Chapter 49 Scarface (1/2)

Sima Yi had been busy all day and could finally take a rest at night.

Now seeing Er Gouzi's arrival, he was half leaning on the chair and didn't bother to get up.

"Count how many Dali Pills you brought today. I won't get up."

"Are you suffering from kidney deficiency? I read in the book that people like you who have gray hair and sore backs are suffering from kidney deficiency. Do you want to take some Cistanche deserticola to replenish your health?"

Er Gouzi also read some medical books recently and asked seriously at this moment.

"My kidneys have been weak since childhood."

Seeing that Sima Yi refused to admit it, Ergouzi didn't say anything more, lowered his head and began to count the number of Dali Pills in the sack.

He found that after possessing spiritual consciousness, he didn't need to bother as much as before. His spiritual consciousness swept through the sack and he already knew the specific number in his mind.

"A total of 6530 pills."

"Huh? Do you have spiritual consciousness?"

Seeing Er Gouzi's state, Sima Yi immediately guessed the reason.

Although he is not a cultivator, there are many immortal cultivators in the Sima family, and his knowledge of immortality cultivation is richer than that of Ergouzi.

"It just broke through some time ago."

Ergouzi nodded and didn't hide anything.

"With your cultivation level, you can try to take the martial arts exam next year."

"If you can successfully pass the martial arts exam, you will become the youngest person to do so in Sanyang County."

Sima Yi sat up straight in his chair, looking very interested.

"Then I'd better take the exam again in a few years."

Ergouzi now has the title of martial arts scholar, he no longer has to pay taxes, and he no longer has to be annoyed by the government officials, so he is not very urgent about applying for the martial arts examination.

If you become the youngest person to compete in martial arts, it will be a very uncomfortable feeling when thousands of people will be watching you.

If someone gets upset with him and wants to investigate his master's secret teaching of Kung Fu, he won't be able to reap the rewards.

"How come you don't want to make progress anymore?"

Sima Yi asked with a slight smile on his face.

"I never thought about becoming a high official. As long as I have food to eat and can farm in the mountains with peace of mind, that's all."

"Well, you are less enterprising than me."

Sima Yi was very happy and felt like he had met a confidant.

"By the way, should I replace the Dali Pill this time with the Peiyuan Guben Pill, or something else?"

"I want to ask, is there any way you can get the elixir?"

Er Gouzi thought of the elixir he had seen in the book. Maybe Sima Yi could get it.

"Elixir?"

Sima Yi frowned when he heard this and thought for a moment.

"This is a bit difficult. The alchemy industry in the Zhou Dynasty was exclusively provided by the government.

The government spends money to train alchemists and open alchemy rooms, which are then sold by the government.

There are no alchemists in Anchang County. Only in the city of Sanyang County can there be an alchemy room set up by the government. "

"Anchang County Government pays a large amount of supplies to Sanyang County every year, and the county government distributes dozens of pills.

My family has a spiritual field, and every year I can harvest a few medicinal plants that are barely accessible. They are all taken to the alchemy room of the county government and exchanged for one or two pills. "

"So the elixir is more wolf than meat, so it's very expensive, very expensive!"

"My uncle usually gets one or two pills, but he is reluctant to take them. When he is about to break through, he takes them out to help break through."

After listening to Sima Yi's explanation, Er Gouzi gave up hope on the elixir, but he still hadn't given up.

"How expensive is it approximately?"

"Take the cheapest Peiyuan Pill as an example. The price of one pill can buy you 100 stone powerful pills."

"The Peiyuan Guben Pills that everyone takes now are said to be hand-kneaded with common medicinal materials based on the recipe of Peiyuan Dan."

Ergouzi almost gave up this time.

An ordinary 100-stone pill can be sold for almost 30,000 taels of silver.

100 Shi Dali Pills require almost 100 Shi of grain. The production process requires shelling the rice, steaming and pounding it, and rolling the balls...

It would waste a lot of his time.

He didn't even take into account the improvement effect of the gourd.

"It's better to change it to Peiyuan Gubenwan for me."

In fact, most people can't even take Peiyuan Guben Pills, which costs 10 taels of silver each, as often as he does.

His cousin Zhang Youliang tried his best to exploit the tenants in order to obtain resources for cultivation, and almost exhausted the tenants in Shexi Village.

It’s not just to earn a few more Peiyuan Guben Pills.

If Zhang Youliang saw Er Gouzi's helpless expression, he would probably be so angry that he would dig up his ancestral graves.

"Okay, you can just come and pick up the pills tomorrow morning."

"By the way, can you send me some more Dali Pills during this time?"

"Approximately how much does it cost?"

Er Gouzi was actually more curious about where Sima Yi sold so many Dali Pills every time.

“This time the more the merrier.”

"Actually, I make a lot of difference every time I resell Dali Pills. I need a lot of money now."

When Sima Yi mentioned that he had earned the price difference, he blushed for a rare moment.

Probably in his mind, making money from friends is a disgraceful thing.

However, Ergouzi felt relieved when he learned that Sima Yi had made a profit in it.

The two of them trade several times a year. Sima Yi helps him resell Dali Pills, and then buys Peiyuan Guben Pills. They are busy in this way.

If Sima Yi didn't make a penny from this, Er Gouzi would feel embarrassed to trouble others.

"Okay, I'll send it to you in about ten days."

Er Gouzi left Huichun Hall and went to Zhengwu Hall.

Huang Mancang, the son of Huang Laocai, has been studying martial arts in Zhengwu Hall for several months, and has to pay several dozen taels of silver for tuition every year.

It is said that when Huang Mancang came with the recommendation letter written by Ergouzi, he was harassed for a while.

Huang Laocai smiled and gave several envelopes of silver before all the procedures were completed.

Ergouzi realized that no one in Zhengwu Hall really took him, a teacher who was not paid for nothing, seriously.

People were polite to him purely for the Sima family's sake.

As for the students he introduced, others did not need to give face to anyone.

However, for Ergouzi, the greatest value of Zhengwu Hall was just the library.

Other people's opinions did not matter.

He used to ask Sima Hong for some martial arts knowledge.

Now he has cultivated to the fourth level of Qi training and started to practice magic, and Sima Hong can't help him.

Ergouzi walked into the library, returned the books he had borrowed before, and found more than a dozen books on the bookshelf, ready to take them back and read carefully.

He likes reading books very much now. He reads books whenever he has some free time. It can broaden his horizons.

He can also learn a lot of random things besides cultivating immortals.

He rested in Zhengwu Hall for one night. The next morning, he went to Huichun Hall to get Peiyuan Guben Pills and went out of the city to go home.

He felt hungry halfway on the way. He forgot to buy some buns in the morning.

He simply found a place where no one was around, sat on a stone and ate some persimmon cakes to fill his stomach.

While eating, he took out a book he had just borrowed and read it.

This is a book introducing various materials in the world.

He flipped through it casually and happened to turn to the introduction of jade materials.

The book said that some of the best jade can store the spiritual information of cultivators.

Many cultivators will make jade materials into jade pendants and jade slips to store information.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but think of the jade pendant left by his master before he left.

The master was very kind to him. He risked being beheaded to teach him the cultivation method. He still can't learn this spirit.

He always felt that the master must have a deep meaning in leaving the jade pendant, but he never figured it out.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness entered the gourd and found the jade pendant.

The jade pendant looked ordinary, with some cracks on it, and it must be quite old.

He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to probe into the jade pendant to check.

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At this moment, a strong suction came from the jade pendant, and his spiritual consciousness poured out uncontrollably.

Damn!

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Don't..."

Er Gouzi roared in his heart, but he was powerless at the moment. All his consciousness was sucked into the jade pendant, leaving nothing behind, and he fell into a semi-comatose state.

He was confused and conscious, but he didn't have the strength to move his fingers, so he could only lie on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but a refugee passing by saw Er Gouzi fainted on the side of the road.

He poked him with a stick a few times, but found no response, so he tiptoed over and fumbled around Er Gouzi.

He took out a bag of silver coins and weighed it, which was at least several taels.

The refugee was overjoyed, looked around, and saw that no one noticed, so he quickly put the silver coins in his arms and left quickly.

Not long after, another refugee passed by, looked at him for a while, took off Er Gouzi's shoes, and walked away.

Then another large family of refugees passed by, and they took off all the clothes on Er Gouzi's body.

"Alas! Such a handsome boy, what a pity."

"Leave him a pair of underpants, keep some dignity."

The family carried Ergouzi's clothes and left happily.

In fact, Ergouzi had long been conscious, but he just couldn't move.

Being stripped of his clothes, he was extremely anxious, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Fortunately, this family was respectful and left him a pair of underpants.

He didn't know whether to thank or scold.

However, he didn't feel happy for long. There are respectful people in the world, and there are naturally unrespectful people.

A passing refugee also stripped off his last dignity and took it away.

Just when Ergouzi was feeling ashamed and angry, a few more people came to him.

One person put his finger on the tip of Ergouzi's nose and tested it.

"There's still some breath, and the body is not cold yet."

"Let's go while it's hot."

Two refugees grabbed one foot each and dragged him backwards.

The clothes had been stripped off long ago, and now he was dragged on the ground, and his back and head rubbed against the ground and it hurt so much.

Sometimes there were some uneven stones and wooden stakes on the ground, and the two men would just run over them without any thought of avoiding them.

Er Gouzi no longer cared about the severe pain caused by the friction on his back, and was very anxious.

During the famine years, it was easy to imagine what these people would do when they picked up corpses outside.

But his anxiety was useless, as he just couldn't muster any strength.

The two refugees dragged Er Gouzi not far before throwing him heavily onto an ox cart.

There were several cold corpses on the cart, and Er Gouzi felt a little safer lying among the corpses.

Several people pushed the ox cart and picked up several more corpses along the way. Er Gouzi was already pressed under the pile of corpses.

Now he felt even safer.

He wondered in his heart that if he could own an ox cart, he would at least have some wealth, and he shouldn't have fallen to picking up corpses to eat.

And if he picked up so much at once, ordinary people couldn't eat so much.

Did they want to process and sell the meat?

For example, meat jerky, bacon, meat buns...

Thinking of his favorite meat buns, he felt sick.

Er Gouzi lay on the ox cart, thinking about random things, and gradually, a little bit of spiritual consciousness reappeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He began to feel his hands and feet, and his fingers and toes could move.

But the true qi in Dantian still could not be mobilized.

He opened his eyes and looked outside through the gap of the corpse.

It was already night, the moon was high, the sky was full of stars, and several shadows were pushing a bullock cart on a country road.

On the way, they met an old beggar who was sleeping. These people walked gently to the beggar, suffocated the beggar skillfully, and threw him on the cart.

The bullock cart went for a long time, and Er Gouzi felt that his strength had recovered a little.

When he was cut open later, he should still have the strength to curse and vent his anger.

When the bullock cart reached the foot of a mountain, it finally stopped.

There were already people waiting here for the response.

"Boss He, there are 12 bodies in total, please check them."

The man called Boss He turned all the bodies on the bullock cart to the ground and counted them.

"That's right, there are 12 bodies in total. For each body, you will get one liter of rice, a total of one dou and two liters."

"Can you give us more? We have been busy all day and walked dozens of miles."

A man pushing a cart wanted to raise the price a little more and complained to He Lao Da.

"It is impossible to raise the price. The price of food is rising now. In a few days, these bodies will be even less valuable."

"By the way, help me carry these bodies to the cave, and I will give you more food."

"Don't drag them on the ground. If the bodies are damaged, the appearance will be bad."

Under the command of He Lao Da, these people carried the bodies and walked a few miles of mountain roads before entering a cave at the foot of the mountain.

Er Gouzi felt that if he ran away now, he could barely do it, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long.

It would be safer to take it slow and recover a little.

Anyway, there are so many bodies, and it may not be his turn to open the abdomen first.

Although there were many torches in the cave, it still felt chilly and biting.

Er Gouzi was thrown on the cold ground along with other corpses. In addition to the 12 newcomers, there were more than 20 corpses.

The corpse pickers received 12 liters of rice and left happily.

The man in the cave, known as He Lao Da, followed a scarred man with a respectful look.

Er Gouzi narrowed his eyes into a small slit. He recognized this scarred man. He had seen him at the county market yesterday.

At that time, the scarred man bought more than 20 living people at the market in one breath.

Moreover, he had used the Qi-watching technique to see that this man had the strength of the third level of Qi training.

With this discovery, he could not escape casually.

Not to mention escaping, he dared not even breathe now, even though he made himself look like he was about to die.

Before his strength was fully restored, he was no match for the scarred man.

Fortunately, the scarred man was only at the third level of Qi training and had no spiritual awareness, so he could not discover Er Gouzi's disguise.

"Put the corpses collected today and those from the past few days into the corpse-raising cave. The day after tomorrow, an Iron Corpse Leader will bring a wisp of Lord Hanba's corpse qi."

"These ordinary corpses, as long as they are touched by a little bit of Lord Hanba's corpse qi, will turn into zombies in just one or two months."

Er Gouzi continued to lie in the pile of corpses and pretend to be dead.

He had seen in the "Atlas of the Great Zhou Geography" that there was a Taoshan Kingdom to the west of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The Taoshan Kingdom was full of ghost cultivators and zombies.

Among the many types of zombies, Hanba is even more ferocious and notorious.

Boss He brought a few people and moved all the corpses into a smaller cave.

"This corpse doesn't seem to be dead yet."

A man dragged Er Gouzi's corpse and felt that it still had some body temperature.

"It doesn't matter whether he is dead or not, they will all turn into zombies in a few days anyway." Boss He said casually.

A few people moved all the corpses into the corpse-raising cave, blocked the entrance and left.

Er Gouzi was lying in the pile of corpses, feeling the coldness inside, and the coldness went straight into his bones.

He gently moved his hands and feet, pushed away the corpse on top of him, and slowly sat up.

There were at least two or three hundred corpses here, men, women, old and young, most of them were stripped naked, and their bodies were blue.

He sensed the recovery of his body, and as long as he survived tonight safely, he would probably be fully recovered tomorrow.

He was tortured by someone for no reason, and he almost died.

Er Gouzi's honest and simple eyes actually showed a hint of murderous intent.