Last time with Xinghui and Qingli, they went out and brought a lot of junior and intermediate beast meat back, because the business of the bun shop was too good.

Even with the fierce beasts that Jiu Jiu brought back every day, they were almost exhausted.

In the afternoon, Zishu practiced "Nine Overlapping Waves" on the beach for nearly two hours, and the last move, she felt that she was about to comprehend.

But when she kicked the door, she couldn't step over.

It seems that there is always a little bit of essence, and it has been stuck there and failed to break through.

If you can't comprehend the essence, no matter how familiar the move is, it will be in vain to play it, and the power of this move will be exerted at all.

However, there is no hurry, more than a month of cultivation is not in vain, her sword momentum is much stronger than a month ago.

For , the comprehension of "Nine Overlapping Waves" is deeper.

The sky was getting dark, the sea water was getting colder and colder, Zishu put away his knife and turned to go ashore.

After she changed into dry clothes, she took a few plants and sat and chirped back to Fucheng.

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As the sun sets, the sky gets darker, and the col gradually becomes lively with the return of the warriors.

Clusters of bonfires, jumping and burning in the col, sat around the campfires of warriors returning from hunting.

They ate barbecued meat, drank wine, and talked about what beasts they had encountered on this outing, and how many beast cores had they harvested.

Whoever recently got a new weapon, and who took the shit luck again, was actually favored by a certain young master and accepted as a servant

The aroma of wine and barbecue permeated the col.

The biting coldness seemed to be dispelled by this lively atmosphere.

"Shopkeeper of the Winds, bring us two jars of flaming wine. A black-faced soldier eating barbecue shouted at the bun shop at the top of his voice.

"I'm sorry, there is only one jar of flame wine today, why don't you have a jar of fruit wine?" Feng walked over with a jar of flame wine and said with a smile.

"It's over so soon, there are so many of us, where is enough for you to sell only ten jars a day?" the black-faced warrior complained.

"This is also no way, when we came from Hongyuan County, we only brought a few hundred jars, if it was open for sale, it would be sold out in less than a month. Feng hugged the jar and explained with a smile.

At the beginning, Zishu and the others did exchange a lot of ordinary flame wine from the Rainspring Tribe.

However, when Lei and the others went back later, Zishu divided half of the Flame Wine and the Ice Wine for them to take back.

In addition, Zishu on the way, they drank a lot.

By the time Mingxi arrived, there were indeed only more than 300 altars left.

If it is sold out today, it is estimated that it will be sold for another ten days at most, and it will be gone.

"Forget it, one altar is one altar. The black-faced warrior said helplessly.

"Do you want another jar of fruit wine? ”

When the wind handed over the wine jar in his hand, he was still selling fruit wine.

Whether it's Flame Wine or Ice Wine, it's all sold out and gone.

But this fruit wine, there is a lot of it in Zishu's space.

Moreover, when the fruits in the space are ripe next year, they can brew a batch.

Feng doesn't like to drink fruit wine very much, but every time he sells it, he is very positive.

The black-faced warrior took the jar, slapped it open and poured himself a bowl, and then handed it to the people around him.

Picking up the wooden bowl, he drank half a bowl with a gurgling voice, and the wine went down his stomach, and a warmth extended from his stomach to his limbs.

Although this ordinary flame wine contains little aura, it is still good to drink in winter.

The black-faced warrior breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, took out an intermediate fierce beast core from his body and handed it over, thought about it, touched a few more primary fierce beast cores, and said, "Bring me a few jars of your fruit wine." ”

Although, the fruit wine is a little lighter, but in the absence of wine, it can only be settled.

Feng took the beast core in his hand, put it into the space bag, and then took five jars of fruit wine out of the space bag.

Just as Feng was about to leave, the black-faced warrior asked, "By the way, when will your Tianjiao boil spirit soup and sell it again?"

"I don't know about this, it's only been two or three days since the last time, so I'll probably have to wait a few days.

You also know that Tianjiao of our tribe still needs to cultivate, and this will not be boiled and sold until she rests. Feng replied with a smile.

Originally, Zishu didn't plan to boil the spirit soup and sell it, but when he saw that the people around him were all buying buns and leaving, he couldn't gather popularity here at all.

On the afternoon of the day of rest, I stayed up and sold it.

It was from that day that the col began to slowly become lively.

More than a month has passed, and now everyone has become accustomed to coming here to eat steamed buns when they come back in the evening, or barbecue meat in the open space of the mountain col, and buy a jar or two of wine in the steamed bun shop by the way.

If there is something for sale, it can be put out by the way, and if there are fighters who take a fancy to it, they can also trade it on the spot.

Of course, after becoming popular, Uncle Feng also sold a lot of the medicine that Zishu dispensed and the inscriptions that Zishu handed over to him by the way.

By the way, I also bought a lot of elixirs back.

Because he was afraid of conflict with those shops outside, Zishu discussed with Uncle Feng and decided that they would only buy elixirs that could be grown.

The price can be twice as high as the price of buying from an outside store, but it must be alive and well.

Although it is twice the price of buying from outside, it is cheaper than the price they paid for it from outside stores.

The price difference between the spirit grass is still very large.

The people who came to buy the buns knew that they were going to buy the spirit grass, and the price was twice as expensive as the shops outside.

When I encountered the spirit grass, I was more careful than before, and as soon as I came back, I took it and sold it.

In this way, many of them can be planted.

It's a pity that a lot of spirit grass has been harvested, but not a few poisonous weeds have been received.

During this period of time, Zishu practiced for nine days and rested for one day.

On the day of rest, he relaxed and took all the medicinal materials produced in the space to make medicines, handed them over to Uncle Feng to sell, and then exchanged them for other spiritual herbs.

Her current dispensing skills are already even more powerful than her Eminem Qingye.

The formula of hemostatic powder, after her improvement, after adding two elixirs, the effect is even better than before.

In addition to some necessary hemostatic powder, insect repellent powder and detoxification powder, Zishu also prepared several drugs and venoms to hand over to Uncle Feng.

At the beginning, when Uncle Feng sold them hemostatic powder and detoxification powder, many people didn't believe it very much, but they felt that it was much cheaper than the ones outside, so they bought one and gave it a try.

Later, it was found that the effect was good, and after the fame gradually opened, many warriors who were going out to hunt would come here in advance to buy some self-defense medicines and bring them.

Beicheng here is said to be big and big, small and small, less than half a month, the soldiers who live in the mountains behind Beicheng basically know that not only can you buy delicious buns in this mountain pass.

You can also buy wound medicine and antidote powder that are cheaper than outside, and the most important thing is that the price of the spirit grass purchased here is twice as expensive as outside.

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