He first used the wooden planks he carried on his back to form a low table with the sticks he had with him. He then placed his small stove next to it and placed the casserole on top of it. The stove was filled with red-hot charcoal he had burned early in the morning. Soon, a rich aroma of meat wafted through the area.
Then he took out a wooden board with the words "Monster Beast Soup Braised Meat, one pound per spirit. First come, first served, while stocks last."
On the small board next to it were the pieces of meat stewed last night and a kitchen knife.
The other vendors nearby were seeing cooked meat for the first time, and the monks passing by couldn't help but glance over. The aroma of meat wafted through the air, and those selling spiritual rice, talisman paper, and other sundries were all drooling. They'd never felt so greedy before.
"Little brother, this is real monster meat, so cheap."
A middle-aged male cultivator who was selling spiritual rice next to Jiang Yun swallowed his saliva and asked curiously,
"Hey, monster meat isn't that cheap. I cooked it in the broth from monster meat, so it has some flavor."
Yes, Jiang Yun just used the ordinary beast meat cooked with the monster meat soup made by Zhang Xindao, so it costs one spirit stone per pound.
"Oh, little brother, you have such a channel?" The middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but look at Jiang Yun carefully. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a mortal in the Xiantian realm.
"I'm from Shixiang Pavilion." Jiang Yun introduced himself.
"Oh, no wonder. Give me a pound... half a pound to try."
He thought about it and reluctantly took out a handful of spiritual sand.
Lingsha is a currency with a lower unit than Lingshi, and is also a fragment of Lingshi. The general exchange rate is 10 Lingsha for one Lingshi.
Jiang Yun took the spiritual sand, weighed half a pound with a straw scale, wrapped it in oil paper and handed it to the other party.
"Delicious, delicious, it really is worthy of being meat cooked in monster soup." The middle-aged man selling rice praised while eating, and the two people also started chatting with each other.
This cultivator was called Luo Ping, a casual cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining. He was also a veteran of Ziyun Market. He had been here for over a decade, working as a spiritual farmer in the spiritual fields outside the north city. He looked middle-aged, but he was actually no more than 30 years old, and he usually cultivated the land and set up a stall to practice.
"Hey, it's hard to be a casual cultivator. Don't look at me selling spiritual rice every day. In fact, I don't eat much. Isn't it all for the purpose of selling spiritual stones to earn money for cultivation?"
Luo Ping complained while eating the braised meat in his mouth.
Jiang Yun took the opportunity to pick up the spiritual rice from the other stall and examined it carefully. It was indeed a circle larger than ordinary rice, each one crystal clear, like jade, and much heavier. When he saw the price, he immediately knew that he couldn't afford it.
"Three yuan for a pound of spiritual rice, spiritual rice is really not cheap."
Jiang Yun's braised meat was first tasted by Luo Ping, an old spiritual farmer at the market, and soon the monks passing by also started buying it by the pound or half pound.
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