Lord of Puluo

No wonder Li Banfeng found this man friendly. ̲x̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

No wonder Li Banfeng feels that the whole village is very friendly.

Iron Gate Fort, a gathering place for home builders.

Li Banfeng was a little confused as to how this gathering place came to be.

Home healers don't want to come into contact with others. The word "gathering" is extremely difficult for home healers.

Moreover, the house repairers all have fixed houses, so they cannot move easily. It is simply unimaginable to want them to live together.

It does exist in Tiemenbao, and there are a lot of house builders living here. Li Banfeng looked around and saw houses one after another, with no end in sight.

A quarrel interrupted Li Banfeng's thoughts.

A young woman went out to buy rice. She rummaged through the rice bag and found a lot of sand.

The woman asked the old man driving the donkey cart: "Every time I buy rice from you, there is sand. There is more and more sand. You are too outrageous."

The old man snorted coldly and said: "Isn't it common for food to be transported all the way here with some mud and sand on it?

You are so delicate, don't eat rice, eat meat every day, there is no sand in the meat. "

The old man was shameless and unreasonable, but the woman did not argue with him and left with her head lowered.

The home repairman didn't seem to be good at quarreling, so he just gritted his teeth and decided not to buy from him.

Is it better to buy someone else’s?

all the same.

There is also a cart selling grain in the fort, and the rice and noodles are also mixed with something.

Moreover, their food prices are very high. In Puluo Prefecture, due to the existence of farming and cultivation, food has never been expensive. Even in Lushui City, a pound of rice only costs about 1.8 yuan.

And here it actually sold for two and a half yuan.

Not only rice, but other things are also sold.

Some sell cotton, some sell fabrics, some sell rouge, some sell books and newspapers, some sell pens and paper, and some sell daily necessities.

There are also people who come to get their hair cut. They don't go into the house, they just sit at the door. The homesteaders bring their own small stools and sit at the door. The master shaver puts a big cloth around it and starts shaving. After shaving, they calculate the money and don't care about washing their hair. The home repairmen went home to deal with it.

There are also people who come to collect toilets. They collect last night's toilet and replace it with a clean toilet. They charge a fee for each replacement.

All are door-to-door services.

If you can't go out to repair these houses, what do you do for a living?

Li Banfeng soon discovered something.

These vendors who come to Iron Gate Fort not only sell goods, but also receive goods.

The middle-aged woman who sells fabrics has collected a lot of ready-made clothes and embroidery, and her craftsmanship is quite good.

The man selling groceries collected a lot of pottery and porcelain, and the workmanship was very fine.

There was a home repairman who was very good at making cigarette rods. Several sellers came to his door to pick up the goods, and the business was quite prosperous.

The vendor selling books and newspapers was very discerning. He collected more than a dozen paintings, all of which were exquisitely crafted.

This means one thing, the cultivation level of these house repairmen who sell paintings has probably reached the fourth floor.

Affected by the technique, the painting skills of the fourth-story house repairer must be very exquisite. Of course, there are exceptions. Li Banfeng's painting skills are a little bit worse...

Unknowingly, Li Banfeng had been wandering around the Iron Gate Fort for more than an hour, and he was reluctant to leave.

Tiemen Fort made Li Banfeng feel very comfortable, indescribably comfortable.

Of course, there are also things that he can't stand. The vendors who come here to do business sell goods at prices much higher than the market price, and the prices they receive are much lower than the market price.

This results in very meager profits for home repairmen.

Of course, it is reasonable to earn a little more price difference for door-to-door transactions, but Li Banfeng felt that things like adding sand to the grain were too much.

He wanted to teach these grain sellers a lesson, but suddenly he heard a shout from behind him.

"Oops~"

A girl fell to the ground, surrounded by flowers and a cane.

This is not an ordinary walking stick, this is a blind bamboo used by blind people to find their way. The old lady Wu in the orphanage had poor eyesight and used this thing in her later years.

This girl is blind and should be a flower seller.

Looking at this situation, someone just knocked her down and the flowers were scattered everywhere.

Who knocked her down?

Li Banfeng looked up and saw that he really knew the young man who showed him the way.

The man sold two paintings and was chasing the cloth seller to buy some cloth when he accidentally knocked the girl down.

"My flower..." The girl groped all over the ground, with blood on her hands.

The young man quickly helped the girl pick up the flowers, his face was covered with sweat.

Zhaixiu is afraid of trouble, but he is even more afraid of causing trouble to others.

Zhaixiu is afraid of being hurt by others, but he is even more afraid of accidentally hurting others.

Especially for such a pitiful girl.

Some of the flowers scattered on the ground were stained with mud, some had broken stems, and some had fallen leaves.

The young man picked them up one by one, put them in the girl's hands, and kept apologizing to the girl.

"It's okay, it's okay..." The girl wiped the tears on her face, struggled to stand up, limped, and continued selling flowers.

"Buy flowers, who buys flowers~"

Just these two shouts, with tenderness, sorrow, and trembling from crying, made the young man collapse.

"Girl, wait a minute, I'll buy flowers." The young man chased after her.

"How much..." the girl asked timidly.

"I bought them all!"

The girl carried more than a hundred flowers, large and small, and he bought them all.

Some cost three yuan, some cost five yuan, a few hundred yuan more, and this is gone.

He had just sold paintings and made several hundred yuan, so he spent all his money on it.

To say he didn't feel bad was a lie, and the young man's cheeks were trembling.

But he still paid for it, otherwise he would not be able to get over this hurdle in his heart.

The girl accepted the money, with a smile on her face, and her dull eyes seemed to have some energy.

"Brother, thank you, you are a good person."

The young man shook his head and said, "What am I talking about...walk slowly and be careful on the road."

The girl took the blind male bamboo, poked it a little bit along the way, and left.

The young man stood behind him and kept looking at her. Until the girl's back completely disappeared, he held the flowers and returned to his home.

What a romantic encounter.

But Li Banfeng didn't feel romantic at all.

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He only noticed three things.

First, most of the flowers this girl sells are wild flowers that are common on the roadside. Li Banfeng is a traveling monk, so he is no stranger to these kinds of flowers. He can just find a piece of grass and pick a bunch of these flowers. Selling it and selling it for such a high price is really a bit unkind.

Second, the girl's flowers were not broken. She had many flowers that were broken in the first place. The young man's attention was focused on the girl and he did not notice the problem with the flowers, but Li Banfeng did.

Third, this girl doesn't know how to use blind male bamboo. When Li Banfeng was taking care of Mrs. Wu, he paid special attention to the usage of the blind male bamboo. The blind male bamboo swept left and right to explore the path, but she was not just making random guesses.

Li Banfeng frowned slightly, and a woman selling groceries next to him laughed: "You can see it, this person is fake, a little bitch, there is nothing wrong with learning in your good years, you have to come here to learn this."

Li Banfeng looked at the woman and asked, "Do you recognize her?"

The woman nodded: "This bitch's name is Sui Donglan. She has read books and knows how to read. It is said that she had a job in the city before.

But later I became obsessed with making money, lost all my belongings on the gambling table, and was still in debt. I ran to Iron Gate Castle to hide from the debt and cheat money.

Today she is a flower girl, specializing in deceiving this ignorant young man. Tomorrow she pretends to be a beggar and deceives that soft-hearted good man.

Yesterday she dressed up alluring and said that she was for sale. An old bachelor was deceived by her and gave her ten thousand yuan without even touching her. How shameless she is. "

Li Banfeng nodded slightly and said, "It's shameless."

A man selling cigarettes next to him snorted: "Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai. One is willing to beat him, and the other is willing to suffer. Who can let these people cheat?"

The woman didn't like to hear this: "What do you mean by being easy to deceive? People just don't have bad intentions! If the theory of truth can defeat them, how many sects can defeat them?"

This is still at the doorstep of someone else's house. If someone really wants to do something dirty, what liar can escape? "

The man shook his head and said, "How could they have any intention of doing evil?"

"Why not? How did that gang of cheaters die before? Have you forgotten how?"

The man lit a cigarette and said, "Those guys who cheated Xiu Tai are nothing, just kill them."

Li Banfeng was stunned for a long time and asked, "What is cheating?"

"It's a Taoist school!" said the woman selling groceries, "You haven't heard of cheating repairs, have you? They look like fake repairs, and they look like real things. You can't tell them apart at all."

Isn’t it true that there are no living foolish cultivators in the world?

Why are there still cheating cultivators?

Stupid is stupid, cheating is cheating, are these two really not the same sect?

Li Banfeng asked: "What are you pretending to be like? That Sui Donglan is also a liar?"

The woman selling groceries sneered: "She really wants to, but she doesn't know why, but she never meets the salesman.

The last time the salesman came to Tiemenbao, she came late and didn't catch up.

The last time the salesman came to Iron Gate Castle, she caught up with him, but he didn't enter Iron Gate Castle at that time, and there were no other customers around.

Sui Donglan didn't know the salesman and thought he was just an ordinary seller of groceries. She didn't even take a look at it and just missed him.

She was so angry afterwards! Otherwise, her fate is unlucky! "

The man selling cigarettes shook his head and said, "It's not fate. I guess the salesman is avoiding her on purpose. This girl is so cunning. If she tries to cheat cultivators again, she won't become a spirit!"

Li Banfeng asked the woman selling groceries: "You said Sui Donglan didn't recognize the seller last time?"

The woman selling groceries nodded.

Li Banfeng picked up a rattle from the woman's stall: "Who can I sell this to? To a child who is a home builder?"

The woman smiled and said: "There is no need to sell it to children, the home repairman also likes to play with these things."

Li Banfeng looked at the feather duster next to the rattle again: "This thing is really fun.

I want this car of yours. Let’s calculate the price. "

The woman was startled and didn't hear what Li Banfeng said clearly: "You said you want all the goods in this truck?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "I even want your car."

…

Sui Donglan left Iron Gate Fort and no longer pretended to be blind.

When she reached a deserted place, she put down the blind bamboo, wiped the blood on her hands, and began to count the money.

The blood stains on her hands are fake, and so are the wounds she broke. The flowers she sells are all picked from the wild fields on the roadside.

This kind of flower cannot be sold to women. Even a female homesteader can tell that this flower is not of high quality.

But selling it to a man is much easier, because the man only looks at her face, not her flowers.

Half of the flowers were sold, and I really didn’t want to sell the remaining half, so I found someone to deal with it.

The home repairman who showed Li Banfeng the way was the one she liked. She bumped into him and threw him to the ground, with some red ink on his hands, and the scene was completed.

Zhaixiu is good at cheating. After being deceived, he still doesn't know that he has been deceived. Even if he knows, he never tells others. Sui Donglan has used this method many times.

But I can’t pretend to be blind tomorrow, it’s a bit too obvious.

What will you wear tomorrow?

While she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard the sound of drums in her ears.

Ding-dang-dang, ding-dang-dang.

"Foreign soap, alabaster, matches, foreign wax, and foreign shovels! A cart full of good stuff and old signatures. If you have enough, you can take your pick!"

"Salesman!" Sui Donglan's eyes lit up and she rushed to the side of the road, where she saw a man pushing a truck, wearing a felt hat with the brim extremely low, playing a rattle and shouting.

Is this really a salesman?

The shouting was unmistakable, it was exactly what the cloth seller Lao Yu said.

But this is not the right day! Why is he here at this time?

Sui Donglan was suspicious, but then remembered another thing.

Lao Zhang, a charcoal seller, once said that sometimes the charcoal sellers don't come according to the day, and it is considered lucky to meet them.

It seems that my fortune has turned out well.

Sui Donglan came to the salesman, with a shy face, and asked in a soft voice: "Are you a salesman?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "You still need to ask?"

Sui Donglan lowered her voice and asked, "Is there any medicinal powder?"

"Yes!" Li Banfeng took out two pickle jars, "Jin Xiu is one hundred yuan, cheating Xiu is three hundred thousand, which one do you want?"

PS: Without a cabinet with drawers, a pickle jar will do just fine.

I just don’t know if the salesman will be angry.