Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

A quarter of an hour later, Xue Wenyu had already descended Daming Mountain.

"What happened?" The people who arrived later saw their master coming down the mountain with an even gloomier face, and asked Lin Chuan in confusion.

Lin Chuan shook his head in embarrassment, indicating that he didn't know either, because after entering the temple, his master didn't let him follow.

He guessed that the master must have said something that displeased his master.

Everyone felt uneasy as they watched their master riding away, but they were helpless and could only sigh secretly, mount their horses and chase after him.

In a fishing village by the sea, Tao Qingyuan looked at Mu Yingbao, who already knew that Kong Lian and his men were nearby but still had no reaction.

"Aren't you curious about why he came here?" Tao Qingyuan couldn't help asking.

"I'm curious. Why don't you go and ask for me, Grandpa?" Mu Yingbao said as she put on the small shells that Brother Hui had brought back for her.

This thing is everywhere on the beach, and Mu Yingbao wanted to use it to make a door curtain.

When Brother Hui heard this, he immediately took his new friends to pick up a lot of them, rinsed the pottery with well water, and also did the drilling.

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"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Tao Qingyuan looked at the extremely calm mother and daughter, stood up and walked out. It's true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is!

I have clearly made my choice, but I am not in a hurry to find Luo Yi and the others. Instead, I am here making a shell door curtain!

As for the older ones, they had already learned that the Black Bat Gang members were nearby, but they had no intention of going to meet them, nor did they plan to find a way to change the location.

Tao Qingyuan even wondered if he had been away from the martial arts world for too long and had become timid, not even as good as a little girl or a child.

"When Haibei and Haihua come again later, you can teach them how to make this. After they are done, try to sell them at the dock. Maybe some merchant will take a fancy to them, and it would be even better if you could place long-term orders with them. Shells are everywhere, and you don't need to spend money to buy them. Just buy some strong thin ropes." Mu Yingbao remembered and told.

When Brother Hui heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement and drilled the holes faster. After finishing what was in the bucket, he went to tell Haibei and the others.

That afternoon, Mu Yingbao and his friends' yard became a small workshop.

Not only did Haibei and his children come, but some of their sisters and mothers also came.

Although the adults were skeptical in their hearts, they were all surprised when they came over and saw the finished product.

There are so many worthless gadgets everywhere, how can they be made into something so beautiful?

After all, he is from a big city, so he has seen a lot!

The old village chief heard about this later and came over. He wanted to try any method that could improve the villagers' lives.

Seeing that he had also arrived, Mu Yingbao realized that this matter must be taken more seriously.

He welcomed the old village chief and several adults into the house and told them all the suggestions he could think of.

Mu Yingbao suggested that the old village chief be responsible for this matter.

Each family collects shells and processes them at home, then hands the finished products to the old village chief, who then finds someone with business expertise to sell the products on the dock. It is definitely not a good idea to just sell them on the dock, and you must attract merchants.

The advantage of unified sales is that prices can be unified, and the interests of everyone will not be affected by lowering prices due to someone who is eager to ship out goods and is greedy for cheap.

Mu Yingbao also drew some pictures on the spot, showing that not only can shells be used to make decorative door curtains and window cloths, but other small ornaments can also be made using other things that can be picked up on the beach.

Mu Yingbao's idea allowed the villagers in the small fishing village to see what it means to truly live off the land and the water.

On the third day, the old village chief came to pick up Mu Yingbao to go to the dock.

Because on this day, there were foreign merchant ships docked at the pier.

"Madam, is it possible? We don't understand foreign languages. Although the translator is from our Yan country, he is a vicious person." The old village chief said worriedly in the carriage.

A few days ago, when Mu Yingbao heard that a foreign ship had landed and said it was coming to set up a stall, he started to worry.

The carriage brought by the old village chief was a flatbed carriage without a carport. Tao Qingyuan did not have to be the driver, and he and Hui Ge also sat in the carriage.

After hearing what the old village chief said, Brother Hui looked at his mother with some worry. He knew that his mother understood foreign languages ​​and could speak them, and had been teaching him in recent years. However, he did not need his mother to tell him that he had also learned some foreign languages ​​in some books.

In ancient times, vassal states were called states outside their own country. It was a general term for foreign countries, that is to say, different countries also had different languages.

My mother said that she only knew one of them, but I don’t know if the one who came ashore today was the one that my mother knew.

"It doesn't matter. The price is too low. It's fine if we don't agree. The goods are ours, in our hands, and on our territory. No matter how arrogant they are, they won't dare to force you to buy them." Mu Yingbao said nonchalantly.

She was not too worried. According to what she had learned in the past few days, the foreign merchants here all had high noses, blue eyes and blond hair. They were most likely the people from the country she thought they were.

After arriving at the dock, Mu Yingbao discovered that several villagers had already arrived early to occupy the stalls, and they must have arrived before dawn.

Seeing Mu Yingbao and his companions' carriage, they immediately came over, helped unload the things carefully, and placed them on the stall according to Mu Yingbao's instructions.

There were a few chairs behind the stall for Mu Yingbao and a few others to sit on.

Mu Yingbao guessed that the villagers who arrived first probably didn't have breakfast, so they went to a bun shop opposite.

"Madam, how many do you want?" the boss selling buns asked enthusiastically.

"How many do you have in one cage?" Mu Yingbao asked.

Ah? Big customers! The boss immediately told Yilongju that there were about twenty-five or twenty-six of them.

"Then bring three baskets. Please send them to the stall opposite. You have wontons, right? Burn one for each person." Mu Yingbao turned around and counted the number of people and said.

"Okay, send the buns over first, and the wontons will be ready in a moment." The boss responded happily.

Although today is a special day, many people who came early to set up stalls were reluctant to buy food. Most of them just brought some cakes from home to fill their stomachs.

I didn't expect to have such a big customer today. I don't know who the owner is and how generous he is.

Mu Yingbao paid the money and went back to sit behind the stall.

The old village chief and others just saw her going to the shop to buy buns and thought she was going to have breakfast.

They did bring breakfast, two whole-grain pancakes per person. They also made white flour buns and a few boiled eggs for Mu Yingbao and the other two, but they hadn't had time to take them out yet.

Seeing that she paid but came back empty-handed, everyone thought that the buns were not cooked yet.

"Uncle, I just asked you what kind of steamed buns you want to make. Why don't we just treat them to some buns? It's not like we can't provide food for three people." Haibei's father whispered to the old village chief.

The old village chief also regretted it and felt that he was not thoughtful enough and was too stingy.

Seeing that she paid but came back empty-handed, everyone thought that the buns were not cooked yet.

"Uncle, I just asked you what kind of steamed buns you want to make. Why don't we just treat them to some buns? It's not like we can't provide food for three people." Haibei's father whispered to the old village chief.

The old village chief also regretted it and felt that he was not thoughtful enough and was too stingy.

People are helping them find ways to make money, so how come they can't even afford to treat them to some buns?

I was too slow to react just now, otherwise I would have rushed over to pay the money! The old village chief was blaming himself when he saw Haibei's father in front of him with a look of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" the old village chief asked, looking in the direction of his gaze, and was also stunned...