Chapter Thirty-Six: Successful Transaction

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  Wen Fei felt a slight disappointment in his heart, but he immediately pulled out several boxes of matches. After rubbing them, they ignited, and the orange-yellow flames had a faint blue color in the middle, jumping steadily and evenly in the wind.

  "This is...” That person was clearly attracted. To know that at this time, starting a fire was an extremely troublesome thing. In the world of martial arts, those masters with their tinderboxes could ignite one with just a flick. Those were all artistic depictions.

  Starting a fire in ancient times was extremely troublesome, requiring the use of flint and steel to slowly ignite. The so-called "flint" actually consisted of three parts: the flint knife, flint stone, and tinder. The flint stone was a hard rock that produced sparks when struck at high speed. The flint knife was made of steel, shaped like a sickle, which scraped against the flint stone to produce sparks, igniting the tinder. Just listening to it is enough to know how troublesome it was! Moreover, during the Northern Song Dynasty, the flint and steel were not as sophisticated, making it even more cumbersome to use.

  Now seeing Wen Fei's hand casually wipe it, a stable and continuous flame appeared, and suddenly his eyes were stunned.

  Many onlookers exclaimed: "The Taoist priest is indeed skilled in Taoist magic!"

  Wen Fei smiled and said, "This is the divine fire that we cultivate in our sect using magic. When you use it, just wipe it like this and flames will appear. It's very simple and convenient, and I won't charge you too much. How about 10 cents a box?"

  That person was clearly stunned, and at this time, he saw Wen Fei again, with a hint of reverence. In fact, it's not just that person, but the onlookers also had similar expressions. Many people who originally saw Wen Fei earning such a large sum of money, with ulterior motives in their hearts, also felt a chill run down their spines and cooled off somewhat.

  However, these barbarians are even more uncivilized and obviously more reverent of these gods. After being fooled by Wen Fei, they not only bought all the matches but also bought those useless candles for the barbarians.

  "What's this?" The man rummaged through Wen Fei's car and pulled out a few kitchen knives. These were the knives that Wen Fei had bought at the supermarket during his first business venture, which he had never managed to sell and had been storing until now.

  "Sharp, good knife!" The man praised, fondling the kitchen knife with some reluctance to let go, but the way he held it didn't seem like it was for chopping vegetables, rather for chopping people.

  The other onlookers had already gathered around to watch, and when they saw the knives, they all clicked their tongues in amazement. Another bystander exclaimed, "Good iron! This knife seems to be made of fine steel, it's just a pity that it's a bit too thin." He said this with a somewhat regretful expression.

  "Hey, you wizard, do you have any bigger knives at home? We want them too, name your price!" Those barbarians' craving for weapons was etched deep into their bones, and seeing such fine arms was even more exciting to them than seeing wine.

  Life between the two tribes was not so peaceful, and fights over pastures and rivers were a common occurrence. The Iwakura tribe was able to occupy a river with gold deposits precisely because they had military power.

  "This...". Wen Fei was somewhat embarrassed. Props are controlled items, getting a few wouldn't be too difficult. But if you want to get a lot, it would really be hard to handle.

  "Money is no object!" The foreigner patted his chest and boasted: "We are not much different from the people of Iwate, except that we have more gold and more cattle..."

  What do I want your cattle and sheep for? Wen Fei thought to himself, but gold is always a good thing in any era! This time, Wen Fei had already made seven or eight catties of gold sand and dog-headed gold from these barbarians, weighing heavily on his body. That kind of substantial feeling made him feel that he could carry another two hundred catties...

  "How much...do you want?" Wen Fei asked hesitantly.

  "The more the better!" The dwarf exclaimed with great joy.

  Wen Fei was doing business with foreigners here and was stared at by that group of people again.

  "Big brother, this Taoist priest has really struck it rich this time. There's at least 50 kilograms of gold on him!"

  Xiao San'er sneered and said, "Second Brother, what's with your eyes? Can a Daoist of fifty kilograms really lift it so easily? At most, he doesn't have more than ten kilograms... Alas... If this money were ours, how great would that be!" Xiao San'er was a professional, often able to tell at a glance how much money someone had on them, making his words authoritative.

  "Even ten catties of gold would be worth a lot of money!" said Skinny Monkey.

  But then big brother's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and he said viciously: "A man dies for wealth, a bird dies for food. Last time we were softhearted and let this Taoist priest go, but today we must get these gold pieces by any means..."

  "That Daoist is skilled in demonic magic..." Little San said timidly.

  "Don't worry," Lao Er's eyes also flashed with a fierce light: "Later I'll go find some women's riding cloth, and when the time comes, without saying another word, directly cover it over that Taoist priest's head, let's see what kind of evil magic he can use!"

  Xiao San'er asked doubtfully: "Where did you get the horseback riding cloth? Is it from Xu Widow?"

  "Go, go, go! You little brat, don't be so mouthy!"

  Big brother shook his head and said, "It's too late, I think we should use the urine of a virgin boy. Little three, hurry up and bring a bowl of virgin boy's urine! It can also break his evil spell!"

  Xiao San responded with a sound, and neatly urinated a puddle of yellow liquid. Then he wanted to find an opportunity to make a move on Wen Fei!

  After clinching the deal, Wen Fei found that others looked at him with an unfavorable gaze. The mule market not only had local businessmen but also wealthy merchants from other places, occupying the surrounding area of over ten miles. Wen Fei felt anxious in his heart, mainly because he had so much gold on him, and if someone had malicious intentions... Thinking about this, it seemed that everyone's gaze towards him was somewhat unfavorable, as if filled with greedy malice.

  Wen Fei couldn't care less about many things. Under the gaze of everyone, he activated his jade pendant and returned to modern times, leaving behind a ground full of astonishment.

  "Goodness!" Xiao San'er was quick and agile, following Wen Fei closely, looking for an opportunity to make a move. Seeing this scene, he was so startled that he spilled a bowl of urine all over himself...

  Many people had ulterior motives, wanting to take advantage of the night or nighttime. One knife understood Wen Fei and came up with a plan to rob and murder him, but when they saw Wen Fei, he suddenly vanished into thin air. Everyone was shocked and bewildered, feeling uneasy and anxious in their hearts, thinking that this Taoist priest's magical powers were so strong that he could disappear under the eyes of so many people. Was it really a divine being or just an optical illusion?

  "We're finally back, what a relief!" Wen Fei looked at the familiar lights and felt his heart calm down. The heavy gold on him brought him infinite peace of mind.

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