"Fellow Daoist Lin, this is your stall. For the next five years, this stall belongs to you. But if you don't open the stall for three consecutive months, we will visit you. If you are still not there, we will take back the stall, and the money will not be refunded."

The staff of Yunzhongcheng who is responsible for managing the vendors in the West City Market said to Lin Jiang. Now his name is Lin Yang. Anyway, there are many people with the surname Lin in Yunzhongcheng, so he is not afraid of being exposed.

"I understand. Although I have just come to Yunzhongcheng, I have asked people about it."

Lin Jiang said with a smile. He has completely abandoned Lin Yu's identity, and the same is true for Juxing Tower. This is to prevent any accidents. With

a newly rented house and a newly rented stall, Lin Jiang is ready to do his old business. In fact, except for drawing talismans, Lin Jiang doesn't know much about other things. His cooking skills are good, but he can't work in a high-end restaurant in the Qi training period. If it is a stall, forget it. The price is too low. Many things are calculated with spirit beads. How much do you have to sell to earn a spirit stone?

After handing over to the management staff, Lin Jiang immediately took out the talismans to sell, but there were not many customers. Among the three major markets in Yunzhong City, the West City Market is the smallest one, with only more than a thousand stalls, and naturally, the customers are the least.

However, Lin Jiang is not worried about the problem of business. Good wine needs no bush. His talisman drawing skills are not the best among the same level of immortals, but he is definitely in the top ten. If he works harder, he will naturally be able to stand out.

Now Lin Jiang's talisman drawing skills are perfect. He knows more than 30 kinds of first-level top-grade talismans, and the success rate of each one has reached more than 90%, almost 100% success. When

two hours were up, Lin Jiang closed the stall and left. There was still money in the storage bag, and Lin Jiang was not in a hurry to use the talismans to make a profit. When

he returned home, the big and small sand sculptures came over. They were starving, chirping and fluttering at Lin Jiang, wanting Lin Jiang to feed them. Lin Jiang took out the dried meat and threw it to them.

After the big and small sand sculptures advanced to the second stage, their appetite increased again. They could not be full without 50 to 60 kilograms of dried meat every day, which made Lin Jiang feel a little overwhelmed.

Originally, letting them go out to hunt was the most cost-effective, but Lin Jiang was worried about He Yunwei. The He family was still in its heyday in Yunzhong City. Who knows if they still remember this matter.

So the first thing Lin Jiang did when he came to Xicheng was to get food for the big and small sand sculptures. It was still his old business. Lin Jiang went fishing in Yuntuo River. Now he has three storage bags on him, all of which are dried fish meat, a full 100,000 kilograms, enough for the big and small sand sculptures to consume for a while.

However, fishing is actually a cover. Lin Jiang’s real purpose is to go treasure hunting. Lin Jiang rescued Liu Siyu and Liu Dong, not completely out of kindness, but also because Liu Hui mentioned the treasures hidden by their Liu family.

After that, Lin Jiang left without saying goodbye, but also paid three years of rent to Liu Siyu and others. In addition to other things, the spiritual stones he paid were about 120,000 or 130,000. It can't be a loss.

A few days ago, Lin Jiang, under the guise of fishing, followed the instructions on Liu Hui's map and found quite a few spiritual herbs. These spiritual herbs were not planted by the Liu family themselves, but were wild spiritual herbs they found. However, they did not hand them over to the Three-forked Fish Gang, but kept them privately and would pick them when needed.

Liu Hui and his team have been doing this for decades, and have picked a lot of spiritual herbs one after another, but there are more left, mainly because many spiritual herbs are not up to standard in age. If they are picked in advance, the value of the spiritual herbs will be greatly reduced.

The same is true for Lin Jiang. He picked more than ten spiritual herbs, and the total value will not exceed three thousand, but as long as the remaining spiritual herbs are not picked by others in advance, it will be easy to make back the money.

"My biggest advantage is time. If I have a fixed residence and plant high-level spiritual herbs in the residence, I can also make a lot of money after hundreds or thousands of years. Unfortunately, the housing prices in Yunzhong City are too expensive."

Lin Jiang sighed. He even thought about settling in the Yunzhong Mountains and building a cave for himself so that he could continue farming.

But after thinking about it, he still rejected it. The Yunzhong Mountains were too dangerous. There were many independent cultivators there. In order to fight for the territory, no one knew how many people died every day. It would not last long. Going to the Yunzhong Mountains would easily expose his secret.

"In the blink of an eye, I have been in Yunzhong City for almost fifty years. I really want to go out for a walk."

Lin Jiang sometimes thought about going out for a walk. The world is too big and wonderful. There are too many stories and scenery waiting for him to appreciate. Unfortunately, his strength is too low and the risk of going out is too great, so he can only give up.

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"Fellow Daoist Lin Yang"

One day, Lin Jiang came to the stall again, and an old man in the stall next to him greeted Lin Jiang.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you're here really early."

"Come early to do some business. Fellow Daoist Lin Yang, would you like a basket of steamed buns?"

the old man said to Lin Jiang. His stall sells steamed buns, and they have been selling for hundreds of years. They are passed down from generation to generation.

"Okay, but don't want fish meat. I want monster meat. Any monster will do."

"Then let's have the golden horn beef buns. My golden horn beef buns are the most famous."

"Okay."

"I'll give you another bowl of beef soup."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xu,"

Lin Jiang thanked him. The old man beside him was called Xu Wei. He also had a grandson next to him. He was seventeen or eighteen years old and was only at the second level of Qi training. He was also helping to make buns.

The Xu family can be called the natives of Yunzhong City. His ancestors came to Yunzhong City more than three hundred years ago. It has been passed down for seven or eight generations. It is absolutely no problem to say that they are natives. The Xu family

has never produced a big figure. Seven or eight generations have not had a foundation-building stage. They are all in the Qi training stage. However, the Xu family has a very inspiring thing, that is, relying on the wealth accumulated from generation to generation, they bought a house in Yunzhong City.

Lin Jiang knew how high the housing prices in Yunzhong City were. It was already a great achievement to be able to do this. With a house, he could gain a foothold in Yunzhong City, which was particularly beneficial to the development of the family.

However, the Xu family was a little unlucky. Xu Wei originally had a son who was very talented and had already joined the Zhongxing Sect to practice. Unexpectedly, he died while performing a mission a few years ago, and the development of the Xu family was abruptly interrupted.

"The skin is thin and the filling is large. The taste is still so good. The Xu family's century-old reputation is well-deserved."

Lin Jiang took a bite of the bun and immediately praised Xu Wei. The Xu family's buns are very famous, the business is very good, and the taste is really good.

"As long as you like it,

Fellow Daoist Lin." "Then I'll leave my breakfast to

you from now on." "Of course, I'll save whatever flavor you like."

"No fish or vegetables, just meat. Leave me twenty every morning."

Lin Jiang said. The war between the Three-forked Fish Gang and the Giant Wave Fish Gang had only been over for less than a year. He didn't dare to eat the monster fish in the Yuntuo River. He didn't like vegetarian buns either. Men are carnivores.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lin, for taking care of my business."

Xu Wei was happy. This was a big customer. The vendors in the big market were all casual cultivators. They didn't have much money, so they wouldn't spend so much money on buns.

His buns cost five spirit beads each, and twenty buns were one spirit stone. Thirty spirit stones a month was already a lot of money.

Lin Jiang didn't care about it. He didn't even care about the expense of one spirit stone. Ever since he used the spirit gathering array to practice, he became fascinated by this environment with abundant spiritual energy. He was no longer used to the days without the spirit gathering array. It was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, so he spent thirty spirit stones on the spirit gathering array every day.