In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

"no problem."

Chen Dao readily agreed, and before taking his leave, he said to Li Ying, "Miss Li, I also brought some white-feathered chickens this time. I wonder if you would be interested?"

"White-feathered chicken?"

Li Ying's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "I want it! I'll take as many as I want!"

Although blood-feathered chicken is delicious, for Li Ying, a foodie, there is still too little meat. Her favorites are still the plump and meaty white-feathered chicken and yellow-feathered chicken.

"It's right outside, Miss Li, come with me!"

As the two walked out of the martial arts school, Chen Dao nodded to Chen Da and the others who had been waiting by the donkey cart, and then pointed to the chicken coop on the cart and said to Li Ying, "Miss Li, this time we brought a total of 15 white-feathered chickens."

"Good good!"

Hearing that there were 15 of them, Li Ying was even happier. She immediately took out some silver and handed it to Chen Dao: "500 cash each, so 15 of them would be 7.5 taels of silver. I don't have any copper coins here, so I'll just give you 8 taels of silver!"

"Thank you, Ms. Li!"

Hearing the commotion, Chen Dazui was practically grinning from ear to ear. How could he not be happy to suddenly have an extra 500 coins?

"Wei Ge, come help me carry these chickens inside."

Li Ying summoned the gatekeeper, Wei Ge, to carry the chicken coop into the building.

Chen Dao then took the opportunity to say goodbye: "Miss Li, we'll be leaving now!"

"Take care, Brother Chen~"

After Chen Dao and his group drove away in their donkey cart, Li Ying returned to the backyard and found Li Hu staring intently at the chicken coop on the table.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

"Of course, we should look at this Blood Feather Chicken."

Coming to his senses, Li Hu subconsciously said, "With this Blood Feather Chicken, I'm afraid I'll be able to become a seventh-grade martial artist in less than two months."

"Really?"

Li Ying exclaimed in surprise, "If my father could become a seventh-rank martial artist, then our martial arts school would be more secure in Taiping County!"

"Of course it's true."

Li Hu smiled and nodded. He was also looking forward to the day when he would be promoted to the seventh-rank martial artist. At present, the strongest martial artist in Taiping County is the seventh-rank. Once he becomes the seventh-rank, he will no longer need to act according to the whims of the three major families.

"Brother Chen is really capable!"

Li Ying couldn't help but sigh, "They can even catch this kind of chicken with the bloodline of a demon beast. I don't know how a group of ordinary villagers can catch so many prey."

"That young friend Chen is no ordinary person!"

Li Hu's gaze was deep as he recalled the seemingly harmless, cat-like animal on Chen Dao's shoulder: "Yingzi, didn't you notice? That young friend Chen can read."

"what?"

Li Ying, clearly unaware of so many details, asked with a puzzled look, "Isn't Brother Chen a villager from outside the city? How can he read?"

These days, learning to read is no easy task, especially for people in villages outside the city. Their entire village might not have a single literate person, and they have no way to learn to read.

"That's why I said young friend Chen is no ordinary person!"

Li Hu carefully recalled every moment he had spent with Chen Dao: "It wasn't just because he was literate and eloquent, but also because of the cat on his shoulder."

"cat?"

Li Ying tilted her head and thought for a moment. There was indeed a cat perched on Chen Dao's shoulder, but Li Ying was clearly not the kind of girl with a girlish heart who loved small animals, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"That cat gave me a very dangerous feeling!"

Li Hu said meaningfully, "I even suspect that the cat is no less powerful than me."

"what!"

Li Ying was stunned. Her father, Li Hu, was a peak eighth-rank martial artist. What kind of cat could have the same strength as her father? Could it be a demonic beast?

"In short, I'll try my best to get along well with Chen Xiaoyou in the future."

Li Hu solemnly gave his instructions.

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Just as Li Hu and his daughter were talking, Chen Dao's donkey cart arrived at the East Market and met Wu Han, who was setting up a stall to sell goods.

"Brother Wu!"

"Brother Chen is here?"

After exchanging greetings, Chen Dao asked with a smile, "Brother Wu, how's business lately?"

"Still the same old jerk!"

Wu Han said with a gloomy face, "With the government's order to increase taxes, these chickens, ducks and live poultry are completely unsellable. Brother Chen, look at this street, apart from us vendors, where are the customers?"

Chen Dao looked around and found that, just as Wu Han had said, there were many peddlers selling goods on the street, but very few customers.

"Looks like Brother Wu isn't having an easy time either!"

Chen Dao sighed, then said to Wu Han, "Brother Wu, I have a business opportunity here. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Wu Han, true to his businessman nature, immediately lit up upon hearing the word "business": "What kind of business?"

"Brother Wu, do you remember the white-feathered chickens I used to sell here?"

"White-feathered chicken? Of course I remember!"

Wu Han nodded repeatedly.

He had a very deep memory of Chen Dao's white-feathered chicken, for no other reason than that the white-feathered chicken had an excellent appearance and successfully sold for a high price of 500 coins!

"I'm thinking of entrusting the white-feathered chickens to you, Brother Wu, to sell. What do you think?"

Chen Dao lowered his voice and said that with the successful breeding of blood-feathered chickens and their high prices, he had become somewhat less interested in the business of white-feathered and yellow-feathered chickens.

After all, the profit from selling white-feathered and yellow-feathered chickens is much lower than that from selling blood-feathered chickens.

In the words of my past life, white-feathered chickens and yellow-feathered chickens have relatively low added value!

In addition... every time Chen Dao sells white-feathered chickens and yellow-feathered chickens, he has to go to the city in person, which is too troublesome.

So Chen Dao thought that instead of selling white-feathered and yellow-feathered chickens himself, he should hand over the business to others and only need to control the high-value breed of chicken, the blood-feathered chicken.

The person chosen to do this was Wu Han, whom he knew well!

As a peddler in the city, Wu Han must have some connections in the county. Entrusting this matter to him will definitely not cause any problems.

"Is it true?"

Wu Han's eyes lit up even more. He had been coveting Chen Dao's white-feathered chickens for a long time. They were white-feathered chickens with excellent appearance, costing 500 coins each. If he could control the supply, wouldn't that mean... the profit would be very considerable?

"real!"

Chen Dao nodded seriously: "Recently, the hunters in our village found a large number of white-feathered chickens in the Cangmang Mountains. We don't plan to sell these chickens ourselves. We're looking for a merchant who is familiar with the situation in the county to cooperate with! If Brother Wu is interested, we can talk about the specific details of the cooperation."

"I'm interested! I'm interested!"

Wu Han eagerly grabbed Chen Dao's hand: "Brother Chen, you must entrust this business to me."

"Don't worry, Brother Wu. We're such good friends, who else would I entrust this business to if not you?"

"Brother Chen, you're so generous! I, Old Wu, have made a good friend of you!"