You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

A week later, Chang Qing took nearly two hundred bars of soap and went to the market in Changyang Town with Yu Linglong, while Grandpa Zhao stayed in the fields to harvest the ripe crops.

The little red bird still stood on Changqing's shoulder, accompanying him to the outside world.

Along the way, Changqing noticed that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was extremely thin, almost imperceptible.

This made him realize that although everyone in this country practiced martial arts, the path to cultivation had been cut off, and people could only find other ways.

The market was bustling with activity, with vendors coming in an endless stream, all carrying bulging packages.

Chang Qing heard the vendors talking: "I heard that the popular soap appeared in this market. I wonder if I can find it this time!"

"Don't even think about it. The soap is being sold at 40 taels a piece in the imperial capital. How can it be our turn?" another person sighed.

"This soap hasn't appeared in this market for a long time. It's probably been taken away by Wanbao Pavilion." Someone speculated.

"Impossible! I heard that Wanbao Pavilion was also looking for someone to make soap, but they failed!" someone else retorted.

Changqing frowned slightly when he heard these discussions.

He understood that selling well was a good thing, but excessive hype would solidify the reputation of the soap and label it as a luxury product.

Driven by interests, it will inevitably attract the covetousness of more people.

Before they knew it, they arrived at the market town.

There are a lot more people here than the last time she came. Yu Linglong, who didn't care to begin with, looked around with a bit of disdain on her face.

Changqing had to temporarily put aside the idea of ​​selling soap and took out Grandpa Zhao's pickled products to sell.

At this moment, a familiar figure entered Changqing's sight - it was Que Zhihe.

Que Zhihe was a little excited when she saw Changqing, but she looked around and quickly hid her excitement. She pretended nothing had happened and walked up to ask about the price of the items.

Changqing knew that she had something to say, probably something about soap.

Sure enough, after Que Zhihe bought all of Yu Linglong and Changqing’s things, she said as she paid, “See you at Piaoxiang Teahouse!” and then asked the guards to take the things and leave.

After Que Zhihe left, many people around looked over here with obscure and ill-intentioned eyes. Chang Qing asked Yu Linglong: "Sister Linglong, are we going or not?"

Yu Linglong shrugged to show that it didn't matter, and Changqing immediately felt confident.

He packed his bags and followed Que Zhihe from a distance. Many other people also followed him in a flash.

Que Zhihe entered a three-story teahouse - Piaoxiang Teahouse.

Changqing and Yu Linglong followed him in without hesitation and sat down by the window on the second floor. Que Zhihe sat in front of a window, with the guards standing by to guard her.

Que Zhihe poured two cups of tea and pushed them over. She spoke first, "My name is Que Zhihe. I guess you've heard of my name last time, right?"

Chang Qing nodded and replied, "Zhang Chang Qing."

His attitude was obviously much colder than last time, and he no longer had the respectfulness he had before.

The change in attitude made Que Zhihe stunned for a moment, then he understood.

The soap sold to himself got Zhang Changqing into trouble after it passed through his hands.

Seeing that Que Zhihe felt a little guilty,

Chang Qing sighed and said, "Never mind. Since you sold it, you should be prepared to bear the consequences. Tell me, why did you call me here?"

Que Zhihe's face lit up and she said, "Your soap is very popular. I want to talk to you about cooperation, or just sell me the secret recipe! This way I can save a lot of trouble!"

"Sorry, not for sale!" Chang Qing hesitated for a moment and refused.

"But cooperation is possible!" Chang Qing said, changing the subject.

"How do we cooperate?" Que Zhihe asked curiously.

Changqing lowered his head, took a sip of tea and frowned slightly.

The tea tasted sour and astringent, and the juice tasted very strong and hard to drink. This was considered top-grade tea! This made Chang Qing no longer drink it.

"I'll make it and you'll sell it. I'll take 200% and you'll take %. The monthly fixed amount is yuan. As for the selling price, it's taels per piece." Chang Qing said slowly.

"Ten taels? You only sold it for copper coins last time! You are too greedy!" Que Zhihe couldn't help but complain.

"You also said it was last time." Chang Qing responded lightly.

"You!" Que Zhihe was choked and cursed the profiteer in her heart but she could do nothing about it. "By the way, I want you to do something for me." Chang Qing continued.

"I have an idea," Chang Qing said suddenly.

"I want to use 90% of my money to build a college so that children from poor families, both men and women, can study for free. As long as they are of the right age, anyone can come."

After listening to this, Que Zhihe's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by deep admiration.

She looked at the boy in front of her who was less than nine years old, as if she saw a great teacher who taught the world.

She stood up and bowed respectfully to Changqing: "Brother Changqing, your actions to educate the people are truly the actions of a young gentleman. Please accept my bow."

Changqing quickly dodged to the side, he felt that he could not bear such a bow.

Yu Linglong watched from the side and felt proud of her brother.

She handed the soap in the package to Que Zhihe, then turned and left with Chang Qing.

Que Zhihe watched them leave and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

She thought about herself. As a woman, she didn't have many options in Xingyang State.

Seeing this boy who was nearly ten years younger than her had such great ambitions, she felt a little envious. Perhaps this opportunity was the key to changing her destiny. Que Zhihe's eyes flashed and she made a decision.

Changqing and Yu Linglong bought daily necessities and walked back with their packages.

As soon as they left the town, they felt that several groups of people were following them quietly.

The two pretended nothing had happened and continued walking until they came to a dense jungle.

Finally, one of the gang members couldn't help but jump out. There were six of them, all of them were burly, and the leader was a scarred man with a long knife in his hand.

He looked at the two with malicious eyes: "Is this the soap you two little kids are selling? If you know what's best for you, hand over the formula. The little girl will stay, and you can leave."

His eyes lingered on Yu Linglong, his intention was self-evident.

Chang Qing looked calm, but he was wondering in his heart who had hired these desperate criminals.

Yu Linglong turned around and said to Chang Qing: "Do you know what it means to be a mortal if you don't practice Taoism?"

Chang Qing grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said, "Maybe I'll be able to see it today."

When the group saw the two men were so calm, the leader got angry: "MD! Do you think I don't exist? I'll make you cry and beg me in a moment!"

Yu Linglong's eyes narrowed, and murderous intent emerged: "Shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader suddenly exploded in the air, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The blood rain dripped on the people and even dripped into the hearts of the gangsters.

The scene was dead silent. It was the first time that Chang Qing experienced such a bloody scene. His heart was pounding as if it was going to jump out of his chest. His body was shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether he was afraid or excited.

The gangsters were so frightened that their legs went limp.