Chapter Thirteen Good Chicken

  Chen Niwan simply waved his hand: "What's the difference between a high person and not, it's just a barrel craftsman. Now you've even taken away my business, I'm lucky if I don't starve to death!"

  Wen Fei was even more embarrassed, thinking to himself: "If I had known you were Chen Niwan, I wouldn't have dared to compete with you for business even if you killed me! Doesn't everyone say that high-ranking officials have broad minds and can hold a boat in their belly?"

  At this time, Wen Fei really hated his own foolishness. Chen Nan, the fourth generation ancestor of Dan Dao Nanzong, wasn't he nicknamed Chen Mudan because he liked to use talisman water to rub mud balls for people to cure diseases? He also used to be a bucket maker, so he had another nickname called Chen Bucket... How could I not think of such a simple thing? Fortunately, I still call myself a super fever friend.

  Wen Fei was filled with regret and self-blame, but Ge Er Lang roughly pushed him aside: "Move over, move over, we're going to do business now, don't block the way..."

  If it were in the past, Wen Fei would not be convinced and would have to entangle with Ge Er Lang again. But since he already knew who Chen Ni Wan was, he naturally thought of the famous Southern Sect's Fifth Ancestor. Originally named Ge Chang Geng, later renamed Bai Yu Chan. Wen Fei once again had the urge to die.

  This is indeed a case of "Yè Gōng hǎo lóng, jiàn le zhēn lóng què yòu bù rèn shí". Wen Fei slipped away to one side with a sullen expression, thinking to himself that this kind of entanglement would only make people dislike him even more. He had to think of a way to reverse the bad impression he had made on the two of them!

  "Stop..." A loud shout behind him made Wen Fei's heart skip a beat, and he turned his head around. He saw Ge Er Lang reluctantly holding the small glass bottle with a capacity of two taels, handing it over to Wen Fei: "My master said that this bottle is also a rare treasure in the world, although it's not really made of crystal, but it's more crystal clear and transparent than crystal, very precious. We won't take advantage of you, so we'll return the bottle to you!" He handed it over to Wen Fei with some hesitation.

  Wen Fei cried and laughed, "Isn't it just a broken glass bottle? Even the waste collectors don't want to collect it. If you're willing to teach me your ways, I'll send a whole truckload over for you." The busy man said, "Since I've taken your wine money, consider this thing yours!"

  Kato Kojiro was overjoyed: "You said it yourself!" He tucked the bottle into his bosom and lowered his voice, saying: "Don't mention that money business to my master. Or I'll beat you to death!"

  Wen Fei suddenly understood, after graduating, he also went to run a few days of business, but ultimately failed to adapt to that kind of deceitful and dense wine scene. However, he fully understood what the so-called "kickback" was all about. He thought to himself, ah, it turns out you scoundrel embezzled all the money and even exchanged copper coins for iron coins.

  In the Song Dynasty, copper coins were not enough for circulation due to the difficulty of copper mining. At the same time, iron coins were circulating in some places. Only ten iron coins could be exchanged for one copper coin. Among the 500 copper coins collected by Wen Fei, there were dozens of iron coins, which must have been swapped and embezzled by Ge Er Lang.

  Wen Fei's eyes widened in shock, unable to accept that his idol had fallen from grace. Damn it, you're supposed to be the future fifth ancestor of Dan Dao Nan Zong, can't you be more dignified...

  Kazuo Shibata himself was somewhat ashamed, but he threatened Bunfei with a sentence and ran back hastily. Leaving Bunfei alone, disheartened and frustrated, he really wanted to raise his middle finger and despise the heavens fiercely, damn it, are you playing me?

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  This time, Wen Fei returned to modern times, carrying a chicken and a basket of eggs. These were all raised by farmers in the Northern Song Dynasty, absolutely native-born chickens. One could weigh as much as seven or eight catties, with shiny feathers and a comb that was as red as snow. This kind of chicken was incredibly fierce, even daring to chase people and peck at them.

  Not only that, Wen Fei also chopped off a sheep's leg and stuffed it into his own backpack, which was bulging with dozens of pounds. Along the way, everyone passing by couldn't help but glance over.

  It's been decades since I've seen this kind of burlap sack, made from thick and heavy hemp fibers. The bag itself weighs several pounds. Wen Fei thought that if he were to sell some woven bags or plastic bags, they would probably be in high demand.

  He made a phone call to Zhang Yu: "Fatty, come quickly. Dao Ye has good stuff to reward you!"

  Zhang Yu on the other end of the phone didn't know what else to say, lazily saying: "What good things could you possibly have? Did you collect a bunch of copper coins again? Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

  Wen Fei cursed, "You scoundrel, you'll die in a woman's belly sooner or later! I'm telling you, Master Dao, I got a big rooster from the countryside that was raised on insects and grains!"

  "Really? You're not just being fed that, are you?" Zhang Yu's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became energetic. He was also a foodie.

  Wen Fei sneered twice: "Have you ever seen a rooster that's been fed to be as heavy as six catties?"

  On the other end of the phone was a sound of gulping: "Wait, I'll be right there. You mustn't take action, or you'll ruin a good thing..."

  Wen Fei is a foodie, but just a plain foodie, at most he can only cook fried rice and boil noodles. But Zhang Yu is different, he really knows how to make delicious dishes. If you want to eat good food, you have to learn from him. With so many good ingredients, it's best to let Zhang Yu take charge of cooking.

  Wen Fei's home is not too big, only about 80 or 90 square meters, fortunately he bought it early. Otherwise, this house would definitely be unaffordable, his parents have not been at home recently. The house was messed up by Wen Fei and became dirty and messy.

  Not long after being at home, the sound of banging on the door was heard. Wen flew open the door and looked, suddenly delighted, who else could be rushing over in a flurry but Zhang Yu?

  "Fatty, come on! For a mouthful of food, you're so desperate. You've arrived in just a few minutes!"

  Zhang Yu snorted: "I didn't even have time to pull up my pants before I ran to your house, if you dare to cheat me, I'll make sure you can't swallow it! Where's the chicken?"

  Wen Fei proudly pulled out a chicken from the broken burlap sack, and with just one glance, Zhang Yu could tell that it was indeed an authentic free-range chicken. Although for convenience, when they returned to modern times, Wen Fei had already arranged for someone to slaughter the chicken. However, its physique, small head, compact body, strong chest and leg muscles, and slender claws were all evident. Especially its large, upright comb, vibrant plumage, and at least 5-6 catties in weight, made it look like an eagle, even among other free-range chickens, it was the king type.

  "Wow, kid, you've really done it! This kind of chicken is now truly hard to come by!"

  Wen Fei was over the moon, having searched the entire market and finally picked out this one excellent chicken, for which he had spent a whole 150 copper coins; if he had exchanged it for another, he would have gotten at most 110.