Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't buy it out of art, but... Because it was cheap, because this jar was the cheapest. And it was big enough, and most importantly, even if the surface cracks were like nerve vessels on a person's body, but no matter what, it won't leak, perhaps in a sense... This was truly a world shocking art.    

    

Then there were three big bowls. They were bought from the same place, even though Ye Chen had repeatedly stated that he would find a suitable stone of the same size. If he dug a hole in it, the bowls he made would seem to be better than this. However, since he only needed five silver coins to buy one for three, he decided to forget about it.    

    

Then there was the quilt. This was an extremely important property for a poor family. With a good one, at least he wouldn't have to freeze while sleeping. With this as an excuse, his mother bought a new one - and the truth was that this guy's mysophobia had flared up. No matter what, he wouldn't buy it for someone else to use.    

    

Because of this, the money bag that was originally not much bigger than a fist was immediately deflated to the point that only a layer of air remained, causing the money used to buy the pot and spoon to become very scarce.    

    

Next was the purchase of food. His father and mother, who had a premonition that there would be another great battle, had a serious expression on their faces. It was as if they were men of sacrifice who were about to step onto the battlefield. With such an imposing manner, they stepped into the next market.    

    

How should he put it? Just as he had expected, it was filled with food that he had never seen before. Hey, hey, hey. What the hell was that? It's a... mouse that's tied up by tree branches?    

    

All kinds of wild vegetables were placed on the crude wooden stalls. There were some unknown plant roots and meat, except for rat meat. There were also some insects and other such things. Anyway, they were just meats that made it hard for people to get hungry just by looking at their appearance. Even so, because of the low price, it was sought after by many poor people.    

    

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing? Here, here."    

    

Little Charcoal waved his hand from not far away, causing her mother's heart to violently beat. She then lowered her head and prayed silently. She probably hoped that Little Charcoal's taste would not be too special. They had agreed that apart from appearance, everything else had to be realistic. In other words, whatever Little Charcoal ate, the two of them had to eat as well.    

    

When they walked over, they saw Little Charcoal bargaining with a yellow-skinned, skinny merchant. Their goal was to put it in the bag... Hmm, it was hard to describe the shape of the bag. It was in the same shape as the feed. Something between the color of brown and black.    

    

At this time, the two of them really wanted to give themselves a slap, so it turns out that mice doing this kind of thing is already considered a luxury item...    

    

In the end, Little Charcoal successfully used his bargaining skill. After spending the last silver coin, we bought a small bag. It was about four or five catties of something similar to pig feed.    

    

After getting the last of the food, Little Charcoal's expression became alert. He always intentionally or unintentionally hid the bag that Ye Chen was carrying behind his back. Especially when he was shuttling through the crowd, he was extremely nervous.    

    

Moreover, the two of them realized that she wasn't being too sensitive. Along the way, there were indeed more than ten concealed gazes with malicious intentions. They swept across our bodies, especially the bags in our hands. It was probably because we couldn't bear to attack, so we gave up in the end.    

    

The life of the poor was really not easy. After returning to the cave at the foot of the mine, their tired father and mother seemed to have just fought tens of thousands of monsters, gasping for air.    

    

They had always thought that only Cultivator's life was full of danger, but never had they thought that... Even if they lived in the Flower Demon King City that was not attacked by monsters, the lives of the poor were filled with hardships and crises. It was not much easier than Cultivator's life.    

    

After that. Our eyes fell on the bag. After all, this is something to eat in the future.    

    

"We bought some good stuff. Now, many black-hearted businessmen grind the dried grass and mix it into the Agarwood."    

    

Little Charcoal didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he muttered to himself. He held the bag in his hand, walked to a corner of the cave, and opened a hidden stone. A half meter deep hole was revealed, and the bag was carefully hidden inside.    

    

This small hole was made under Little Charcoal's strong request. Initially, he thought that he would do something, but it turned out to be like this. Indeed, in this poor family, only food had to be hidden well.    

    

"This way, no one else will be able to discover it."    

    

Patting her hands, it was as if she had completed something big. She smiled in satisfaction.    

    

From what she said just now, we got another piece of information. This small bag of food is very likely to be some kind of Ascetic Grass that has been ground into powder after being dried by the sun. Speaking of which, how should we eat this thing?    

    

"I remember dad used to like to eat Agarwood pancakes the most."    

    

Not long after, Little Charcoal's words solved our confusion.    

    

"By the way, I'll go outside and see if I can pick some wild vegetables."    

    

After saying that, Little Charcoal ran outside. The two of us just happened to need some space to talk, so we didn't stop him.    

    

"I say... will you make that Aphrodite Pancake?" Father looked into the distance.    

    

"Let's try." His mother didn't seem to have much confidence.    

    

"Anyway, when the time comes to fail, I'll just say 'Ah, I haven't done it in five years.' It's inevitable that I'm unfamiliar with my craft. " His father crossed his arms over his chest and nodded.    

    

"Wu, playing the role of a mother... No, it should be said that playing the role of a poor person is really too much of an unexpected hardship"    

    

The depressed mother said the words that she had promised to never say.    

    

"It doesn't matter, I'll get used to it slowly" His father patted his mother's shoulder in comfort. But no matter how he looked at it, the smile on his face looked like he was taking pleasure in her misfortune.    

    

"It's like rat meat, like bug meat. It can be made into delicious food very soon. I'm eating it with relish."    

    

"Ahhhhhh!!"    

    

Mother let out an even louder wail. Suddenly, she grabbed her father's shirt with tears in her eyes and shook him violently like a piece of broken wood.    

    

"Make money. Hurry up and make money. If you are a man, then make money for me immediately. Letting us live a good life is not the only goal in your life. Is the only motivation for you to live a good life and the only value of your existence?"    

    

"Hey, hey, I don't remember when I was set up to be such a pathetic character."    

    

Compared to Red Lotus who was rationally enraged, Ye Chen was much calmer. After all, in his previous life, he had suffered a lot. He was not someone a princess who grew up in a greenhouse like Red Lotus could compare with.    

    

Just as his mother was about to go completely berserk, Little Charcoal finally came back. In one hand, she held a small piece of poor wild vegetables, and in the other hand, she held a tattered small bag.    

    

"I didn't go far. I only picked this."    

    

Lowering his head, Little Charcoal seemed to have done something wrong. He placed the scattered wild vegetables in front of the two of them, then picked up another small bag and handed it to them.    

    

"This is..."    

    

He shook the bag lightly, and with a crisp sound of metal, dozens of silver coins and four Spirit Stone were poured out.    

    

"This money was saved by me over the years. Oh, there are two Spirit Stones. It was given to me by a kind Cultivator."    

    

Little Charcoal smiled bashfully. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Chen and Red Lotus timidly.    

    

At this moment, even Ye Chen, who had been able to keep his cool and calm, felt his eyes burning up. Tears were about to fall from his eyes!