait until tomorrow to finish selling the vegetables and buy a few new clothes for the eldest and second babies." ”

Glancing at it, he added, "I'll burn a few pieces for you, what color do you like?" ”

Chubby blinked: "The money from selling vegetables may not be enough." ”

"Not enough for what? Do you want a lot? ”

"It's not." Xiaopang changed from four to eight forks to a cat with his hands, facing his owner who obviously didn't know the price, "Vegetables are generally a few pennies a pound, and all the vegetables we collected today are sold, and we can't afford to buy new clothes." ”

Jiang Fuyuan was stupid on the spot, she had never paid attention to the price of vegetables since she was born and after she came through, she didn't need it before, and now she hasn't had a chance to pay attention to it.

How many big baskets of vegetables can't be sold for a few dollars?

Then she also made a bold statement today and said to the cubs that they would eat a big meal every day in the future......

I didn't hear Jiang Fuyuan speak again for a long time, and Xiaopang pressed his voice and gently probed: "Master, have you slept?" ”

In the middle of the night, a female voice full of resentment sounded in the night: "I can't sleep...... I'm too poor to sleep......"

In her life, this is the first time she has sincerely worried about money.

"Alas......"

Another long, sorrowful sigh.

Why didn't she know that money was so hard to earn!

knew that money in this world was so difficult to earn, and when she broke up, she should have opened her mouth wider and bitten a piece of meat from the Ke family.

It's not that I can't sleep at night for a few clothes now.

The ghost is connected to the master's heart, and the little fat lying on the locust branch is also very uncomfortable.

If only it could help its owner make money, or if it could remember what happened to its own body and know where it was buried......

Why don't it ask if the other ghosts are buried with them? It's not bad to make a windfall for your owner......

Recalling all kinds of messy things out of whimsy, Chubby suddenly remembered the scene when Jiang Fuyuan reminded the village chief of the Ke family before.

It immediately became excited: "Master! Don't you know how to tell divination? ”

Jiang Fuyuan spread out on the bed and pretended to be dead, and hummed a monosyllable weakly in response.

The little fat floated to the side of her bed, and the whole ghost looked very energetic: "You can set up a stall to tell fortunes!" I remember that those masters were very expensive for fortune telling! ”

[Can you still make money in this world? 】

Helping people solve disasters and solving problems in the cultivation realm is to accumulate merit, especially to help mortals, they can improve their cultivation, and if they are lucky, they will also be rewarded by the Heavenly Dao, and there is a great opportunity, and there is no such thing as a cultivator who will ask the other party to pay money or other external things in this way.

But there is no chance of cultivating truth in this world.

Jiang Fuyuan sat up from the bed and seriously thought about Xiaopang's suggestion.

She remembered that she had helped the village chief resolve the catastrophe of the children's palace in the name of Fu Kite Immortal Venerable, as well as the almost imperceptible power of faith afterwards.

Perhaps, she can really use this method to make money and collect new faith powers......

Just do it, the next day, two new stalls with different styles in the Qingshui Town Market attracted many curious eyes.

One is a vegetable stall with several baskets of fresh vegetables, and the cabbage, radishes, etc. on it are more plump and tender than any in the market, that is, the stall owners are two children.

The other is the hexagram stall next to the vegetable stall. Only a simple narrow wooden table is covered with white coarse cloth, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances with the words "fortune telling, divination, disaster and misfortune", which is extremely shabby.

The strange place of the hexagram stall is also the stall owner himself, and the other hexagram stall owners are Taoist priests and the like, no matter how bad they are, they are also blind, and they are said to increase their credibility because they have been retributioned by leaking the heavenly machine.

The owner of this hexagram stall is a beauty with eyebrows like green daisies, lips like danko, and beautiful scenery.

Judging by her clothes and hair buns, she is still a married woman.

Which good lady will come to do the fortune-telling business, nine times out of ten she is a liar.

The two stalls standing next to each other instantly formed a stark contrast.

The vegetable stalls are full of people, and the customers who ask the price have been stubble after stubble, and they have not been interrupted since the opening of the market.

The hexagram stall was deserted and deserted, no one cared, and even passers-by glanced at Jiang Fukite with disdain, and their eyes were clearly scolding her for fishing straight hooks, shameless.

Before the market opened, Ke Mingsong took the initiative to talk to other vegetable vendors by taking advantage of his appearance, and had already figured out the approximate price of vegetables in this market, and after comparing the quality of the goods of other vegetable stalls, he decided to set the price of his vegetables at the average price for a penny more.

Even if it is so expensive, people are willing to buy it from him because of the quality of the food.

Before noon, the cabbage and radish were snatched up, and the peanuts and edamame were left.

Only mountain eggs are uncared for.

There was no mountain egg sold in the bazaar, and he couldn't find a reference that was not good for pricing, so he had to set a random ten pennies, but he didn't expect a few people who asked the price to think it was expensive.

Yesterday's six plus twelve in the morning, a whole eighteen eggs were not sold.

Xiaopang looked at the stall guarded by the two cubs, and then looked at Jiang Fukite's hexagram stall, shook his head and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, and it is even more tragic when compared with it.

Jiang Fuyuan, who sat on the cold bench all morning: ......

The little cub came over at the right time and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "A-Niang, it's okay, my brother has made a lot of money, my brother said to buy me candy to eat later, and I asked my brother to buy one for A-Niang too." ”

[My silence is deafening.] 】

With a wry smile, he stretched out his hand to touch the cub's hair, and Jiang Fuyuan's gaze drifted over the basket of mountain eggs.

In a flash of inspiration, she took the mountain egg and put it on the narrow wooden table, opened her throat and shouted: "Fu Kite Xianzun to help the needy, I am specially ordered to solve the misery of the world, today Xianzun has an order, where the top three hexagrams are counted, one hexagram will send an egg!" ”