Chapter 417 I Went to Buy Another Pot of Shy Grass

In the blink of an eye, another week passed.

Recently, Fang Zheng was in Old street, and he didn't see Mr. Fu or Butcher zhang every once in a while.

Zuo qianhu was the only old friend left in Old street.

However, when Fang Zheng brought clothes to the nursery today, Zuo qianhu told him something unexpected.

After a while, Zuo qianhu will also leave Zhou city for a while. He will go to Sanhuang well in Blessed Land, 28th, and meet with Mr. Fu, Butcher zhang and other Yin si night travel envoys to prepare for the upcoming opening of Blessed Land.

According to reliable information from Zuo qianhu, Blessed Land was about to open after a long time of preparation.

Ordinary people around Blessed Land have long been evacuated under military seals.

The news from Zuo qianhu gave Fang Zheng more time and urgency. Fortunately, his progress in training was about to reach its most critical point tonight.

Tonight, he will be able to complete the Ming yu gong and the rohan voldemort. Today, he will be relying on green runes to integrate and upgrade several internal works.

Fang Zheng walked out of the nursery with a heavy heart.

But before leaving the nursery, Fang Zheng took Yiyi's newly carved python shoes, little white, ostrich house, dai xu, da nuo tuo, da you fish, xiao wu dui and other woodcarving handicrafts with him and continued to sell them in the university city's shops.

Perhaps it was because of the popularity of the university town that one could be sold every day recently.

Although not much,

But it was better to be stable every day.

Yiyi was overjoyed by this. In the past, he had come to Zuo qianhu's store full of expectations and returned disappointed.

But now, this little guy is living a full life every day, and the thing he looks forward to most every day is not watching cartoons on the tablet that Fang Zheng left behind after graduating from college. Instead, he was looking forward to coming to Zuo qianhu's store every day, carving small animals in one piece at a time.

Fang Zheng thought it was an unexpected gain that the child was finally willing to put down his electronic products and stop clinging to them all day long.

He was worried about all his parents in the world.

He used to have a headache about how to get rid of Yiyi's tablet problem, but now he's better.

Selling 100 a day, Yiyi was now a proper little rich woman with a monthly income of 3,000.

She was still a child of five or six years old and was already a high-income person.

The most direct manifestation is,

The recent Hei could afford royal cat food.

It was no longer the kind of cat food that was mixed with sand and stone, and Yiyi did not want to be sad. He deliberately swallowed the mixed cat food with sand and stone.

At eight o' clock in the evening, Fang Zheng arrived at the shop in the university city on time.

Then he took out the woodcarving handicrafts from the bag, took them out one by one, wiped and wiped them, and finally carefully placed them on the shelf.

Fang Zheng nodded as he looked at the small animal wood carvings on the shelves that had grown significantly. He was also proud of himself.

Old god stick saw the new wood carving and asked in surprise, "Little brother, did you buy it again?"

Then he sighed, "This business has been good recently. Sometimes I want to change to selling handicrafts. It's much more profitable than I used to do fortune-telling."

"I don't know what young people think nowadays. The thinner the cloth, the more expensive it is. The more young people like to buy, the more cute and expensive the things. The more young people like to buy, the more they like to buy. A small ornament, one hundred and two hundred, eight hundred and one thousand, is willing to pay for it. They don't care. Instead, it's really practical, like cutting hair, pulling teeth, fixing a cell phone, charging a hundred or two per ten minutes is too expensive. They call it a black shop, but they don't know that the more they rely on technology, the more they spend years, or even more years of experience to do a good job."

Well, nowadays, a real craftsman can't feed himself by relying on his skills. It's hard for a craftsman to make a living. I'm also a craftsman who relies on my skills to make a living. In the past, when people used to tell fortunes every day, some people would not even give up ten yuan, so they had to bargain for one or two yuan. Little brother, do you think that's right?"

Fang Zheng listened to Old god stick's sarcasm and raised his eyebrows.

Hehe, are you a craftsman who depends on technology to make a living?

Shouldn't it be eating by mouth?

"Old god stick, tell you a little story, will you?" Fang Zheng finally finished placing the animals, then looked back at Old god stick, who Old god stick was still talking to him, and interrupted.

Old god stick became interested and urged Fang Zheng to speak.

"Well, one year, I went to buy another pot of shy grass." Fang Zheng began to preach.

"I picked out a pot and asked the boss if the pot was okay. The boss said the pot of shy grass was very spiritual and divine. When he said something big happened, the pot of shy grass would run up the mountain itself... I put the shy grass on the electric car and paid the bill with the boss, but the electric car was gone when I turned around! At that time, I was very angry, so I asked the boss: will this pot of shy grass run away on my electric bike? Give me an explanation..."

Old god stick frowned and pondered for half an hour. At last, he realized what had happened and was so angry that he glared at him.

Fang Zheng was swearing around the corner.

What could the boss say in the end, of course not.

I'm a businessman, running around on trains, trying to trick you into buying flowers, and you actually believe me? What a fool you are!

Only then did Old god stick realize that Fang Zheng was long gone and had already gone up to the second floor. He could only sit alone, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

...

Later in the night.

Fang Zheng suppressed his excitement and joy. His blood was boiling and he withdrew from his practice. Under his control, all the true qi in his body, which was originally surging like a tide, was summed up into the dantian.

After that, Fang Zheng closed his eyes, which sparkled.

Then Fang Zheng went back to the place where he lived overnight and took out the original secret book that he had already prepared. Ever since the last time he strengthened the ghost knife and almost got cheated in the university city, Fang Zheng had developed a sense of caution that he would never do it in the university city if he made a big move.

So as not to cause any more trouble like last time.

The secret books that Fang Zheng had prepared were Purple Qi Comes from the East Kung, the Jiuyang Shengang, the Purple Qi Comes from the East Kung, the rohan voldemort, and the que.

There are five secret books of internal kung fu.

Fang Zheng rubbed his hands excitedly and took out the Human Skin scriptures.

With some eager anticipation, it immediately began to strengthen.

He tore out the five original books, one page after another, and glued them together with 502 glue. Without waiting for the glue 502 to dry out, he was already a little impatient, one hand holding the Human Skin scriptures, the other hand pressing on the five-in-one glue flavor secret book.

Strengthen it! Leather sutra! You are real leather!

One second,

Two seconds,

There was no movement at first.

This time, Fang Zheng had experience and began to wait patiently. In a few seconds, huo!

The light was shining, the light was shining, and bits of text appeared in the void, and began to change rapidly, as if stars were lit up, and began to deduce and create.

Fang Zheng was blinded and kept crying, but his eyes were still full of anticipation. What would he strengthen this time?!

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