Leisurely mountain village

"It's alright, how much could they steal? Don't worry about it anymore, leave this to me. Even if you see it, don't interfere, okay? If you run into those thugs, they might hurt you." Ye Huan was afraid his family would get involved, so he agreed to handle it.

"Okay, we understand." Mom nodded; she knew her son's abilities.

"Once it becomes a large-scale operation, we can organize a security team. For now, let them be. No one usually dares to do anything when I'm home. Just be careful in the future. When I'm not home, just look for Grandpa. Don't worry about anything else."

"okay."

"We should get a few more dogs to raise," Ye Huan said. "Let's go take a look over there sometime."

After having breakfast with Jingjing, Xiaotangyuan came to play with her, so Ye Huan went out for a walk by herself, taking Xiaobai with her.

Ye Huan saw Grandpa and Saihu under the tree by the river. Grandpa was chatting with a group of old men. Ye Huan went over and called out to everyone, then slipped away. He went to the village entrance, where there were more children.

The adults were chatting by the river; since they couldn't go into the water, they came here to play.

Most of them are children around ten years old, attending primary school in town. They won't have many more days of happiness.

"Brother Huan, Uncle." The children greeted him quickly when they saw him. Ye Huan smiled and sat down on the stone bench next to the large stone table at the entrance of the village.

Watching the boy lying on the ground playing marbles, he felt a pang of nostalgia.

"Screech~" The sound of brakes came from outside the village. Ye Huan looked up. Who was it?

Then three people came in from the village entrance: a middle-aged man and two young men. "Hello, may I ask where Mr. Ye Huan lives?" the middle-aged man asked politely.

"Huh? You want to see him?" Ye Huan asked, puzzled. He didn't recognize him.

"Just answer my question, stop nagging!" a young man behind him said impatiently.

Ye Huan chuckled, "He's not home; he went to the provincial capital."

"Enough with the nonsense, Uncle. We're not home, let's go back. How can this lousy place grow such expensive fruit? I just don't believe it," the young man said.

"If you keep doing this, you can go back now. I'll tell your dad about this," the middle-aged man said, probably fed up with him.

"No, Uncle, I won't say anything, okay? Please don't tell my dad." The young man immediately backed down.

"May I ask where he lives? I'd like to pay him a visit," the middle-aged man said again.

"Oh, it's the detached house at the end of the village, at the foot of the mountain. But no one's home right now; they've all gone to work in the fields." Ye Huan decided not to engage; he must have come for the fruit.

"Okay, thank you." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, another young man took several gift boxes out of the car. This young man seemed to be the assistant or driver.

Ye Huan didn't go back. He left the village without even driving, and ran straight to the town. This route would have taken him an hour by car, but he only ran for about ten minutes.

He was surprised by his speed again. He even tried to fly for a while, but it seemed that he couldn't fly for long since there was no vehicle available. He could only rely on the abilities of a martial arts master or grandmaster to fly for a period of time.

"Could it be that I've cultivated the sword-flying technique from novels?" Ye Huan himself wondered if that was the case.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain. However, he doesn't have any magical artifacts or anything like that, so he can't fly on a sword. As for other things, they're useless. Ordinary swords and blades are useless because they can't absorb his spiritual energy.

Then, as he walked onto the main street of town, he belatedly exclaimed, "Wow, why are there so many people?"

An old man next to him looked at him with a smile and said, "Today is the 18th of July. It's market day on the 18th of every month."

"Hey~ I haven't been back for so many years, I almost forgot. Hehe, going to the market." Ye Huan laughed after hearing what the old man said. He really had almost forgotten that these big markets didn't exist in big cities anymore.

He decided not to rush and just followed the flow of people. He hadn't been to a market in so many years, and today was a good opportunity to relive the experience.

Passing by a ring toss stall, I spent ten yuan to win a small rubber turtle that could flash. Passing by a bamboo weaving stall, I spent 20 yuan to buy two small fruit plates, which I took back to put in my cabin in the woods.

Passing by a beef vermicelli soup stall, he ordered a bowl of beef soup and a crispy baked bun for 15 yuan. There was quite a bit of meat in it, much more than in a certain ramen shop.

Seeing someone popping balloons, he couldn't resist trying it himself, but he didn't win any prizes. He just smiled slightly and didn't point out the fact that the owner was adjusting the aim. It's just a game, no need to worry about it.

Ye Huan strolled all the way to the end of the street, where the livestock market was located. There were stalls selling chickens, ducks, goslings, cattle, and sheep. Unexpectedly, Ye Huan saw an old man squatting there with two puppies in a bamboo basket in front of him.

He squatted down, and perhaps because of the Beast Taming Technique or the spiritual energy, two small dogs, one black and one yellow, began to lick his hand.

"Grandpa, how much are these two dogs?" Ye Huan asked. One was a black dog, and the other was a Shiba Inu, which is a mixed breed of dog.

"Black dog 100, stray dog ​​60, if you want both, it'll be 150." The amount wasn't much, so Ye Huan didn't haggle.

He took out 200 yuan and handed it over. The old man gave him 50 yuan back. He picked up one duckling in each hand and walked over to the vendor selling chicks and ducklings.

"Your name is Wangcai," Ye Huan said to the yellowish-brown Shiba Inu. "Your name is Xiaotian," he said to the pure black dog.

Then he said to the shop owner, "Is this a black-boned chicken?"

"Yes, and we also have Eight Treasures Chicken chicks, this basket." The owner said as he saw a customer coming in.

"How much?" Ye Huan's mountain area is very large. He had asked his father to buy a batch before, but it wasn't much. He bought some more today because the crops grow in batches, so he can keep up with the demand.

During this period, we've eaten several chickens at home. They were all raised after he came back. They weren't old chickens, but they were edible.

"There are 100 black-boned chickens and 80 eight-treasure chickens left."

"What's the price?" Ye Huan asked.

"Black chicken is three pieces, and Eight Treasures Chicken is five pieces," the owner said.

"Okay, but I didn't drive here, so how am I supposed to get it?" Ye Huan was also annoyed; it would have been much better if he had driven.

"Where do you live? I'll deliver it to you. Anyway, we've almost sold them all, just a few dozen mallard ducklings left," the shopkeeper asked.

"I live over there, in Willow Village," Ye Huan said. The boss was offering to deliver, and he didn't mind buying the dozens of ducklings along with the ducklings.

"Okay, I'll deliver it to you. I don't have anything else to do anyway," the shop owner said readily.

"Alright, go ahead and go. Just say Ye Huan bought them. You'll know once you ask around in the village. I'll have my family prepare the money for you. Also, here's 100 yuan as a deposit. I bought the ducklings too. How much did that cost?"

"Oh? Okay, hehe, mallard ducklings are three yuan and fifty cents, and there are 50 left, that's 875 in total, you give me 870." the shopkeeper said.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to make the delivery. I'll have my family prepare another 770 yuan for you." Ye Huan nodded. The price was reasonable, so he didn't bother to haggle.