Chapter 17 Zizhu

"Haha, we just did a little thing, how could we deserve the praise of Boss Xiao Fang?"

Both father and son are simple mountain hunters. They were originally gnawing their elbows, but Fang Chang praised them so much that they felt embarrassed.

Suddenly, people became depressed again.

"It's a pity that Dafang Boss, and we father and son didn't see him for the last time."

Fang Chang replied: "My father died with a smile. You don't need to do this. If my father saw it in the spirit of heaven, he would definitely feel uneasy."

The father and son then let go and then chewed another elbow.

After a full meal.

The middle-aged hunter looked a little dizzy, but he still kept his assured as he should. He looked around and saw that Lao Zhangtou and Zhu Gui were going to the kitchen for dinner.

He leaned closer to Fang Chang and asked in a low voice:

"Boss Xiao Fang, I wonder if Boss Dafang has ever told you about Zizhu?"

Fang Chang paused, then asked slowly:

"What does Uncle Li want to say?"

The middle-aged hunter said: "Xiaojun and I were hunting in the mountains a few days ago and saw a few purple bamboos from afar.

Boss Dafang told us before that if you find Zizhu, you should tell him as soon as possible.

But now Boss Dafang is gone, Boss Xiao Fang, do you still want Zizhu?"

Fang Chang heard this, his little head immediately started to move.

Fang's father asked the hunters and son to send bamboos to him because these bamboos contained spiritual energy and were the materials for him to make paper puppets.

So there is no need to say more about the nature of purple bamboo that has attracted special attention from Fang’s father.

In most cases, this is the real spiritual bamboo!

But just in case, Fang Chang asked:

"Since Uncle Li has seen it, why don't he cut off the purple bamboos and bring them over?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged hunter immediately showed a guilty expression and said:

"Boss Xiao Fang, you don't know that the purple bamboo is very evil, especially snakes. I don't know how many poisonous snakes are hiding under the bamboo.

Not to mention me, even a boar runs in, it will be turned into a bone without long.

If it weren't for Boss Dafang who mentioned it to us before, let alone the past, we should avoid it even if we see it.

Before, I chased a prey and ran into a small purple bamboo forest, and almost got bitten to death by a poisonous snake. Boss Dafang saved me and cut off all the bamboos.

Otherwise, when the bamboo grows more and more, the road we go into the mountains to hunt will be broken.

I thought Zizhu had been chopped off by Dafang Boss.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, the deadly purple bamboo grew again."

Fang Chang thought about it and said that if he didn't accept the Lingzhu that was delivered to him, wouldn't he be sorry for the opportunity God arranged for him?

And if there is a real spiritual bamboo and combined with the initial talisman paper, he might be able to refine the second number of the Little King Kong.

Even if you cannot refine the Little King Kong No. 2, you can at least get rid of the limitations of one-time puppets and refine the genuine basic five elements puppets.

However, the middle-aged hunter said so dangerously that he should not be careless.

With a thought, he said to the middle-aged hunter:

"Uncle Li, I don't mean to blame you. I just didn't know what Zizhu is, but when I heard your specific description, I remembered that my father seemed to have mentioned a few words to me before.

But at that time he was not talking about purple bamboo, but called snake bamboo.

So I didn't remember it for a while.

I won't hide it from you. This purple bamboo is of great use to me, so I have to trouble you to lead me at that time.

Well—That’s great. Today, Brother Li and you will rest at my house first. I will go back with you tomorrow to solve Zizhu’s problem.

In addition, I can’t take advantage of the bamboo you brought this time. How much money my father gave you before, I will double it now."

The middle-aged hunter looked panicked: "How can this make it? Boss Dafang gave enough. I didn't want it at first, but Boss Dafang must give it to him so he had to accept it.

If I ask for more now, wouldn’t I be calling me an ungrateful villain?

Boss Xiao Fang, if you look down on me, you should just calculate it as Boss Dafang.”

Fang Chang was quite domineering at this time, and he said:

"Uncle Li, my father is my father, I am me.

My father is kind to you, but I am not kind to you. I am satisfied with the fact that I can inherit my father’s legacy, so how can you treat me equally with my father?

You can accept the money, otherwise I will not accept it next time you send bamboo here.”

The middle-aged hunter looked hesitant and agreed in embarrassment after a while:

"Then...then I'll listen to you, Boss Xiao Fang.

But there is a saying that Boss Xiao Fang is wrong. You are the son of Boss Dafang. Boss Dafang is gone, and this kindness will come to you.

I am just a rough person and can't explain the big truth, but others have said that the father's debts and sons will repay the father's revenge, so why can't your father's kindness fall on you?"

Fang Chang no longer refuted, just laughed.

"Uncle Li, I see Brother Li is drunk. You guys go down to rest first. I have someone cleaned up the room. I will call you when I have dinner tonight."

Fang Chang said, pointing to the young hunter who was drunk on the table at some point.

"This bastard!"

The middle-aged hunter glanced at his son who was muttering his delicious food. He was so angry that he slapped his son in the head.

The young hunter suddenly woke up, his muscles exploded, and the air was swaying, just like a tiger coming out of the cage, with a roaring momentum in the mountains and forests, without anger.

But when he saw the middle-aged hunter with a dark face, his momentum immediately extinguished and turned into a little white rabbit's innocent face.

"Dad, why are you hitting me?"

The middle-aged hunter said angrily: "Sleep after eating, something embarrassing! Get up, Boss Xiao Fang has already asked someone to clean up the room, so you can go to the room to sleep."

The young hunter showed harmless smiles from humans and animals, looked at Fangchang, and nodded to the middle-aged hunter, "Okay dad."

Fang Chang's heart moved.

The young hunter was hiding a little deep. If it weren't for the moment that he had revealed it accidentally just now, he would have thought that this was an ordinary young hunter.

With that momentum, the evil wolf who died at his hands was not worthy of carrying his shoes.

But he didn't ask much.

There are countless strange people in this world. If you want to figure out everything, your mind will be too tired.

He stretched out, yawned, called Lao Zhang to come out to clean the table, and then went to bed.

Cultivation is not an easy task.

Especially in the early stage of spiritual energy tempering, if you want to temper spiritual energy to every part of your body gently, it is a meticulous and tiring job.

...

Early the next morning.

The hunters and son packed their luggage, and there was an unconcealed excitement on their faces.

Because Fang Chang gave them a full ten taels of silver yesterday, which was more than they were the ones who were tying tigers, and they had to ensure that the tiger's skin was intact.

Although cutting bamboo is a bit risky, this risk is nothing compared to killing tigers.

"Zhu Gui, you are looking at the store at home. Well, it's okay to close the store. It's almost sold anyway."

Fang Chang looked at the shop where he passed away and found that it was much empty.

It turned out that these days, under the gimmick of two-part scripts, Zhu Gui has gradually cleared most of the goods in the store.

Except for Fang Chang's first order, the others cannot be said to be a big profit, they can only say that they will not lose.

Because the main purpose of selling goods is to clear inventory.

"Uncle Li, Brother Li, I'll ask you to lead the way."

Fang Chang did not lead a donkey cart this time because the Hunter and his son led a ox cart, otherwise hundreds of kilograms of bamboo would not be able to be sent here.

At this time, there were still two large boxes on the ox cart, containing disposable puppets.

This made Fang Chang decide to buy a storage bag at the next casual cultivator gathering in Qingniu Mountain.

Otherwise, if he continues to do this, his puppet master will definitely be gone.
Chapter completed!