Chapter 213: Cheating Cultivator

No wonder Li Banfeng found this man friendly.

No wonder Li Banfeng feels that the whole village is very friendly.

Iron Gate Fort, a gathering place for home builders.

Li Banfeng was a little confused as to how this gathering place came to be.

Home healers don't want to come into contact with others. The word "gathering" is extremely difficult for home healers.

Moreover, the house repairers all have fixed houses, so they cannot move easily. It is simply unimaginable to want them to live together.

It does exist in Tiemenbao, and there are a lot of house builders living here. Li Banfeng looked around and saw houses one after another, with no end in sight.

A quarrel interrupted Li Banfeng's thoughts.

A young woman went out to buy rice. She rummaged through the rice bag and found a lot of sand.

The woman asked the old man driving the donkey cart: "Every time I buy rice from you, there is sand. There is more and more sand. You are too outrageous."

The old man snorted coldly and said: "Isn't it common for food to be transported all the way here with some mud and sand on it?

You are so delicate, don't eat rice, eat meat every day, there is no sand in the meat. "

The old man was shameless and unreasonable, but the woman did not argue with him and left with her head lowered.

The home repairman didn't seem to be good at quarreling, so he just gritted his teeth and decided not to buy from him.

Is it better to buy someone else’s?

all the same.

There was also a cart selling grain in the fort, and the rice and noodles were also mixed with something.

Moreover, their food prices are very high. In Puluo Prefecture, due to the existence of cultivators, food has never been expensive. Even in Lushui City, a pound of rice only costs about 1.8 yuan.

And here it actually sold for two and a half yuan.

Not only rice, but also other things are sold.

Some sell cotton, some sell fabrics, some sell rouge, some sell books and newspapers, some sell pens and paper, and some sell daily necessities.

There are also people who come to get their hair cut. They don't go into the house, they just sit at the door. The home-savers bring their own small stools and sit at the door. The master shaver puts a big cloth around it and starts shaving. After shaving, they count the money and don't care about washing their hair. The home repairmen went home to deal with it.

There are also people who come to collect toilets. They collect last night's toilet and replace it with a clean toilet. They charge a fee for each replacement.

All are door-to-door services.

If you can't go out to repair your house, what do you do for a living?

Li Banfeng soon discovered something.

These vendors who come to Iron Gate Fort not only sell goods, but also receive goods.

The middle-aged woman who sells fabrics has collected a lot of ready-made clothes and embroidery, and her craftsmanship is quite good.

The man selling groceries collected a lot of pottery and porcelain, and the workmanship was very fine.

There was a home repairman who was very good at making cigarette rods. Several sellers came to his door to pick up the goods, and the business was quite prosperous.

The vendor selling books and newspapers was very discerning. He collected more than a dozen paintings, all of which were exquisitely crafted.

This means one thing, the cultivation level of these house repairmen who sell paintings is likely to have reached the fourth floor.

Affected by the technique, the painting skills of the fourth-story house repairer must be very exquisite. Of course, there are exceptions. Li Banfeng's painting skills are a little bit worse...

Unknowingly, Li Banfeng had been wandering around the Iron Gate Fort for more than an hour, and he was reluctant to leave.

Tiemen Fort made Li Banfeng feel very comfortable, indescribably comfortable.

Of course, there are also things that he can't stand. The vendors who come here to do business sell goods at prices much higher than the market price, and the prices they receive are much lower than the market price.

This results in very meager profits for home repairmen.

Of course, it is appropriate to make a little more difference in the price of a door-to-door transaction, but Li Banfeng felt that things like adding sand to the food were too much.

He wanted to teach these grain sellers a lesson, but suddenly he heard a shout from behind him.

"Oops~"

A girl fell to the ground, surrounded by flowers and a cane.

This is not an ordinary walking stick, this is a blind bamboo used by blind people to find their way. The old lady Wu in the orphanage had poor eyesight and used this thing in her later years.

This girl is blind and should be a flower seller.

Looking at this situation, someone knocked her down just now, and the flowers were scattered everywhere.

Who knocked her down?

Li Banfeng looked up and saw that he really knew the young man who showed him the way.

The man sold two paintings and was chasing the cloth seller to buy some cloth when he accidentally knocked the girl down.

"My flower..." The girl groped all over the floor, with blood on her hands.

The young man quickly helped the girl pick up the flowers, his face was covered with sweat.

Zhaixiu is afraid of trouble, but he is even more afraid of causing trouble to others.

Zhaixiu is afraid of being hurt by others, but he is even more afraid of accidentally hurting others.

Especially for such a pitiful girl.

Some of the flowers scattered on the ground were stained with mud, some had broken stems, and some had fallen leaves.

The young man picked them up one by one, put them in the girl's hands, and kept apologizing to the girl.

"It's okay, it's okay..." The girl wiped the tears on her face, struggled to stand up, limped, and continued selling flowers.

"Buy flowers, who buys flowers~"

Just these two shouts, with tenderness, sorrow, and trembling from crying, made the young man collapse.

"Girl, wait a minute, I'll buy flowers." The young man chased after her.

"How much..." the girl asked timidly.

"I bought them all!"

The girl carried more than a hundred flowers, large and small, and he bought them all.

Some cost three yuan, some cost five yuan, a few hundred yuan more, and this is gone.

He had just sold paintings and made several hundred yuan, so he spent all his money on it.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel bad. The young man's cheeks were trembling.

But he still took out the money, otherwise he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

The girl took the money and smiled. There seemed to be some spirit in her dull eyes.

"Big brother, thank you, you are a good person."

The young man shook his head and said, "My... you walk slowly and be careful on the road."

The girl took the blind man's bamboo and poked and tapped along the way, and then left.

The young man stood behind her, looking at her constantly, until the girl's back disappeared completely, he held the flowers and returned to his home.

What a romantic encounter.

But Li Banfeng didn't feel romantic at all.

He only noticed three things.

First, most of the flowers sold by the girl were wild flowers commonly seen on the roadside. Li Banfeng was a traveler and was familiar with this kind of flowers. He just found a piece of grass, picked a bunch of them, and sold them at such a high price. It was really a bit unkind.

Second, the girl's flowers were not broken by falling. Many of her flowers were broken originally. The young man focused on the girl and did not notice the problem with the flowers, but Li Banfeng noticed it.

Third, the girl did not know how to use the blind man's bamboo. When Li Banfeng was taking care of Mrs. Wu, he paid special attention to the use of the blind man's bamboo. The blind man's bamboo was swept left and right to explore the way, not just poking it randomly like she did.

Li Banfeng frowned slightly, and a woman selling groceries next to him laughed: "You can see that this person is fake, little bitch, you have to learn this when you are so young."

Li Banfeng looked at the woman and asked: "Do you know her?"

The woman nodded: "This bitch is called Sui Donglan, she has studied and knows how to read. It is said that she used to work in the city.

But later she became addicted to gambling and lost all her belongings on the gambling table. She was in debt and ran to Tiemenbao to avoid debt and cheat money.

Today she is a flower girl, specializing in cheating this ignorant boy. Tomorrow she will pretend to be a beggar and cheat that soft-hearted good man.

Yesterday she dressed up seductively and said that she was selling herself. An old bachelor was deceived by her and gave her less than 10,000 yuan without even touching her hand. How shameless can she be."

Li Banfeng nodded slightly and said: "Yes, she is shameless."

Next to A man selling cigarettes snorted and said, "Zhou Yu fights Huang Gai, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten. Who made these house cultivators so easy to deceive?"

The woman didn't like to hear this: "What do you mean by easy to deceive? They just don't have bad intentions! If we really talk about fighting, how many Taoist sects can beat them?

This is still in front of their house. If they really want to do something dirty, which liar can escape?"

The man shook his head and said, "How can they have the intention to do something dirty?"

"Of course, how did the group of cheating cultivators die before? Have you forgotten how it happened?"

The man lit a cigarette and said, "That group of cheating cultivators are so damn bad, just kill them."

Li Banfeng was stunned for a long time and asked, "What is a cheating cultivator?"

"Taoism!" The woman selling groceries said, "You haven't heard of cheating cultivators, have you? Cheating cultivators pretend to be anything, and their performances are as real as the real thing. You can't tell them apart at all."

Aren't there no living foolish cultivators in the world?

How can there be cheating cultivators?

Foolish is foolish, deceit is deceit, are these two really not from the same sect?

Li Banfeng asked: "What are you pretending to be? Is Sui Donglan also a deceitful cultivator?"

The woman selling groceries sneered: "She wants to, but she doesn't know why, she always can't meet the peddler.

The last time the peddler came to Tiemenbao, she was late and missed him.

The last time the peddler came to Tiemenbao, she did catch up, but the peddler didn't enter Tiemenbao at that time, and there were no other customers around.

Sui Donglan didn't know the peddler and thought he was just an ordinary peddler. She didn't even look at him and missed him.

She was so angry afterwards! Otherwise, her fate is bad!"

The man selling cigarettes shook his head and said: "It's not fate, I guess the peddler deliberately avoided her. This girl is so cunning, if she enters the deceitful cultivator again, she will become a spirit!"

Li Banfeng asked the woman selling groceries: "You said Sui Donglan didn't recognize the peddler last time?"

The woman selling groceries nodded.

Li Banfeng picked up a rattle from the woman's stall: "Who can I sell this to? To Zhai Xiu's children?"

The woman smiled and said: "No need to sell it to children, Zhai Xiu himself likes to play with these things."

Li Banfeng looked at the feather duster next to the rattle again: "This thing is really fun,

I want all your carts, let's calculate the price."

The woman was stunned and didn't hear Li Banfeng's words clearly: "You said you want all the goods in the cart?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "I want even your car."

...

Sui Donglan left Tiemenbao and stopped pretending to be blind.

When she reached a deserted place, she put down the blind bamboo, wiped the blood on her hands, and began to count the money.

The blood on her hands was fake, and the wounds from the fall were also fake. The flowers she sold were picked from the wild fields on the roadside.

This kind of flowers cannot be sold to women. Even a female Zhai Xiu can see that the flowers are not high-grade.

But it was much easier to sell it to a man, because the man only looked at her face, not her flowers.

Half of the flowers were sold, and she really didn't want to sell the remaining half, so she found a scapegoat to deal with them.

The house repairman who showed Li Banfeng the way was the scapegoat she had set her eyes on. She bumped into him, threw him to the ground, and stained her hands with red ink, and the show was done.

Zhaixiu is easy to cheat. After being cheated, he still doesn't know that he has been cheated. Even if he knows, he never tells others. Sui Donglan has used this method many times.

But I can't pretend to be blind tomorrow. It's a bit too obvious.

What should I pretend to be tomorrow?

She was thinking, and suddenly heard a drum sound in her ear.

Ding bang bang, ding bang bang.

"Foreign soap, snow cream, foreign matches, foreign wax, foreign shovel! A cart of good goods, old signs, kill if you can make enough money, you can choose!"

"Peddler!" Sui Donglan's eyes lit up and rushed to the side of the road, but saw a man pushing a truck, wearing a felt hat with the brim pressed very low, beating a rattle and shouting.

Is this really a peddler?

The shouting is correct, exactly the same as what Lao Yu, who sells cloth, said.

But this day is wrong! Why did he come at this time?

Sui Donglan was suspicious, but she remembered another thing.

Old Zhang, who sells charcoal, once said that sometimes the peddler doesn't come on the same day, and it's luck to meet him.

It seems that my luck has changed.

Sui Donglan came to the peddler, shyly, and asked softly: "Are you a peddler?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "Is there any need to ask?"

Sui Donglan lowered her voice and asked: "Do you have medicine powder?"

"Yes!" Li Banfeng took out two pickle jars, "One hundred yuan for Jinxiu and three hundred thousand for Xiexiu, which one do you want?"

PS: There is no cabinet with drawers, so the pickle jar will do.

I just don't know if the peddler will be angry.