Mystery Makes Me Strong

Chapter 1614 Buying and Selling

This is a low-magic script, and the five innate masters cannot be wasted casually.

When he reaches the innate realm, he can clear other people's memories.

Of course, it's just clearing, not directional modification.

Modifying is too difficult.

And to clear the memory, the violent impact of an ordinary car accident may cause people to lose their memory.

And he can achieve precise control, only amnesia, not injury.

"Who am I?" Seventh Palace Master asked in confusion.

"Where am I?" The Thirteenth Hall Master asked.

"What are we doing?" The others looked like idiots.

"You are all my sons." Quan Jiaozhu laughed loudly, "Haha".

"You are younger than me, how can I be your son?" a hall master wondered.

Wen Rensheng nodded, it seems that their common sense memory has not been completely cleaned up.

He remembered that it was said in brain science that human memory is divided into permanent and temporary memory.

Common sense is naturally permanent memory.

He just left a three-pointer, which is just right.

After all, it's a complete fool, and it's not easy to use.

"You just grow up too fast." Quan Jiaozhu said without doubt.

"Father." The palace master said immediately.

"Okay, dear son, daddy will buy you candy to eat, let's go..."

With that said, Master Quan took five innate masters and went down the mountain to go shopping.

Wen Rensheng smiled and continued down the mountain.

The congregation who informed him just now had already sneaked away.

There are only two kinds of people who are not clever in the devil's religion: dead people and people with extremely high martial arts.

In the tenth hall.

The saint was sitting cross-legged, and there was a dog bowl not far away, and there was a large bowl of top-quality meat bones in it.

A purple flower dog is gnawing and eating without any image.

Once there is more black history, there is no need to worry.

Not long after, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Sure enough, it failed."

She shook her head.

In fact, she already knew that it would be impossible for a few palace masters to make things happen.

The man was unpredictable and completely incomprehensible.

If you don't know the enemy's situation, act rashly.

This is gambling, and nine out of ten bets lose.

"I'd like to see if you can make it happen? Where are you going to bring the holy religion? Will you cross the river and tear down the bridge in the future?"

As she spoke, she walked up to Zihuagou and stroked it twice.

"People's hearts are complicated, only cats and dogs can make people feel at ease."

Zhao Han felt a little ashamed when he heard this.

She really wanted to say that dogs are unreliable these days.

Forget it, let's gnaw the bones.

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On the outskirts of Wuguan County, fifty miles away.

A guerrilla surnamed Yang, with 500 young and strong soldiers, and 200 civilian husbands hauling luggage, was looking at the direction of the county town that had fallen for almost a year.

Just this little soldier was gathered from several nearby guards and county towns.

"Master Guerrilla, this is the lair of the Devil's Cult. I heard that there are as many congenitals as dogs, and they can walk all over the place. We are old, weak, sick and disabled. Are we going to recover the county? Or are we here to die?" The general manager next to him said with a sad face. talking.

"What did you say? We came here to see what work is to be done on the opposite side. Put away the knives and guns, and take out the shovel, hoe, and saw... these days are so old, and I am a guerrilla. It's not easy." Yang Guerrilla ordered .

"It's still wise to be an adult." The boss immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly ordered his brothers to throw the tattered knives and guns back into the car, and replace them with brighter tools.

Due to the great inflammation, the shortage of soldiers in many guards was as high as 90%. As for the soldiers on the list, where did they go?

They all went to work for officers.

Yang Guerzilla didn't want to come either.

However, Shangguan was ordered to give an explanation to his superiors, so he was sent out.

To put it bluntly, it is a life of death.

Everyone knows, how can a mere five hundred young men be the opponent of the Devil's Cult?

At least 50,000, and they must be elite soldiers.

But where did the imperial court get money and food for fifty thousand soldiers?

The little living money is still needed to supply Sun Dushi.

After all, the rogues are the most harmful. If they are allowed to flee into the Jiangnan and Central South areas, then Great Yan will really die.

Fortunately, Master Sun was about to block them.

Not long after, three people and nine horses appeared far away, in the direction of the southern county town.

One person and three horses.

Everyone is wearing heavy armor, and their crotch is also a good horse. The two horses next to them have long bows and hard arrows.

Seeing this, Yang Guerzan felt a chill in his heart.

A soldier next to him said angrily, "How dare you deal with us with just three people?"

"What do you know? This is a common method used by martial arts masters to deal with large armies," said another old soldier. "Ordinary cavalry can't open a longbow on horseback, but these martial arts masters can. Open a hundred strong bows!"

"A hundred times? I'm going to die of pain if I drive it eight times." The soldier jumped down.

"And they are all good archers. They specialize in dealing with young soldiers like us. If we let them shoot arrows, we will be scattered in a moment." The old soldier shook his head.

Ordinary soldiers are no match for these people at all.

We can only use the same masters as spies to expel these people.

But they don't have such masters at all.

Master Guerrilla himself is on the 9th floor of Body Tempering, but unfortunately he has no internal energy.

If you are really angry, you will not be a guerrilla. Wouldn't it be good to go back to your hometown and be a toubob?

Although being a guerrilla is not too small, you have to be angry with civil servants.

"Hurry up and send someone to shout out that we are here to work." Yang Gueran ordered directly.

Soon a soldier rode out to speak out.

Hearing their shouting, two of the three walked out, and one stayed behind to watch the horse.

The two were one behind the other.

After approaching, the person in front asked, "Are you here to work? What do you know?"

"Masons, bricklayers, carpenters, blacksmiths, farming, everything is possible." The soldier said proudly.

"Are you going to fight?"

"No." The soldier didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Fighting kills people.

Why do you want to fight?

The enemy is coming, just protect Master Guerrilla and escape.

Anyway, there are horses.

"Oh, I don't think you will either. Well, we are about to build a new market here, and we urgently need skilled craftsmen."

"How much do you pay?"

"It's 30% higher than the market price. The daily settlement is 80 Wen and the monthly payment is three taels of silver. The longer you work, the higher the salary."

"Three taels of silver, can you give it all?" The soldier was overjoyed.

These days, a peddler can earn 20 taels of silver a year, which is a good year.

Ordinary workers earn only one or twenty taels of silver every year.

Two to four taels of silver buy one stone of rice.

One year's income can buy seven stones of rice.

It seems that you can live a good life, but this is an ideal situation where there are no exorbitant taxes, no one touches your hands, and no illnesses and disasters...

"Of course it can be paid in full. If someone cheats, you can report it online." The man said proudly.

"How did you give it?" the soldier asked.

"Whoever does the work will pay, cash, food, salt or bank notes, whatever you want." The man continued.

"Oh, just give it to me... can't we master guerrillas? Those are all our guerrilla soldiers." The guards made up their minds.

The man sneered, and he understood what the man was up to.

"We don't care what you do, anyway, in our place, whoever does the work gets paid."

"Okay, wait until I ask Mr. Guerrilla."

The soldier turned his head and drove his horse back.

"Three taels? Big families in the city only give one tael, or only at the end of the new year." Master Guerrilla was overjoyed.

He has 500 people, plus 200 civilian husbands, working for a month is 3*700=2100 taels of silver!

It costs more than 20,000 yuan to work for a year!

Food and grass can still be asked from the rear, and it doesn't matter if you don't give it. You can let the opposite party pay with food.

sent!

As for giving it to an individual, wouldn't it be good for him to find a reason to put it away later?

Anyway, the parents and family members of these soldiers are under his control, and he is not afraid that they will not pay.

In the end, I gave them a few hundred coins as pocket money.

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