Chapter 19 Chapter 19 [Thanks for 30,000 nutrient solution extra update]

The Yueming Festival is held every five days and only at night.

Wu Pingyuan looked forward to it day and night, and finally the next Yueming Collection came.

Together with his uncle who was in charge of accounting, he arrived at the market early to wait. Wu Pingyuan, with his eyes wide open, walked from the east to the west of the market, fearing that he would miss any figure.

Uncle Master couldn't wait any longer and asked hurriedly, "Have you found the master?"

Wu Pingyuan shook his head.

The uncle rubbed his palm back and forth a few times, and it was hard to tell whether he was comforting Wu Pingyuan or comforting himself: "Be patient and wait, maybe in a while, those little masters will come."

Indeed, while Wu Pingyuan and his uncle were anxiously waiting, Yan Luoyue and the other two were desperately rushing towards Yuemingji.

The reason for their late arrival was very reasonable and legitimate: because Yan Gan and Sang Ji were kept in court.

Yesterday, Yan Luoyue lit the fire and boiled out three full buckets of ointment.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji helped her pack the things overnight, and the results are now in the three people's storage bags.

The three people who were obsessed with manual work were so focused on their money-making business that they forgot one very important thing.

Until this morning, when we arrived at school, the teacher asked everyone to hand in their homework.

“…”

Sang Ji and Yan Gan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Of course, the homework was not done, so the two of them had to lie down and accept the punishment, and spread their palms to receive the bamboo stick.

After being scolded by the teacher, the two of them looked in the direction of Yan Luoyue tacitly and gave her a look of sympathy that said everything.

Yan Gan silently encouraged her with his eyes: It’s okay, sister, you just happened to have made some medicine last night.

Sang Ji supported silently in his heart: Don't be afraid, sister, getting beaten is a common occurrence. Remember to apply the medicine you made after being beaten.

This feeling of sympathy only lasted until Yan Luoyue's next action.

Yan Luoyue paused for a moment, then slowly reached out to the desk, took out a homework from her schoolbag and handed it in!

Yan Gan & Sang Ji: “!!!”

I'm surprised. We are both obsessed with making money, so why are you able to hand in your homework?

Besides, since you have finished your homework, why didn’t you tell us earlier so that you can lend it to your two dearest brothers to copy?

Yan Luoyue's eyes twitched slightly, and she felt even more speechless than these two unlucky brothers.

She said, "Haven't you noticed? I don't have martial arts classes in the afternoon, so I finish all my homework then."

In short, the only two people in the class who did not hand in their homework were kept after school that night. In addition to making up for yesterday's homework, they were also required to write twenty pages of large characters each.

After all this was finally over, Yan Gan and Sang Ji picked up Yan Luoyue and ran at full speed towards Yuemingji.

This time, they didn't even have time to go to the back mountain to catch pheasants.

So on the way, Yan Gan and Sang Ji kept giving way to each other. They encouraged each other to be brave and become role models in breaking bones. Don't worry, brother, I will definitely be gentle when I pick up the stick.

Of course, this kind of discussion will not lead to any conclusion.

The three of them ran to Yueming Market in one breath, but the good spots were already occupied by other monsters. They had no choice but to search every corner of the market, looking for a suitable place to set up their stall.

Sang Ji had sharp eyes and soon found a decent spot for the stall. He did not say anything but secretly winked at Yan Gan.

Yan Gan immediately understood and nodded to Sang Ji.

So the two of them rushed straight towards the vacant space.

Coincidentally, there happened to be another squirrel demon who also took a fancy to this Feng Shui treasure land.

“…”

When their eyes met, fighting spirit rose.

Although there was no referee whistle, both teams rushed towards the target destination with the spirit of a 100-meter race!

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the side and ended this smokeless game ahead of time.

The hand grabbed the corner of Yan Gan's clothes steadily and accurately, causing Yan Gan to pause and stumble.

So the squirrel demon got on all fours and took the lead in occupying the stall.

He was so happy that he could hardly keep his body steady. His big, fluffy tail bounced out from under his clothes uncontrollably and swayed twice in joy.

Yan Gan turned around with a dark face and looked fiercely at the culprit who was grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"What are you doing?"

After a moment of hesitation, Yan Gan recognized the other person's face and his tone suddenly became more ferocious: "It's you? Did you do this on purpose?"

The human cultivator who grabbed the corner of Yan Gan's clothes was overjoyed. It was Wu Pingyuan.

After searching for a long time, Wu Pingyuan finally found the target. He smiled so hard that his eyebrows were not visible.

Noticing Yan Gan's unfriendly expression, Wu Pingyuan quickly raised a hand and said with a friendly smile: "Two young masters, don't be angry yet. Listen to me. Our sect has a big business to discuss with you."

"...Little Master?"

Sang Ji and Yan Gan looked at each other, not understanding what this strange name was.

"...Big business?"

When her ears picked up the key words, Yan Luoyue's eyes suddenly lit up.

The coin-sized turtle slid to the cuffs and transformed into a bright-eyed little girl.

The girl grabbed her brother's sleeve, landed on the ground with both feet, and jumped on the spot as a buffer.

Wu Pingyuan stood there and watched the whole process of the little turtle transforming into a human.

He blinked, feeling a little strange.

"What does your sect want to buy? Sweet and delicious pills, right?" Yan Luoyue looked around and pointed to a tea stall with warm yellow lights, "Let's go sit down there and talk."

"Wait a minute." Wu Pingyuan rubbed his ears. "I might have heard it wrongly. What is the name of that black ointment?"

Yan Luoyue answered seriously: "Sweet and delicious pill."

Wu Pingyuan: “…”

To be honest, he couldn't understand.

The master's naming skills are almost on par with the person who named "Little Turtle Paste", right?

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The main negotiator sent by the Canglang Sect was their accounts uncle—a middle-aged man with a figure like an iron tower.

The main negotiator among Yan Luoyue and the other two was Sang Ji.

As the son of an elder of the black-lipped crocodile tribe, Sang Ji has seen a lot of the world with his father.

Sang Ji recalled his father's posture when negotiating transactions, and tried to imitate him, which actually made him look quite intimidating.

These two parties, on one side is a physical cultivation sect, who occasionally serves as an accountant; on the other side is a half-baked crocodile demon who has just started out.

The levels of the two are exactly the same.

Their discussion on how to supply the sweet and delicious pills was like a fight between two greenhorns.

With Yan Luoyue adding a few words at the right time, they struggled to draft the first version of the tentative terms.

The contents of this one-year contract are as follows:

First, Yan Luoyue and the other two would supply 8,000 boxes of ointment to the Canglang Sect every quarter, at the price of 15 spirit beads per box.

Second, the Canglang Sect will first pay Yan Luoyue and the other two 600 low-grade spirit stones as a deposit for this quarter.

Third, in addition, during the supply period, if Yan Luoyue and the other two still have enough energy to sell the ointment to the outside world, the Canglang Sect will not interfere. But Yan Luoyue and the other two must guarantee that the price they sell to the Canglang Sect is the lowest price in the market.

During the negotiation process, Sang Ji couldn't help but wink at Yan Luoyue.

Sang Ji: Sister, there are so many medicines, can you finish them all by yourself?

Yan Luoyue nodded confidently: Don't worry, no problem.

Under sufficient conditions, Yan Luoyue wouldn't even have to refine such a simple low-level elixir herself.

Once she buys the right kind of fire, she can make an automatic medicine-making machine.

After exchanging opinions thoroughly, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but ask the other party: "The healing effect of the sweet and delicious pill is indeed good, but why do you need so much?"

Eight thousand boxes in just one quarter is no small number.

The accountant uncle said truthfully: "The sect intends to distribute this plaster to the disciples as a monthly subsidy."

Although it is not of high quality, this medicine is very useful for physical training.

The Canglang Sect knew that they were facing three children, but their attitude was not at all contemptuous, because they hoped to maintain a good relationship with the other party and strive to further the cooperation in the future, and ask the master to develop more external injury medicines that can be used by Jindan and Yuanying.

…Even these three people were tight-lipped. The accountant tried to probe them for a long time but still couldn’t find out who the “master” of refining the medicine was.

Wu Pingyuan said casually: "It's a pity that the medicine box for the plaster is not big. It can be emptied with just a few fingers. Seven or eight boxes a month may not be enough."

The box containing the ointment is cute and exquisite, only the size of a matchbox, and it looks particularly delicate in the palms of the rough men.

Yan Luoyue spread her hands innocently.

The dosage may be a little small, but the bamboo boxes sold in grocery stores are only that size.

But speaking of the bamboo box, it reminded her...

Yan Luoyue touched his chin and said, "Do we have to put the medicine in a small box? Can we use a different container - for example, a jar?"

The accountant replied hesitantly, "Okay...right."

Under the terms of the contract, he believed that the other party would not tamper with the amount of drugs.

Well, considering the name of the sweet and delicious Dan and its color, it is hard not to think of it as a jar full of sweet noodle sauce.

Yan Luoyue happily shook the other person's hand: "Then it's settled!"

This way, she can save the money of buying bamboo boxes and the time of packing them by hand.

Yan Gan gave the other party some advice with great experience: "When distributing the ointment, remember to have the disciples prepare their own containers in advance. You only need to take a rice spoon. One disciple comes and scoops a spoonful for him, and another disciple comes and scoops a spoonful for him..."

Accounting Master: "..."

Enough, stop talking, he has a picture in his mind.

Isn't this more like scooping sauce in the cafeteria? !

Yan Luoyue and his friends have prepared a total of 500 boxes of ointment for this stall. Now that they have negotiated a good deal with the Canglang Sect, they can advance the 500 boxes to them.

Just as Yan Luoyue and the other two were diligently carrying the medicine basket out, a bright light suddenly flashed in the corner of Yan Luoyue's eye.

She felt strange and couldn't help lowering her head and looking around.

At this moment, two or three stalls away from them, a conversation was carried by the wind into Yan Luoyue's ears.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a demon snake? The beast is emerald green in color, not even as thick as a little finger, and only as long as from the fingertip to the base of the palm..."

“No.”

"If there are any cultivators willing to provide clues, my young master will be grateful to you regardless of whether the demon snake is dead or alive!"

"Well, let us help you find it..."

Yan Luoyue blinked and thought: Hey, that streak of light that just passed through the corner of her eye seemed to be emerald green?

As she thought about it, she lowered her head.

The next second, Yan Luoyue's gaze fixed on the basket in front of him.

Not far away, the "demon snake" that several monks were searching for was now under Yan Luoyue's nose.

The tea stall's lights were soft and dim, reflecting the little green snake's emerald scales into a stunningly bright green color. The beautiful green color was so rich that Yan Luoyue actually felt that it looked familiar.

The little green snake didn't know it had been discovered and was still trying hard to get into the basket.

Perhaps it had heard the search going on not far away, so the exposed half of its jade tail became pointed and trembled like a rustling little bell.

“…”

The number -0.5 suddenly flashed before his eyes. Yan Luoyue looked up consciously and looked at his health bar.

Sure enough, she lost blood again.

Yan Luoyue had a vague feeling: this time, his health points were lost because of cuteness.