What is the nature of trading?

The essence of transaction is to barter, whether it is silver or gold, it is nothing but a useless thing. It is the law and social order that give it rights and value.

It doesn't matter if Zhu Limingxiao's family has no money, as long as he has food at home, it is enough.

Is there any hard currency in the world that is more valuable than food?

Gold and silver can't fill your stomach, but food can!

Back home, Zhu Liming carved the shapes of all the arrows, and then his soul rippled and resonated with the magic power in his body.

Because there is no magic element in the world, all of Zhu Liming's magic power comes from the Holy Grail in his body. The Holy Grail is everything fundamental to him, so he does not need to recite incantations to resonate with the magic elements in the world.

As long as his soul fluctuates and resonates with the death magic in his body and the magic power in the Holy Grail, that's enough!

Death sighs!

Black mist circulated around Zhu Liming, like small snakes, burrowing into the arrows in front of him.

With the blessing of the sigh of death, the arrow suddenly became simple and dim, and there was a mysterious and unpredictable symbol on the arrow.

The magic power in the body has bottomed out, but there is more magic power in the Holy Grail, and it is released like an ocean at this time.

If the magic power of death in Zhu Limingxiao's body is a teacup, then the magic power in the Holy Grail is the endless sea.

The magic power in his body had just been exhausted, and the next moment the endless magic power of death was transformed, supporting Zhu Liming to continue to perform magic:

The bleeding will not stop! As long as you are hit by an arrow, you will bleed forever and die.

Ominous curse! Bad luck gathers. As long as the prey carries arrows, it will fall down even when walking, and will hit a tree when running.

This is an ominous force!

Zhu Liming was worried that his arrows would not be able to kill those powerful beasts, so he thought in his mind and added two more magic spells to the arrows.

I saw a blood-red thread on the arrow and a black rune full of ominous flavor.

No matter whose hands these fifty arrows fall into, they will be stained with bad luck and cause ominous things.

In the middle of the night, he took care of the arrows, carefully placed them in a backpack, and then tied them with ropes.

There is no way, this arrow is not an ordinary thing, and ordinary people will be in bad luck if they encounter it. My little sister is mentally retarded, so she cannot be allowed to encounter the arrow.

Of course, since he controls death magic, he is naturally immune to the power of this curse.

After a silent night, Zhu Liming did not sleep. Instead, he meditated and practiced magic instead of sleeping. At dawn the next day, he got up, packed a bucket of rice, and rushed to the house of Orion, the head of the village.

Wang Orion is fifty years old this year. He lost his wife in his early years and has only one son to depend on.

Now my son is in his twenties, but he is a strong young man. He looks like a black bear, and his body is ridiculously strong.

The Orion family has no shortage of meat, and the conditions at home are not very good, but they are not too bad either.

Even Wang Orion's house has five mud-tile houses, which is countless times better than the ordinary thatched cottages of the people in the village.

It's a pity that Wang Orion's son is now in his mid-twenties, but he has yet to get married. I don't know why. There are many marriage proposals in the village, but none of them can get married.

In these ancient times, being able to marry into an Orion family meant that you would have a lifetime of food and drink. I don’t know how many daughter’s families thought they were from a good family, but when they got into Wang Orion’s family, it was completely the opposite.

The Zhu brothers and sisters had just moved in and were not very familiar with things in the village. Zhu Mingxiao just studied to avoid trouble and had little contact with the people in the village. He looked down on these mud-legged people in his heart.

These are all things he knew from the memories of his previous life.

As for the specific reason, it is not clear.

"Wang Orion, are you at home?" Zhu Liming stood outside the wooden door and shouted, pulling his neck.

The wooden door is three meters high and two meters wide. It has never been painted and is covered with mottled traces of time.

"Who is it?" A voice like a calf sounded in the yard. The voice was like muffled thunder, obviously very angry.

"I am Zhu Liming from the village." Zhu Liming said.

The door opened, and Wang Jiazi, who had a leopard's head, two and a half meters tall, a tiger's back and a monkey's waist, looked like a big bear, holding a steel fork, opened the door.

After seeing Zhu Limingxiao, he breathed a sigh of relief and put down the steel fork in his hand: "It turns out he is a scholar. Why did he come to my house so early in the morning? He is a rare guest! A rare guest! Please come in quickly!"

Wang Jiazi quickly opened the door and signaled Zhu Liming to come in.

Looking at the Wang family, Zhu Liming finally realized that the Wang family was an Orion family, but Wang Da could not find a wife for a long time.

Not to mention psoriasis, there are pustules on the face as big as thumbs, which look very scary. The pustules are like blisters, dangling on the face. It seems that with a little force, the blisters will be punctured and ejected.

come out.

It looks like some kind of terrible disease, a nasty disease.

"Is the old man at home?" Zhu Liming asked.

"I'm sharpening my knife in the house. What is the scholar carrying on his back?" Wang Jiazi looked at the bucket of rice on Zhu Limingxiao's back with curiosity.

"I want to ask for a hunting bow from the old man. It's just a gift, it's disrespectful!" Zhu Liming handed over the rice behind his back.

"It turns out to be corn." Wang Da took the rice bag and couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, a strong voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

"Dad, this is Zhu Xiucai from the head of the village. I would like to ask for a hunting bow." Wang Da opened the door and walked into the house and put the corn on the stove.

The hunter king was sitting on the ground, sharpening a hunting knife in his hand. At this moment, he raised his head when he heard the words: "It's strange, Mr. Zhu is a scholar, what does he want with this hunting bow?"

"Uncle Wang, here is a bucket of rice, which is not a sign of respect. If you are willing to give me a bow, I will offer you ten buckets of rice." Zhu Liming walked into the room, cupped his fists with both hands and saluted.

Ten buckets of rice is not a small number. With wild vegetables, it is enough for ordinary people to eat for two years.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Look at King Orion, although he is in his fifties, he is strong and tall, even bigger than Wang next to him.

It's just that his face is weather-beaten and looks a little old, but his eyes are still very bright.

"Ten buckets of rice for a hunting bow is more than enough, but..." Wang Orion looked at Zhu Liming, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "The old man has also heard about the young master, and he also feels the same for the young master. But, you

Don't think too hard. Murder is against the law. The young master is a man of knowledge and can read and write. Wherever he goes in the future, he will not have a bite to eat? Why should he fight with Na Li Zhengzheng? "

Zhu Mingxiao was stunned when he heard this, his eyes full of astonishment: Where is this going? When did he have to fight with Na Li Zheng?

"Although I want these ten buckets of rice, I can't harm you for ten buckets of rice and make you a murderer. In normal times, it would be fine if I sold this crossbow to you, but now I sell it to you.

I'll hurt you." Old Man Wang shook his head: "Master, please go back, and please take this bucket of rice back too."

Zhu Liming smiled bitterly: "Uncle Wang, you really think highly of me, how can I have the courage to kill people? It's just that my life has been too hard these years, and I want to find a way to survive and get some meat. Besides, between me and the Yang family

How could a mere Li Zheng ask me to take such a desperate and risky path? Although the Yang family is in decline, crushing a Li Zheng to death is no different from crushing an ant to death."

When Orion Wang heard this, he agreed. After thinking for a while, he said, "Zai, go and take out the hard bow made of bear sinew from the backyard."

Wang Da turned around and walked into the backyard. Not long after, he walked out with a 1.5-meter-long rigid bow in his hand and handed it to the old hunter.

Looking at the hard bow in his hand, Orion Wang stroked it, and then pulled the string of the bow. He heard a "collapse" sound, like thunder exploding, the air roared, and thunderbolts exploded in the yard.

"Young Master Zhu is a scholar. Ordinary bows and arrows are not what you think of him. We don't dare to fool people with ordinary things. I made this bow and arrow using the sinew of a black bear and the old sinew of a bison.

A hard bow made of nettle bark, iron wire, and silk tanned. It weighs six stones and can pierce poplars with a hundred steps. This bow is also made from an iron tree that has survived for unknown ages in the deep mountains and old forests." The old hunter had a pair of eyes.

He looked at Zhu Liming and then handed over the hard bow in his hand.

Zhu Liming also knows how to make bows and arrows. Not only can he make bows and arrows, he also has very good shooting skills.

After all, in that era, hot weapons could not be owned by everyone, and cold weapons such as bows and arrows became the first choice of countless people.

Not only can he shoot arrows, but he also has the most advanced bow and arrow making skills in the 21st century. Unfortunately, the conditions are limited and he cannot display them.

Zhu Liming took over the hard bow. The entire hard bow was tied with a layer of fine hemp rope, covering the entire bow body, so that the long bow could not be exposed to the sun and could be used continuously. It also added a good feel.

With a six-stone bow and arrow, he seemed to be able to pull only one small tooth. It was true that he couldn't pull it apart.

"This is a six-stone bow and arrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to exchange it for ten buckets of rice." Zhu Liming held the bow and arrow in his hand and couldn't put it down.

If you can't pull it open now, it doesn't mean you can't pull it open in the future.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Of course, ten stones of grain cannot be exchanged for a six-stone hard bow. The old man gave this six-stone hard bow to the young master. My old hound just gave birth to a litter of puppies last month, so he also gave it to me as a gift.

The old man is brave enough to ask the young master to take his son with him and teach him a word or two so that he can find a way out in the future and become a bookkeeper. The old man is very grateful."

Scholars are the mainstream of this era.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

Zhu Liming doesn't have any fame now, but he can still get a bowl of rice from the Yang family. This is the power of words.

Moreover, hunters in the mountains often encounter tigers and wild beasts, and if they are not careful, they are in danger of death. The life of a hunter is not that easy.
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