What is the essence of transactions?

The essence of transaction is to barter, whether it is silver or gold, it is just a useless thing. It is a law, and social order gives it rights and value.

It doesn’t matter if Zhu Fuxiao has no money at home, as long as he has food at home, it is enough.

Is there any hard currency in this world that is more valuable than food?

Gold and silver cannot fill your stomach, but food can!

When he returned home, Zhu Fuxiao portrayed all the arrows, and then his soul fluctuated and resonated with the magic power in his body.

Because there are no magic elements in the world, all the magic power of Zhu Fuxiao comes from the Holy Grail in his body. The Holy Grail is its fundamental thing, so he does not need to recite mantras to resonate with the magic elements in the world.

As long as his soul fluctuates, resonates with the magic power of death in his body, and resonates with the magic power in the Holy Grail, it is enough!

Sigh of death!

Black fog flowed around Zhu Fuxiao, like little snakes, penetrated into the arrows in front of him.

With the blessing of the sigh of death, the arrow suddenly became simple and dim, and there was an unpredictable symbol on the arrow.

The magic power in the body was at its bottom, but there was more magic power in the Holy Grail, and it was vented like a sea.

If the magic of death in Zhu Fuxiao's body is a teacup, then the magic of the Holy Grail is the endless sea.

The magic power in the body had just been exhausted, and the next moment the endless magic power of death transformed, supporting Zhu Fuxiao to continue to cast magic:

Bleeding continues! As long as you are shot by an arrow, you will always bleed and die.

Ominous Curse! Bad luck gathers. As long as the prey carries arrows, even if you walk, you will fall down and run and hit the tree.

This is an ominous force!

Zhu Fuxiao was worried that his arrow would not be able to kill the powerful beasts, so he thought to himself and blessed two more spells in the arrow.

I saw a blood-red silk thread on the arrow and a black rune full of ominous smell.

No matter who falls into the hands of these fifty arrows, they will be infested with bad luck and cause bad things.

He handled the arrows carefully in a basket and tied them with a rope.

There is no way, this arrow is not an ordinary thing, and ordinary people will be in trouble when they encounter it. My little sister is incomplete and can't ask her to touch the arrow.

Of course, he was in charge of the magic of death and was naturally immune to the power of the curse.

After nothing happened all night, Zhu Fuxiao did not sleep, but instead used meditation and practice magic to replace sleep. As soon as the next day, he got up and put on a bucket of rice, and rushed to the village head king Liewo's house.

Wang Liehun is fifty years old and lost his wife in his early years, so he only had one son who depended on each other for life.

Now my son is in his twenties, but he is a strong young man. He looks like a black bear, and his body is so strong that he is not very strong.

The hunters are not short of meat, and the conditions at home are not very good, but they will never be too bad.

Even the house of Wang Liehu's house is five mud tiled houses, which is many times better than the ordinary thatched cottages of the people in the village.

Unfortunately, Wang Liehu's son is now twenty-five years old, but he has not been married for a long time. I don't know why, many people proposed marriages in the village, but none of them can succeed.

In this ancient times, being able to marry into a hunter family was a lifelong task that he would not have to worry about food and drink. I don’t know how many daughters think of good families, but when they went to Wang Huowen’s house, it was completely the same.

The Zhu brothers and sisters have just moved here and are not very familiar with the things in the village. Zhu Fuxiao just studies to avoid disasters and rarely contacts the people in the village. She looks down on these mud legs.

These are all known from his predecessor's memory.

As for the specific reason, it is not clear.

"Wang Liehuo, are you at home?" Zhu Fuxiao stood outside the wooden door and pulled his neck and shouted.

The wooden door is three meters high and two meters wide, and has never been painted. It has been covered with mottled traces of time.

"Who?" A sound like a calf sounded in the yard. The sound was like a muffled thunder, obviously full of energy.

"I, Zhu Fuxiao at the village head." Zhu Fuxiao said.

The door opened, and the leopard head was two meters high, with a tiger-backed and ape waist, like a big bear. Wang's son opened the door with a steel fork in his hand.

After seeing Zhu Fuxiao, I breathed a sigh of relief and put down the steel fork in my hand: "It turns out to be a scholar. Why did you come to my house early this morning? It's a rare guest! A rare guest! Please come in quickly!"

The Wang family quickly opened the door and signaled Zhu Fuxiao to come in.

Looking at the Wang family's son, Zhu Fuxiao finally knew that the Wang family was a hunter, but Wang Da couldn't find his wife for a long time.

Not to mention psoriasis, there are also pustules the size of a thumb on their face, which looks very scary. The pustules are like blisters, constantly shaking on their faces. It seems that with a little force, the blisters will pierce and burst out.

It looks like some kind of terrible disease, a disease.

"Is the old man at home?" Zhu Fuxiao asked.

"Why are you sharpening your knife in the room? What is the scholar's back?" Wang Jiazi looked at the dou of rice on Zhu Fuxiao's back with curiosity.

"I want to ask for a hunting bow from the old man. It's just a gift, but I don't respect it!" Zhu Fuxiao handed the rice behind him.

"It turned out to be corn." Wang Da took the rice bag and his eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, a full voice came from the room: "Who?"

"Dad, it's Zhu Xiucai from the village head. He wants to ask for a hunting bow." Wang Da pushed open the door and walked into the room, putting the corn on the stove.

The king hunter was sitting on the ground, grinding a hunting knife in his hand. He raised his head when he heard this: "How strange, Mr. Zhu and a scholar, what do you want this hunting bow?"

"Uncle Wang, this is a dou of rice, which is not worthy of respect. If I am willing to set a bow, there will be ten dou of rice below." Zhu Fuxiao walked into the house, clasped his fists and bowed.

Ten dou of rice is not a small number. Just eating wild vegetables is enough for ordinary people to eat for two years.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Look at the king hunter, although he is in his fifties, he is strong and is no less than the king on one side.

But my face was weathered and looked a little old, but my eyes were still very bright.

"It's more than enough to exchange for a hunting bow for ten pounds of rice, but..." Wang Hunhuang looked at Zhu Fuxiao, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes: "The old man has also heard of the matter of the young master, and he also empathizes with the young master's experience. But don't be too impressed, killing people is illegal. The young master is a knowledgeable person, who knows the text and writes. Where can I not eat a bite of food in the future? Why do you have to fight with Na Lizhi?"

Zhu Fuxiao was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were full of surprise: Where is this? When will he fight with Na Lizheng?

"Although I want these ten dou of rice, I can't harm you for the ten dou of rice, and I'll make you a murderer. If you sell this crossbow to you on weekdays, it would be fine, but if you sell it to you now, it will hurt you." Old Man Wang shook his head: "Please go back, please move this dou of rice back."

Zhu Fuxiao smiled bitterly: "Uncle Wang, you really look down on me. How dare I kill people? It's just that life is too hard for years, and I want to find a way to make some meat. Besides, with my relationship with the Yang family, how could a mere Lizheng ask me to take such a risky path? Although the Yang family has declined, crushing a Lizheng is no different from crushing an ant."

When Wang Liehuo heard this, he was right and thought for a while before saying, "Baby, go and take out the hard bow made of bear tendons in the backyard."

Wang Da turned around and walked into the backyard. Soon, he walked out holding a hard bow of one meter and five in his hand and handed it to the old hunter.

Looking at the hard bow in his hand, Wang Liehuo stroked it, then pulled the bowstring, and heard a "collapse" sound, as if thunder exploded, the air whistled, and the yard seemed to be thunder exploding.

"Mr. Zhu is a scholar. He is an ordinary bow and arrow, but he cannot see the eyes of his master. We dare not fool people with ordinary things. This bow is made of a black bear's tendon, plus the old tendons of a bison, and then a hard bow tanned by nettle bark, iron wire, and silk. It has six stones and can penetrate a hundred steps through the poplar. This bow body is also made of iron trees that have survived in the deep mountains and forests for many years." The old hunter looked at Zhu Fuxiao with his eyes, and then handed over the hard bow in his hand.

Zhu Fuxiao can also make bows and arrows. He not only knows how to make bows and arrows, but also has a very good shooting technique.

After all, in that era, it was impossible for everyone to have hot weapons, and cold weapons such as bows and arrows became the first choice for countless people.

Not only can he shoot arrows, he also has the best craftsmanship of making bows and arrows in the 21st century. Unfortunately, the conditions are limited and cannot be used.

Zhu Fuxiao took the hard bow, and a layer of fine rope was tied to the hard bow, covering the entire bow, so that the long bow could not be sunburned and could be used forever. It also added a good feel.

It seems that he can only pull a small teeth away from Liushi's bow and arrow, but it is true that he can't pull it away.

"This is a six-stone bow and arrow, and I'm afraid that it won't be able to exchange for ten bits of rice." Zhu Fuxiao held the bow and arrow in his hand and couldn't let go of it.

If you can't pull it away now, it doesn't mean you can't pull it away in the future.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Of course, ten stones of grain cannot be exchanged for the six stone hard bow. It was the old man who gave the six stone hard bow to the young master. My old hunting dog just set up a litter of dogs last month and also gave it to the young master one by the way. The old man dared to ask the young master to bring the child with him, teach one or two big words, and in the future he would find a way out and be a shopkeeper of the accountant. The old man was very grateful."

Scholars are the mainstream of this era.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

Zhu Fuxiao has no fame and honor now, but he can still exchange a bowl of rice for the Yang family. This is the power of words.

Moreover, hunters in the mountains often encounter tigers and beasts, and if they are not careful, they will be in danger of death. The hunters' lives are not so easy to do.

Very dangerous!
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