Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 39 Becoming Bigger and Stronger
"I'm selling pills, cultivation pills, enhancement pills, and healing pills at a low price."

"Talismans, whether offensive or defensive, are all on sale at a discount."

"The market is open, buy now and bet on the cultivator you like. Give it a try."

"Fried rice, fresh fried rice."

Huh? A strange guy appeared in the painting, so many people looked towards Fang Jingxuan.

It was almost noon, and in this desolate mountain area, the Chu and He families didn't provide meals. Although it was okay for a cultivator to skip a meal, as long as there was food available, I might as well go over and take a look.

So some people came to Fang Jingxuan and watched him frying the spiritual rice in an iron pan.

"Daoyou, how much do you sell this fried rice for?"

A young monk asked, while the other older monks were not interested. It was obvious that they knew that spirit stones were not easy to earn.

Seeing that there was business coming, Fang Jingxuan smiled and said:
"Fang's fried rice, one serving for one low-grade spirit stone. It's generous, filling, delicious, and affordable."

"Shh! One low-grade spirit stone for one portion. Now one low-grade spirit stone can buy more than ten kilograms of spirit rice. Can you use one kilogram of spirit rice for your portion? You are too cruel."

Seeing someone questioning, Fang Jingxuan immediately explained:
"You think it's expensive, and I think it's expensive too. But where can you find rice for sale these days? My fried rice is made with my own unique technique. The fat I use is fragrant lard, and the meat inside is the flesh and blood of a first-class low-grade monster. The ingredients are solid. I'll sell it to you for one low-grade spirit stone, which is not much."

Fang Jingxuan spoke confidently and took out the dried flesh and blood of the monster for everyone to see. After everyone confirmed that it was real flesh and blood of a monster, and not just ordinary ferocious beast meat, several people were tempted.

After all, there are people who are not short of money, so someone said:

"Then give me one portion to try. Only when you're full will you have the energy to watch the fight."

"Alright, I'll take one low-grade spirit stone from you, and this fried rice, take it."

A large portion of monster flesh and blood fried rice was wrapped in a large banana leaf. It looked fragrant and very tempting.

Fang Jingxuan took out the wooden chopsticks that had been simply modified by Tuoyuan using the water blade technique and handed them over.

After the monk received the fried rice, he immediately tasted it and nodded in agreement.

"The taste is okay, not as bad as I imagined. There are plenty of meat pieces, and the ingredients are quite good."

The fried rice made by Fang Jingxuan is not that good, but the key is that the rice is fragrant. With simple preparation, it tastes good.

The main thing is fragrant lard, which is a good thing. This pig often eats nectar from various flowers, and over time, it has a floral scent.

If you add a few drops to your cooking, it will be a delicious dish. Fang Jingxuan is willing to add it. This is his first time opening the shop and he can't let it go bankrupt.

The rest of the people, seeing someone trying it and giving it good reviews, also came forward.

In a short time, this pot of fried rice sold out in an instant after five servings.

"Wait a moment, the next pot will be out soon. Whoever pays the spirit stone first will get it first."

Fang Jingxuan became very busy. In just one hour, he sold more than forty servings of Xiangfeng fried rice and earned forty-three low-grade spirit stones.

It was not until the foundation-building cultivators from the Chu and He families arrived that everyone rushed over and no one ate fried rice anymore.

After everyone left, Fang Jingxuan started to clean up a little tiredly. Firewood was scattered everywhere, but there was no need to worry about it. The only important thing was the iron pot.

After destroying the simple stove and restoring it to its original state, Fang Jingxuan and Tu Yuan also looked over eagerly.

A foundation-building cultivator? He had never seen one before.

At this time, Lao He also came over. Fang Jingxuan saw that his lips were dry, obviously he had been selling too much, so he took out a bowl of fried rice and handed it to him. "I saved this for you, to fill your stomach. How is it? How are the sales?"

Lao He took the fried rice and said while eating:
"It's not easy to sell. There are only 20 to 30 people participating in the war. These people have been prepared in advance and don't need much medicine or talismans. Besides, the Chu and He families have arranged for their treatment if they are injured or disabled. My healing medicine is not easy to sell.

It's not just me, many people have the same idea, and now I'm afraid they're all going to get burned."

Old He ate in a depressed mood. Fang Jingxuan sucked his teeth. In such a bleak market, who would have thought that reselling was such a simple thing?

It’s just like selling flowers in bulk on Valentine’s Day. They are everywhere on the streets and you won’t be able to buy them easily.

Fortunately, I was smart and changed my mind in time. There were a lot of people selling pills and talismans, but I was the only one selling fried rice.

However, Fang Jingxuan estimated that the other cultivators simply hadn't reacted yet, and by tomorrow, there might be several competitors.

"Old He, you saw the fried rice business just now. I think it makes more money than reselling elixirs and talismans. Why don't we cooperate and expand the scale? How about we make a good profit during this period?"

Fang Jingxuan calculated the profit of the fried rice business just now and was deeply impressed by it.

I sold forty-three servings of fried rice and earned forty-three low-grade spirit stones, while the cost was less than eight low-grade spirit stones.

Four low-grade spirit stones can buy forty kilograms of spirit rice, and a serving of fried rice requires less than a kilogram of rice.

Only the monster's flesh and blood costs a little more, but four low-grade spirit stones and at least eight pounds of meat mixed in are more than enough.

By this calculation, he actually earned thirty-five low-grade spirit stones in just one hour, which was almost the same as what he earned in a month of ferrying.

This money can even be made faster than smuggling. Smuggling requires traveling far and taking the risk of being robbed, but with fried rice, you just have to fry it and sell it.

Of course, this is just a one-time deal. Once this fighting competition is over, there will be no such good opportunity again.

Lao He quickly finished his fried rice and gave Fang Jingxuan a good evaluation of his cooking skills. He wiped his mouth and said:

"How do you want to do it? You can't make it too grand. Besides, the Chu family and the He family, these wealthy families all have their own chefs. Only these independent cultivators have nowhere to eat. If you set a high standard, they won't have the money to spend."

The people of the Foundation Establishment Family naturally have no shortage of food. They probably eat well in the market before coming here.

Those independent cultivators who wanted a good seat to watch the fight had to come early, otherwise they would have no food to eat.

Those who are poorer can just endure and a day will pass, while those who are a little stronger can get through it by eating some dry food and dried meat.

But there are also cultivators who are not short of money. Fang Jingxuan thinks that watching a grand event like the fighting arena is like going to the stadium to watch a football game in the previous life. Even if he doesn't talk about a big meal, at least beer, fried chicken and popcorn should be arranged.

Fang Jingxuan's target is this group of monks who are not short of money.

"Here's what I thought: let's bring the spirit wine from the market and pack it in big bamboo tubes, so it's easy to carry and sell. We can sell him one low-grade spirit stone for each bamboo tube.
Then, fry some monster meat, sprinkle it with spices, and let these people eat while watching.

Of course, the fried rice business cannot be left behind. This is simple, while other stir-fried dishes are too complicated.

I'll pull some tables, chairs and benches from the market and set up a tent on the spot. Anyway, Tuyuan is there, so we can move them.

Then, I raise the bar. Think about it, other people selling food can only stand to eat, but here, you can sit down and drink. Isn't the gap widened?"

Fang Jingxuan became more and more excited as he spoke. These were all very simple business tricks from his previous life, but for Lao He, he had never seen such a creative cultivator in his entire life.

How big is Hongyefang? How big is its business market? How intense is the competition?
He just runs a shop and takes over from his father, so why would he think about these things?

So Lao He's eyes became brighter as he looked at Fang Jingxuan. This kid has a future.

(End of this chapter)