Chapter 6: Free Market!
"So much!" Tang Lin was stunned.
Four or five catties!
A common family's income for half a year may not even be four or five taels!
Now, you can earn money just by focusing for two minutes!
"What's the big deal about 45." Little Gray saw his excited look and said indifferently, "Wait until you can engrave all the first-class regular symbols, that's when you'll really be able to make a lot of money."
"First-class regular symbol, can I carve it now?" Tang Lin couldn't help but ask.
"It's easy to imagine, but when you become a high-level martial artist and your finger strength is ten times that of an ordinary high-level martial artist, then you might have a chance to successfully engrave it." Xiaohui said with a pout.
"Top martial artist..." Tang Lin clenched his fist slightly and didn't think more about it, continuing to focus on drawing the talismans.
Perhaps it was the excitement earlier, this time while drawing, Tang Lin's hand trembled slightly, causing the entire talisman to be ruined, wasting a sheet of cinnabar paper.
"Go on!"
Tang Lin didn't get angry again, stabilized his emotions once more, and then seriously carved.
The third one succeeded, followed by the fourth one, also successful. The fifth one failed, the sixth chapter failed, the seventh one still failed, and the eighth one succeeded again...
Through Xiao Hui's teachings, Tang Lin came to know that carving talismans had a success rate, and the longer he carved, the lower his success rate would be. His physical strength in his arms and fingers, as well as his mental energy, would be depleted, causing his hands to shake and his mind to become unfocused.
He had drawn ten pieces in a row and rested for two hours before Tang Lin continued drawing.
Each successful one is worth four or five taels of silver!
Until dawn, Tang Lin had carved a total of 40 vermilion papers, with 28 successes.
At first he carved very quickly, but later his mind couldn't focus and he had to rest for a while before continuing to carve.
"Twenty-eight pieces!" Tang Lin gazed at the stack of talismans on his desk, his eyes radiating intense heat. "Each one weighs four or five taels, which means there's nearly 150 taels here!"
What can 150 taels of silver be used for?
The rent for the Tang Lin family mansion can be paid in two or three years!
It is possible to buy several hundred slaves and servants!
It's possible to hire five or six high-level martial artists as personal bodyguards for a year!
Most importantly, one hundred and fifty taels is enough to buy all the materials needed to refine the 'Blood Cloud Pill'!
"Want to try and see the power of this Moon Clock Symbol?" Little Grey smiled slyly at Tang Lin.
"Trial talismans?" Tang Lin looked at the twenty-eight talismans on the table, feeling a bit heartbroken. "One talisman is worth four or five taels of silver... But trying them out won't hurt."
Although Tang Lin was still young, he had always been familiar with the books of saints and sages, which made his mind open-minded and free.
"It doesn't matter, it only takes a few minutes to draw one." Tang Lin was immediately enthusiastic and took out a talisman from inside, asking: "Is it okay to just ignite it?"
Xiao Hui smiled and said: "You ignite it and hold one corner of the symbol, the power will envelop your body."
Tang Lin immediately grasped the talisman and moved it to the oil lamp, where one corner of the talisman was quickly ignited, with a fierce flame burning upwards.
"Whoosh" "Whoosh"
One after another, the flowing light flew up from the runes, like silver moonlight, and attached itself to Tang Lin's clothes, quickly, a faint white glow appeared on Tang Lin's clothes, making his clothes look like treasures.
"How amazing!" Tang Lin stared with his eyes wide open.
"It's just a basic talisman." Xiao Hui said confidently, "A truly powerful talisman, once unleashed, can destroy the heavens and earth, annihilating an entire city."
"Destroy the entire city?" Tang Lin heard with a gasp.
Good heavens!
What tremendous power is this?
Only legendary saints can achieve this, right?
Tang Lin's eyes shone with a brilliant light, and at this moment his entire body was enveloped in a soft silver glow, giving him a warm feeling as if the cold air had been completely shut out.
Tang Linzhen was worried that his father or older brother would visit at this time, and if they saw this scene, they would probably be frightened to death.
Half a time later, the pale silver light on his body finally dissipated, although he wasted a talisman, but seeing this strange phenomenon, Tang Lin did not regret it.
He put down the wolf hair brush, picked up the cinnabar paper and dog blood, then carefully collected the remaining twenty-seven talismans, and lay down on the bed.
"What's wrong with you?" Little Gray asked in surprise.
"Sleep." Tang Lin's voice came muffled from under the quilt, "Recover your strength, tomorrow go to the free market and sell these talismans, then buy materials!"
Xiao Hui smiled slightly and said, "You can really sleep."
Tang Lin couldn't sleep, he buried his body in the quilt, but his blood was boiling like a raging fire.
A month ago, I was still a mediocre scholar with the ambition of passing the imperial examination and getting a good position in the court, receiving a salary every month, so that I wouldn't need to rely on my family for support.
However, the salary of a seventh-grade prefect is only ten or twenty taels per month. Although he can be corrupt and make some extra money, how can it compare to his current situation?
One hundred and fifty taels in just one day!
When becoming a senior martial artist, able to depict first-class regular script, how much can be earned?
Tang Lin felt his future was bright and full of hope, a strong desire bursting in his chest that he had never experienced before.
It's going to be a sleepless night.
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Free Market is one of the three major markets in Longxiang City, the other two being Luoyu Pavilion and Wanjing Hall. Tang Lin chose Free Market because transactions here do not require filling out personal identity information, only a small rent needs to be paid, buy a stall, put your items on it, and someone will come to buy them.
The security of the free market is quite good, no one has ever dared to make trouble or rob here, because it is said that a martial artist is guarding this place!
Who dares to snatch things under the eyes of a martial artist?
That's not looking for death, it's suicide!
The next day, after returning from the academy, Tang Lin carried his book bag and came directly to the free market. At a glance, the entire free market was an extremely large square, densely packed with stalls, almost every stall had someone sitting on it, in front of them were their own goods.
Tang Lin rarely came here, he was very interested in his heart, put Xiao Hui in the book basket and walked in with his back.
"Come and take a look, we have top-grade cold iron here, which is the best material for forging weapons. Today is the last day of sale, don't miss it."
"There are all kinds of medicinal materials here, with fair prices and no cheating."
"The horns of 'Zi Jiao Niu', three liang each, whoever wants them should buy quickly."
Various vendors' calls echoed, some people grasped the treasures in their hands and enthusiastically recommended them to passersby, while others sat calmly in their seats, seemingly disdainful of the shouting.
"Qī jiǎo niú?" Táng Lín saw the purple horn in that person's hand, "The Qī jiǎo niú is a variant of water buffalo with a purple horn on its forehead, three times stronger than an ordinary fierce cow, classified as a 'fierce beast'."
Tang Lin, who was well-versed in the "Wu Dian", made a clear distinction between these animals, categorizing them into three levels: "domesticated birds", "ferocious beasts" and "demonic creatures".
Above the yao wu is the yao guai.
Domesticated animals are gentle and can be controlled by ordinary people. Fierce beasts, on the other hand, are more ferocious and have a stronger tendency to attack, such as this mutated purple-horned cow, which is extremely violent and cannot be tamed by ordinary people. Every year in the kingdom, there are people who are trampled to death by herds of purple-horned cows on the plains.
The monster is a fierce beast that has lived for over a hundred years and possesses primary spiritual intelligence, not only extremely powerful but also possessing a certain degree of wisdom.
As for the monster...
It has already become a complete spirit, cultivated for thousands of years, proficient in various transformation methods, able to transform into various forms, such as houses, humans, or other animals, etc., unpredictable and unfathomable, only powerful warriors can kill it!
Tang Lin looked back in one glance.
It's no wonder that in this free market, you can find everything from cosmetics for women to knives, guns, and clubs for fighting, as well as various medicinal herbs and rare treasures. Some people even sell mysterious treasure maps, but most of these are just scams.
Tang Lin saw several items that were as lovely as crystal, and his childish nature surged forth, almost unable to resist the urge to buy them. However, his wallet was empty, so he could only endure it.
Arriving at the market exchange, this is a magnificent and majestic building.
Tang Lin walked in.
In the spacious hall, all sorts of people were standing, behind the crowd there was a long gray sandalwood counter, inside which stood a slender and delicate woman, calculating accounts.
Tang Lin walked over and said, "Hello, I want to rent a stall."
"Uh-huh." The woman looked up at Tang Lin, "Ten cents each."
Tang Lin took out ten copper coins from the money bag in his book basket, and then received a wooden sign with the number "218" from the woman's hand.
Tang Lin walked along the stalls outside the door, and saw that stall 218 was empty. He immediately walked over, sat down cross-legged, placed his book basket to one side, took out ten "Moon Clock Symbols" from inside, held them in his hand to prevent them from being blown away by the wind, and quietly waited for customers to come to his door.
"Huh, brother, someone is actually selling talismans here!" A surprised and clear voice came over, followed by the appearance of two figures in Tang Lin's line of sight, a man and a woman. The man was about twenty-something years old, handsome and extraordinary, wearing a green shirt with an embroidered bamboo sword on his chest.
The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with black and shiny eyes full of vitality. At this moment, she pointed at Tang Lin's stall and pulled the man beside her to come over.
"Ah, it's just a kid." The girl looked at Tang Lin carefully for two seconds, somewhat surprised, and then disappointment appeared in her eyes.
What a high-end item is this talisman, how could it possibly appear in the hands of a child? It's probably just a fake.
