Chapter 120: Got Prowned by a Pig [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Shen Tang gritted his teeth, his molars grinding together with a creaking sound.

She had ample reason to suspect that Qi Shan did it on purpose.

They didn't even remind her!

Thinking of those flatbreads, plums, maltose, and wine jars... each one, each plum, each maltose, each jar, the process was incredibly slow and left me with a dry mouth.

It's like she painstakingly drew posters, making one identical poster after another, almost completing the client's task, only to have someone ask her why she didn't just go to a print shop to make a few copies—

Holy crap, this thing can even photocopy?!

What was she working so hard for all this time?

He could only swallow his anger and resentment.

but--

Shen Tang secretly pulled out her little notebook and wrote this down!

She didn't deliberately hide her emotions, so Qi Shan naturally wouldn't miss the fact that Shen Tang's face clearly showed her "holding a grudge," and couldn't help but chuckle.

Shen Tang: "..."

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

This guy is definitely looking down on me.

She grew increasingly angry and was about to try to win over Zhai Le as an "ally" when she noticed that he was lost in thought, looking curious and puzzled. It wasn't until she waved her hand in front of his face several times that he suddenly snapped back to reality.

"What is Xiaofang thinking about? Why are you so focused?"

"I'm thinking about that Word of Power."

Shen Tang's hair stood on end, and she strongly resisted: "Stop, stop, stop—I can't stand hearing that incantation right now."

Zhai Le: "Aren't you curious?"

Shen Tang has a strong survival instinct: "Curiosity killed the cat!"

"I am very curious. Just how powerful is that incantation? It can drain the literary energy from the dantian in an instant, even affecting the literary heart? If I remember correctly, Brother Shen only uttered the first four characters, 'How can I obtain a spacious mansion?' Compared to the entire incantation, these four characters are not particularly significant. What would it be like if it were successfully activated?"

Shen Tang shook his head like a rattle-drum.

She wasn't curious at all, not even a little bit!

Four words that barely make up the sentence completely drained its literary charm; if she were to write the whole sentence, she would have to risk several lives!

Qi Shan did have some guesses.

"Even with your extensive experience, Young Master Zhai can't guess it?"

“There are countless kinds of Word Spirits, each different. Even those renowned Word Spirit masters wouldn’t dare say they could guess the function of an unfamiliar Word Spirit.” Zhai Le smiled shyly and said, “Judging from the literal meaning, perhaps it’s a defensive military formation Word Spirit? For example, using literary and martial energy to forge military defenses and resist invading enemies?”

Qi Shan: "..."

Under normal circumstances, there's nothing wrong with making this assumption.

But Young Master Shen is not normal.

It cannot be judged by common sense.

Even the most normal words of magic become strange in the hands of Young Master Shen, such as "The Zhouyuan Plain is fertile, and the bitter herbs are as sweet as honey", "drawing a cake to satisfy hunger", "looking at plums to quench thirst"... What about this line "How can I obtain thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor scholars of the world and make them happy"?

Qi Shan is more inclined to believe that houses will actually spring up!

If that's the case, then it's only natural that the literary spirit has been drained.

Thousands of mansions shelter the poor and needy—how magnificent and grand!

This house cannot be a shoddy construction project; it must meet the highest acceptance standards and be a good house that is "as solid as a mountain, unshakable by wind and rain"!

Qi Shan felt she could offer some advice to Shen Tang.

Forget about "ten million houses," let's set a small goal first.

How about "a small room"?

There is perhaps a chance of success.

The three of them, leading two eye-catching black-faced animals, arrived at their destination. Compared to the outside, this place was much more lively.

Listening to the vendors' shouts and haggling, Shen Tang found the scene utterly absurd and comical, yet she herself was part of it. Lost in thought, she noticed Qi Shan was already chatting animatedly with a vendor. He wanted to buy only young, strong men, the younger the better.

Ideally, the age should be between fifteen and twenty.

The vendor's eyes lit up when he heard that.

It should be noted that men in this age group are the most valuable; they are young and strong, and once bought, they can immediately work in the fields. Their value is second only to women in their late twenties. Qi Shan wants quite a few, and if the deal can be reached, all the goods brought out this time can be sold smoothly.

Men of this age are valuable, but they can also be eaten.

Raising them for more days means losing money on feed for more days.

He wanted to cut back on the price, but if the person starved himself too much and became emaciated, he wouldn't be able to sell them and would be stuck with them.

Looking at the three people's clean and presentable attire, the vendor's smile deepened. He warmly ushered his big customer aside, ready to use all his tricks to rip Qi Shan off as much as possible!

Zhai Le certainly knew how to enjoy himself, using his big black pig as a small stool. He sat on the pig's back and slowly walked back and forth. Shen Tang was bored at the moment, and since her literary energy had not yet recovered, she was listless and listless, leaning against a pillar and yawning.

Little did they know, a pair of malicious eyes were waiting for their chance to strike—it was the dark-faced man with a saddle on his back, reins around his neck, and a satchel on his hip!

Shen Tang yawned again, feeling sleepy.

Zhai Le, riding a pig, said, "Brother Chen, this is the twenty-first one already. If you're really that sleepy, why don't we find a place to rest?"

Shen Tang forced herself to stay alert.

"Count how many times I yawned. You're pretty boring too."

Zhai Ledao said, "Because there's nothing to do..."

He did want to suggest that Shen Tang have a sip of wine to sober up, but considering that Mr. Qi Shan was nearby, getting caught would be disastrous, so he had to give up the idea. As drowsiness washed over him, the little bit of energy Shen Tang had just mustered vanished completely.

He mumbled, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when Yuanliang arrives."

He leaned against the pillar and squinted.

And Black-Faced Man is also waiting for this opportunity.

Sudden--

It suddenly sprang up and nudged Tang's calf with its nose!

Shen Tang: "???"

The sudden force caused her to lose her balance and fall to the ground with a thud, completely waking her from sleep. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the big black pig make a beautiful, extreme turn—it had nudged her and left her with a round, pert rump.

Black-faced Lang seized the opportunity and unleashed a burst of power from all four pig trotters.

Prepare to clear the way with your sturdy body!

He'd clash with any god he encountered, and kick any Buddha he met!

The people on the path were terrified and hurriedly dodged to the sides, afraid that they would be knocked away by the big black pig. They were very tempted by the big black pig's body, but once the black pig was unrestrained, its rampaging power could be deadly!

Zhai Le, who was teasing the pig, was taken aback.

He was just about to draw his bow and arrow to kill the pig and prevent it from harming anyone when his gaze sharpened and he noticed someone suddenly blocking the pig's path, neither dodging nor avoiding it!

It has a majestic posture, ready to confront the big black pig head-on.

He was an extremely burly, dark-skinned man with messy long hair tied up haphazardly with straw. Judging by his appearance, he was about the same height as Gong Shuwu, but his shoulders and back were much broader, his arms were muscular, and the muscles on his chest were so prominent that even his loose-fitting clothes could not completely conceal them.

He stood in front of the black pig, his shirt tucked into his belt, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his center of gravity slightly lowered, and his muscular calves, exposed from his tattered trousers, were tense and ready to strike!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The black pig charged forward with unstoppable momentum!

(End of this chapter)