Chapter 119 Conspiracy to Steal the Grave Thief Secret Talk at Night
In the wine shop, the luxury mad tiger talked with the mouse, which attracted the attention of diners.
When the mouse saw someone watching, he stopped talking and only ate meat. Later, he complained in a low voice, "Can you keep your voice down!" You think I don't want to, and I have to spend money on hiring people. You have two drinks a day, and you have to bring some on the road. The cost of hiring someone has already been in your stomach.
The crazy tiger opposite smiled and lowered his voice: "Your craft, money comes quickly. What are you afraid of? Besides, I can match hundreds of people alone. Why don't you count this bill?
"If you hadn't had this ability, what would I have done with you?" Mo Mouse complained, and then whispered, "It's different this time. There are soldiers guarding it, so it's not easy to do it."
"If you don't hire people, you can only act at night?" The mad tiger analyzed.
"The project is too big to work at night." The mouse answered.
The mad tiger's heart is not smooth, and another bowl of wine is on his stomach. Then he sighed in a low voice, "I'm all complaining about you, the thief ship. I hate that there is no place to settle down under the world. If you want me to say, let's change our face and stop doing this immoral business.
The mouse did not answer, and the atmosphere became dull.
In this conversation, the night listened to word for word, and his mind turned. There are only four occupations in the world: agriculture, industry and commerce. Occasionally, there are rangers, but they have never heard of the business of mad tigers and strangers. Night privately guessed that the behavior of the two people should be related to treasure hunting or tomb robbery.
What special ability should the mouse have? It can sense the valuables in the tomb, and the mad tiger is responsible for digging and dealing with the situation. The place found this time has soldiers stationed, which is not easy to deal with.
Judging from the eyes of the night, the atmosphere of the society at present is relatively simple. Although the princes are independent and have not acted for a long time, they will still obey the general etiquette and shame. These two people dig up other people's ancestral graves, which is a kind of great evil. Once exposed, it will be hunted down.
The great lord uncle and Hou did not dare to take him in. If others know the identity of these two people, they will be criticized. If you want to maintain a force, you must not ruin your reputation. Of course, no little lord dares to take these two people in. Once the enemy is sought, the little force is not far from being destroyed.
There are no scruples in the night. On the one, he was going to find a cottage to be a mountain thief, and on the other, he was a tester, and his ideas were more open than the local residents in the trial field. When he saw that the two of them had their own strengths, he thought about it.
"Qingping, go and invite those two people." The night ordered, and then he called Xiao Er and asked for ten jars of sorghum wine.
Fan Qingping got the order and got up and went over. He walked to the two of them and saluted first.
The two were surprised by themselves and only heard Fan Qingping say, "Two heroes, young student Fan Qingping, friends in the world jokingly call them scholar swords. My son saw that you two were bold and wanted to drink at the same table. I don't know if you two would like to enjoy it.
Fan Qingping said politely. The crazy tiger and the mouse looked along Fan Qingping's way and saw the night nod and smiled at them. There is a tall one-eyed man on the side who is eating in the sea.
The two of them acted in a bad way and wanted to refuse. But at the thought of Hawk's momentum of entering the house, his heart suddenly became half short, so he had to respond. Take the weapon and bag, get up and move.
Seeing this, the night immediately called Xiao Er, moved the case over, and put it together. Two more futons were pulled and bowls and chopsticks were placed.
The mad tiger and the stranger sat down, and the night ordered Hawke to drink.
The nerd was eating happily. Suddenly, his interest was interrupted and he was dissatisfied: "That little broken bowl is drunk by the woman. If you ask me, it's refreshing to eat a urn." After saying that, Hawke picked up two jars of wine from the ground, patted off the seal, and pressed them directly in front of them.
The mouse was shocked, but the mad tiger's eyes lit up. He was not polite. He directly mentioned an altar, raised his neck and began to drink. Hawke was happy when he saw this. I have also taken an altar to drink with the mad tiger.
The night is silent, and he nods secretly. The diners around were also shocked and looked sideways and exclaimed. Looking at those people's looks, they are all tongue-dropping.
After drinking the altar, the Crazy Tiger and Hawk looked at each other and began to pour the second altar again. At first, there were three jars of wine under the water. Hawke burped and said hello.
The mad tiger drank happily and went to be wary.
When everyone was noisy, the atmosphere became lively.
The big altar is full of fun, and the small bowl is pleasant. Fan Qingping often persuaded him to drink and said some interesting things. The night recalled his chivalrous experience three months after going out of the mountain, aroused his aura, and immediately recited a poem:
"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles. After that, I brushed my clothes and hid my body and name. After drinking in Xinling, take off your sword and cross your knees..."
The mad tiger cheered and drank another bowl.
Seeing that the temperature was almost over, Heiye said, "In the lower Wu Zixu, he is the young director of the Baicao family. It's really lucky to meet two heroes. Zixu now accompanies the young master to travel around the world and settles down in the south of the city. If you two are free, you can have a chat."
"Good to say, good to say." The crazy tiger said, and he didn't refuse.
After eating another period of wine, everyone was red-faced, and the guests were happy.
The night ordered Fan Qingping to settle the bill and say goodbye.
At the end, the dark night said with the intention: "We will stay in this city for ten or twenty days. Later, we will lead the road north, pass Zheng Guo, and go to Zhimapo. If you two are interested, it's better to go together.
After saying that, he handed them a bottle of pills. It is used as a souvenir. Without waiting for the mad tiger and the mouse to think and answer, Hawke and Fan Qingping left.
"If the green mountains do not change, the green water will flow for a long time. See you later."
"See you later."
Out of the restaurant, the three of them went to the city to hang out. However, the winter time is short, the sky is getting late, the market is getting less and less people, and it is beginning to be deserted.
The night ordered Hawke to buy some fresh fish and live birds, and then returned to the hall.
He was about to leave the market when he was attracted by a strange store. The shop is at the exit of the market, and there are three wooden houses. There is a wooden sign at the door, and the book is: Sell fertile soil.
What's more strange is that there are soldiers guarding outside this store. After asking passers-by, I knew that the store was actually run by an official, and there was only one kind of goods for sale. It is a kind of green soil, called fertile soil, which is divided into three parts.
The first-class fertile soil is dark green, which can accelerate the growth of plants a hundred times, and is actually equivalent to silver.
The second-class fertile soil is light green, 50 times faster for plant growth, half price.
The third-class fertile soil is light green, ten times faster for plant growth, and ten catties are sold for one or two taels of silver.
The night was shocked, and the effect of this fertile soil was actually equivalent to the special ability of the Qingyue. The night sighed in his heart, "So it is. No wonder the mighty Marquis has so many thousand-year-old elixirs."
He hurriedly asked the clerk about the origin of the fertile soil, but the clerk didn't know. On the contrary, he warned the night that the marquis had an order and could not inquire at will.
The night asked Qingping to pay and buy ten catties of each of the three fertile soils.
This fertile soil is really good. Let's get some back to study first. If the effect is really so magical, no matter what means are used, it must be controlled. This thing can not only solve the supply of herbs, but also solve the food problem.
I didn't want to stay in the dark night. I grabbed three packs of fertile soil and chose the way to return to Guanyi.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of Guanyi, the captain of the imperial guard rushed up and said, "Mr. Wu, the marquis is invited to discuss the pills in detail."
The night was overjoyed. Let him wait for a moment. Go back to the room and explain something, and then he can leave.
After returning to the room, the night immediately found Qingyue and gave her the fertile soil he bought. Then explain the purpose and let her grow some drugs to try. The Qingyue was surprised, but he couldn't make a sound, just jumping.
After summoning the crowd in the dark and ordering again, he took Yu Lin, got into the carriage, and went to the palace to meet the mighty marquis.
Because the matter involves confidentiality, the place of the discussion is placed in the study of the mighty Marquis. The servant leads the way and knocks on the door to enter. The maid closed the door and stayed away from the study.
As soon as the night came in, he saw the impatient look of the mighty marquis. Before he could speak out, the mighty Marquis said first, "Mr. Wu, the pills you presented may be mass-produced?"
The night was not in a hurry to answer. He first asked about Yaoji's condition: "Junhou, has the medicine configured by the young master for the patient ever been used?"
"I used it, I used it. Xiaojun has fallen asleep, and the disease is no longer getting worse. The mighty marquis said hurriedly.
Heiye talked about some ideas, but he was thinking about why the mighty marquis did not come to him immediately after receiving [Yunqi pills]. Will it be more eager to find someone to study the imitation?
Dark Night introduced Yu Lin to the mighty marquis, calling him the commercial stewir of the Baicao family. The Marquis of Weiwu also realized that he was too eager and quickly invited the night and Yu Lin to sit down.
After sitting down at night, he talked about the matter of [Yunqi Pill]: "Junhou, Dan Pills can be mass-produced, but it is very expensive. But..." The mighty marquis frowned and heard the night say, "It should not be difficult to make medicinal herbs, but you need to add Yuanjing to refine the pill. Junhou may accept it?"
The mighty marquis was relieved and said casually, "It's a small matter!"
The night said that there was a door, and then he said, "Yuanjing is the first one, the second..." The night deliberately stopped. Sure enough, the mighty marquis frowned again. The night continued, "Although the young master is proficient in pharmacologicals, the success rate of alchemy still needs to be improved. Dare to ask Junhou, how many elixir pills can be made by your pharmacist under your command, ten furnaces of medicinal herbs?
The mighty Marquis hesitated a little and seemed to be thinking about how to respond. He wondered, "I'm not very clear about this matter. There should be half of it."
Install it, install it. The night knew in his heart that this mighty marquis was cheating him. Pills are a major event to increase force. How could he not know? The night did not burst, only staring at the mighty Hou Qianxiao.
The mighty Marquis's heart thumped and immediately turned his mouth: "City Chinese pharmacist, the medicine is shallow, and he can't refine any high-level pills. If the formula is complicated, the success rate is really hard to say. I guess I can have two or three or three.
The night wanted to cheat the success rate of the mighty marquis, but the old fox was not fooled. What should I do? He turned his eyes and made up his mind. Then he said, "Junhou, can there be a division of pharmacists on the mainland?"