Reverend Insanity: Section 36: Mercy of Mercy
The caravan marched for a day, and in the evening, they chose to stop near a valley.
Big guys have good luck on this day, but they met three small beasts.
After killing two shares, expelling one share. Except for some attrition, some gains were obtained from the slaughtered herd.
Evening sky and sunset.
Hongyan, orange, grape ash, eggplant purple ... Xiayun is gorgeous, the colors are mixed, and it keeps changing. Sometimes shaped like a roaring lion, sometimes like a galloping horse, sometimes like a sea of flowers blooming.
The glow of the sun shines on the emerald green jewel-like valley, in which the caravan is well arranged, and a small area is circled in a corner, and the voice is noisy.
"Come here and take a look, fresh animal meat just slaughtered today!"
"Buttermilk, sweet buttermilk ..."
"There are only ten clothes left. The clearance is on sale."
Fang Yuan and Bai Ningbing are also among the crowd.
They dragged a trolley and occupied a place. There was a stall selling wild vegetables next to their left hand and milk on the right.
Bai Ningbing looked back and forth with interest: "I can't think of such a small market in the caravan."
"If there is consumption, there will be transactions, and if there is consumption, it will stimulate the market." Fang Yuan replied.
Bai Ningbing's eyes flashed, this is really brilliant.
She looked at Fang Yuan: "Are you going to sell these purple maple leaves?"
Fang Yuan nodded slightly: "Already joined the caravan, these purple maple leaves will be sold off. If you stay in your own hands, they will attract some rat crickets."
Furthermore, purple maple leaves are not easy to preserve.
Only more than a day later, the purple maple leaves on Fang Yuan's car have begun to wither. As time goes by, the value will become cheaper.
Of course, two yuan stones, Fang Yuan naturally does not care.
But throwing them away doesn't fit their current status and will cause suspicion.
"There are two types of small bazaars in the caravan. The kind we participate in is just mortal transactions, which are basically every day. There is another type, which is a martyr ’s transaction, once every seven days. "Fang Yuan said.
Bai Ningbing's blue eyes covered in the shadow of a straw hat lightened slightly: "If you can participate in the small market of Yanshi, it will help us. There is still a large distance from this trip to the merchant city, in order to prevent unexpectedness * Moreover, we need at least one scout puppet. "
"I have a plan for this, but it's still a little bit early." Fang Yuan smiled confidently at something in his pocket.
The two were talking softly.
A male domestic slave staggered over.
He is ragged, bloodstained, and looks like a beggar. Walked to the stall next to Fang Yuan, looked at the pot of milk, and swallowed a mouthful of water: "Could this brother give me a drink of milk?"
"Go, go. Don't hinder me from doing business!" The stall owner who sold the milk waved impatiently.
The slave had to move and walked in front of Fang Bai's scooter: "Two brothers ..."
Before speaking, Fang Yuan stepped forward, lifted one foot and turned it over, and yelled loudly: "Go."
The slave was knocked to the ground, and the black mud was covered with tattered clothes. He was more involved in the wound, and his pain grinned.
He got up hard and stared at Fang Yuan with a hateful eye: "Okay, I remember, everyone is mortal, and who hasn't had a difficult day. Huh ..."
Fang Yuan looked cold, and kicked him again.
Slap.
The slave fell to the ground again.
"You try to say another word?" Fang Yuan condescended.
The slave glared at Fang Yuan fiercely and got up, but he didn't dare to look at him anymore.
But then, he was knocked down by Fang Yuan again.
"I don't like your eyes." Fang Yuan held his arms in his arms, his voice was indifferent.
Jianu lowered his eyebrows, no longer dared to look at Fang Yuan, rose up silently, and dared not continue begging in this area, and went away.
Looking at his back, Bai Ningbing asked in confusion: "Strange, why are there beggars in the caravan?"
"This is normal. It must be that the slave made a mistake, or that his master was in a bad mood today. In short, he was beaten by the puppet master, and the meals served to him were cancelled." Fang Yuan shrugged, His eyes turned coldly to a corner not far away.
In the corner, three or four strong domestic slaves are catching new faces, and they are counting on how to bully them.
After seeing Fang Yuan's situation, they swept their eyes towards other targets.
Mortal life is low, status is extremely low, and survival is difficult, such as walking a tightrope. In the caravan, the division was fought and killed, and his life was as cheap as grass. Anyway, it can be added from the village along the way.
Every time a caravan is in danger, a large number of mortals are killed.
Besides that, there is also a near fierce dark competition between mortals. As soon as Fang Yuan was here, there were two groups of people trying to find him.
Of course he is not afraid of these problems, but if he can solve them easily, he will try to solve them in advance.
Of course there are some mortals who live bright and beautiful.
Most of these people have backgrounds, and they are related to some mentors.
After the beggar slave left, two people came.
The boss is a veteran with sharp eyes. After asking Fang Yuan the price, he immediately reduced the price to a quarter. Fang Yuan estimated the identity of this old thing, he should be a director, responsible for domestic slavery.
The other leader is a woman. Glamorous eyes, wearing silk clothes. Fang Yuan knew immediately that this must be a tool for some or some of the male masters **.
Both of them are embracing each other. Although they are both mortal, they are very distinct from each other.
They kept the price very low, and the idea was to buy low and sell high. These people have some money in their hands. Unlike most family slaves, they cannot afford to eat.
Although Fang Yuan did not look at the purple maple leaf of this car at all, in order to perform the full set, without revealing the slightest footsteps, they refused to lower prices.
The old man and his cheerful face implied a threat. The woman scolded and walked away.
"As long as a third person comes to ask the price, I will sell this car with rotten leaves." When Fang Yuan was so calculating, the small market suddenly became agitated.
Some people cheered in excitement and shouted.
"That kind lady Zhangjia is here again!"
"Ms. Zhang is kind and kind, she is just a fairy!"
"What a great man, I won't be hungry tonight ..."
"What's going on?" Bai Ningbing looked down, and saw a green shadow appear at the entrance to the market.
Fang Yuan also wondered, what happened?
"Ms. Zhang!" "Zhang Xianzi!" A group of slaves swarmed away. For a time, the entrance to the market rubbed her shoulders, and her head moved.
Most of these people were punished by the puppeteers without food. The man who had fallen down before Fang Yuan was also in it, stretching his neck and arms.
"Don't be in a hurry, everyone, everything, take your time," said the girl in green.
She has a soft voice and a low volume. As soon as she says it, she is drowned in the crowd's shouts.
"Shut up all your mother! Line up, one by one. Whoever dares to rob, yells, the husband immediately hacks him!" Suddenly a voice rang like a thunderbolt, echoing in the small market in.
An old but burly magistrate stood up. Tiger's eyes glanced around, the boiling little bazaar calmed down instantly.
This is the power of the Master!
No one doesn't believe what he just shouted. As a puppet master, as long as you are in a bad mood, kill two or three mortals at will, what else?
People pushed and shoved, and soon lined up obediently.
At the front of the team, the women in green clothes carried baskets and distributed steamed cakes one by one.
The whole bazaar is silent.
Countless eyes, looking at the green woman, include respect, worship, and love.
Bai Ningbing was curious and asked the stall owner next to him: "Who is this woman?"
"You do n’t even know Miss Zhang Xinci? Are you two new?"
"Zhang Xinci?" Fang Yuan looked back, frowning tightly, "tell everything you know!"
The stall owner thought of Fang Yuan ’s ruthlessness in knocking down his slave, and he did n’t dare to hide: "This lady is also a deputy leader of our caravan. She has no practice qualifications and is just like us It is mortal. But she has a background in the family, and the mentor beside her is her guard. I have lived for so many years, and to be honest, I have never seen such a kind person. Miss Zhang Jia is so kind, almost Every night I bring some food to give to hungry house slaves. Even if it ’s windy and rainy, it ’s the same ... Well, God is unfair, but such a good person ca n’t let her practice. ”
Bai Ningbing nodded and smiled. The other side said: "Sure enough, the forest is big, and there are no birds."
Fang Yuan did not respond.
Bai Ningbing glanced strangely at Fang Yuan, but saw Fang Yuan's expression very wrong.
The latter stared at the green girl with a burning gaze, her brows almost twisted into a frown.
This woman in green dress, with black hair on her shoulders, is delicate and black, showing its beauty. The eyebrows are like pale willow dragon smoke, and the eyes are like bright moon and clear waves. If the skin is white, the lips are pink.
The face is not pink, and the lines are extremely soft. Distribute steamed cakes, sometimes with a slight smile, pure and immaculate.
She is wearing a green dress, exuding fresh and elegant air. She is as elegant as a orchid, beautiful as a lotus, gentle as water, and she has the same beauty as Bai Ningbing.
Women are exquisite in appearance and can only be considered good-looking, like ordinary drinks. Only with temperament can you be called a beauty, like old wine.
There is no doubt that this woman in green is a beautiful woman.
But no matter how beautiful you are and how moving your temperament, in Fang Yuan's heart, it's all a fart!
Fang Yuan didn't look at her looks. No matter how beautiful her face and temperament, she opened her flesh and bones.
He was very surprised, thinking of a character, he said, "Isn't this woman just Shangxinci?"
Shangxinci is one of the young owners of businessmen.
In the family, the children of the patriarch are all called "Young Masters". Only the heirs who have been recognized by their families can be called "minor patriarchs".
Only as a business owner, Shang Xinci is the goddess of heaven.
Everyone in the world says that business people are dark and greedy, but this kind of business is kind of an exception. She is weak in nature, not good at fighting, soft-hearted, and is the last person in the business to not do business.
She often loses money in business, but she is often deceived. She easily believes in others. The key is that she has been deceived once and has no long memory. She has been deceived repeatedly.
As a business owner, she was once stigmatized by the businessmen, and was the least favored, but finally she was in the blood of the business clan leader, so she showed mercy and did not expel the family.
She treats mortals equally, has strong compassion, and is more considerate and helpful. On several occasions, he bought all the slaves on credit at the auction, which made the Shang clan swear several times.
However, destiny is really wonderful. In the end, she became the owner of the business!
(ps: Modified a bit, delayed the time, sorry. In the future, we will modify the time, the first is 14 pm, and the second is 20 pm. The outbreak update will be explained in advance!) Continued. Please search for floating astronomy, novels are better updated and faster!)