After Boss Zhang returned, he obediently put incense on the mountain god and burned a lot of paper money for his father. From then on, he never encountered any evil things again.

After the news came out, the reputation of Master Wen naturally increased. From time to time, people came to the Taoist temple to burn incense, so that the Taoist temple would no longer look so deserted.

However, Master Wen’s attempt to replenish his innate vitality and replenish his life encountered difficulties. He was just short of money!

To borrow life from Beidou to prolong his life, you need to use the method of Beidou’s seven-yuan heart lamp. You need to use gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, jade magnets, and seven kinds of things to create a seven-star lamp.

Just this one has already stumped Master Wen. It made Master Wen deeply understand what it means to die a hero with a penny.

Thinking back to the beginning, Master Wen, who had given billions of money to hand in hand, and it was just US dollars. But now, he can't even afford these seven lamp holders.

This forces Master Wen to take the risk of making money again. Iron tin is not valuable, but gold and silver are valuable. If you want to create these seven lamps, Wen Fei probably will have to at least hundreds of thousands...

Although there is some incense in Taoist temples now, how much money can the villagers in such a remote town pay for? At most, it is only enough for daily expenses.

The jade pendant has always been traveling through time, and when he comes back, it also appears there. Last time, Wen Fei walked out of the camp casually, found a secluded place and traveled back.

As soon as he appeared this time, he was still in this forest not far from the camp.

The vegetation of this era is rarely damaged. Early in the morning, there is a veil-like mist floating and shuttled through the woods. It is very beautiful.

There were a few native children picking mushrooms in the woods. When they saw Wen Fei appear, they were stunned and stared at them for a long time. Even Master Wen did not expect that there was such a coincidence.

Fortunately, Master Wen Da was very good at psychological quality. He quickly smiled slightly, escaped from his pocket a few big white rabbit milk candies and handed them to the children.

These children are not old on average, about five or six to seven or eight years old. They are not so scared about Wen Fei who appears out of thin air, but are full of curiosity.

If it is an older person, such as their father, they may be scared to death.

Wen Fei gave these children a milk candy and signaled to eat one. He nodded immediately with satisfaction. Although the big white rabbit of this era is very earthy, it is very conscientious. It is made of real milk and has a very rich and sweet taste. A milky smell spreads on the tip of the tongue.

Even Master Wen felt that the taste was good, and the native children felt that it was even more delicious. They soon surrounded Wen Fei and didn't speak. They pulled Master Wen's clothes, stared at Master Wen's big eyes, which had not yet become turbid, and looked at Master Wen with a eager eye.

No matter how stingy Master Wen was, he could only smile in silence and each person had a few.

In this way, when Wen Fei walked into their camp, he saw seven or eight little kids running up and down around Wen Fei and shouting happily, becoming very intimate with him.

This time, it was obvious that the white ghosts had already left. I think they had already started a business.

Wen Fei's arrival alarmed these natives. Seeing their children so intimate with Master Wen Da, I was a little surprised and puzzled for a moment.

But looking at the goods on the cart of Master Wen Datian, he suddenly surrounded him.

This time, Wen Fei learned from the last lesson and never sold alcohol. But he sold something that was higher in price and could not refuse them.

A large bundle of fabrics was placed on a small cart, which successfully attracted the favor of those indigenous women.

When I touched the soft fabric, I felt that it was much more comfortable than the buffalo and other clothes on my body. And things like white sugar were also very popular.

This made Master Wen feel that he seemed to have transformed into an ancient profession called a peddler...

No one bargained with Wen Fei. Some people liked it, and left with the things, leaving Wen Fei with more or less skin. Master Wen didn't care about it either. These were all small things, just making some change.

He grabbed a guy running his arms and watched the fun, looking at the fun, like a samurai. He took out a machete from under the cart.

The warrior was startled and thought Wen Fei wanted to do it. However, when Wen Fei handed over the machete, the warrior couldn't help but take it.

When I saw this, my eyes were immediately sucked by a magnet and I could no longer move them away.

Wen Fei immediately realized it when he saw it. He smiled and said, "How is this knife? It's not worse than those white ghosts, right?"

The leader slashed the thick-backed machete a few times. Dajue couldn't help but nodded repeatedly and shouted: "I want this knife!"

"I only want gold," Wen Fei offered the condition: "The price I can give is much lower than those white ghosts, and it can also supply in large quantities!"

It was probably because Wen Fei was used to using words and his language was too unfamiliar. After listening for a long time, the warrior realized that he was very happy and said, "You mean, you still have many such steel knives?"

Wen Fei naturally nodded repeatedly and smiled: "It's not the white ghosts who have these things, we have them too!"

The warrior immediately laughed to the sky, hugged Wen Fei's shoulder, and almost hugged Master Wen.

"Where is your tribe? Why haven't I heard of such a huge tribe around, and this tribe can still refine steel?"

Wen Fei poked his finger gently and poked the warrior's armpit, causing half of his body to numb, and he couldn't help but let go of his arms.

At this time, Master Wen Da smiled and said, "Of course I am not your Indian. I am the messenger of the Ming Kingdom from the other side of the sea... I am different from those white ghosts. They come from this side of the sea, and I come from the other side of the sea!"

The warrior was skeptical and said, "Why are your skin color and your words exactly the same as us?"

Wen Fei smiled. These natives looked closer to Chinese than those in South America. Their hair was black and straight, yellow skin, and shovel-shaped incisors.

He said, "Maybe you have forgotten it. But there is still a circulating in our place. In fact, you were originally a family with our Ming Dynasty. Thousands of years ago, during the Yin Dynasty, because of a war, your ancestors crossed the sea to this new continent..."

The warrior looked at Master Wen with suspicion for a long time, slapped his head and shouted, "By the way, it seems that there is such a legend in our tribe."

Master Wen Da Tian laughed secretly. This statement of catching wind and shadow can naturally be related to some vague legends.

"Okay... Then let's talk about the price!" The warrior probably felt that Wen Fei was getting closer, and his face calmed down: "I am the patriarch of this tribe, Black Bull!"

Wen Fei nodded. He had long seen that the guy had a headdress and tattoos on his body, which were much more gorgeous than others, otherwise he would not have come to him. Naturally, he was not much surprised that this guy was the patriarch.

Hei Niu invited Ding Li into his house, and soon several women served a lot of fruits, barbecue and other things.

As for the wine here, Master Wen Datian definitely respects Bumin and does not have the habit of eating people's saliva.

Although this place is different from South America, who knows if these guys make wine like those natives in South America, they use their teeth to bite the fruits and spit them in jars...

Wen Fei said generously: "Although we have been separated for thousands of years, we are still compatriots after all. I will never be as greedy as those white ghosts. I will reduce these prices by half!"

Hei Niu was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. He suddenly became very intimate with Wen Fei: "Yes, our guys with the same skin are different from those white ghosts... They are all devils and are resurrected by the dead. If they weren't for their weapons, we would never have dealt with them!"

Unlike most people's impressions, the three major civilizations in America, even the centralized Inca and Aztec. These three major civilizations were easily conquered by the colonists.

On the contrary, the North American Indians, who were almost nomadic people, persisted for the longest time, almost until the 19th century, when the United States was finally conquered a hundred years after its founding.

And not long after the colonists got ashore, they learned to ride horses and use steel weapons. And with their natural courage, they became the objects of awe of the colonists...

It seems that the more mature the civilization is, it is limited to the system and there is no way to better cope with major changes.

When Master Wen and Hei Niu negotiated the price and used about ten kilograms of gold to pay Wen Fei's payment for one hundred machetes, both sides were very happy!

When Hei Niu felt that the price was quite fair, much cheaper than those white ghosts, and the quality of this machete seemed to be a little better.

Master Wen also felt that he had taken advantage of it. Of course, these machetes were not the iron-clad watermelon knife in supermarkets in later generations.

It is made by a small farmer in the town and is made by a cold rolled out of steel plates, which is thick and sturdy. It has always been a favorite thing for mountain people, and it is very convenient to go up the mountain to chop wood and open the road. If this is in a few years, it will definitely not be visible!

These things are extremely low cost, only a few dozen yuan per piece. They are built more and cheaper. After all, the business of agricultural engineers is becoming increasingly difficult to do now, and such a small agricultural engineer is almost unable to support them.
Chapter completed!