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"Big Brother Chu Mu, how about you be my brother-in-law?" Zhang Xiaoou approached Chu Mu and whispered.
"You're so mischievous." Chu Mu patted Zhang Xiaoou's head lightly and laughed.
"I'm already fifteen. I'm not young anymore." Zhang Xiaoou shook her head unhappily and mumbled. Immediately, her eyes lit up. "I can see that my sister must have fallen for Big Brother Chu."
"Let's go. The annual market is about to begin." Chu Mu said helplessly. He naturally knew that Zhang Xiaohuan had feelings for him. Chu Mu could understand her feelings.
The small fishing village had a population of about a hundred families. Almost one-third of them were young people. They had been living in the fishing village for generations, fishing for a living. Chu Mu floated over from the sea. To them, he was an outsider. This was enough to arouse the curiosity of many young people.
They were curious about what the outside world was like.
As for Chu Mu, in terms of appearance, he couldn't be considered a handsome man, but he was still better looking than normal people. Most importantly, his temperament was that of a peerless sword cultivator. Even if it was affected by his injuries, he still stood out like a crane in a flock of chickens in this small fishing village.
A young girl yearning for love. He was also a man who was different from the common ones. His temperament was extraordinary, his background was mysterious, and he was full of attraction. Moreover, from his appearance, Chu Mu looked like he was only in his twenties.
Even though he knew Zhang Xiaohuan's feelings, even though Zhang Xiaohuan could be considered as Chu Mu's savior, Chu Mu would not accept Zhang Xiaohuan's feelings. This was because they were not from the same world.
The Deep Blue World and the Ancient God World, cultivators and ordinary people. No matter which one it was, it was like a natural chasm that could not be crossed.
Therefore, Chu Mu pretended not to know. He only treated Zhang Xiaohuan as a sister. Speaking of which, his age was enough to be Zhang Xiaohuan's ancestor.
The bazaar was held once a year at the foot of a mountain. At first, it was a place for different villages to exchange local specialties. Gradually, more and more villages joined in, forming a certain scale that eventually developed into a bazaar.
Currently, there were already more than a dozen villages participating in the market.
If one walked quickly, it would take about five or six days to reach the market from the fishing village.
It should be known that although the population of the fishing village was not large, and they were not cultivators, they had been fishermen for generations. They went out to sea to catch fish, which made their bodies very strong. Moreover, some of the big fish in the sea had lived for a long time. The meat contained rich nutrients, and the soup made from the bones could replenish Qi and blood, strengthen the muscles and bones.
Therefore, the fishermen in the small fishing village were all very strong. It was not a big problem for them to lift a thousand pounds. When they walked quickly, it was as if they were galloping horses.
This time, a total of eleven people from the fishing village were going to participate in the annual bazaar. There were supposed to be ten people, but Chu Mu had joined in at the moment.
It had been a few months since Chu Mu had arrived in the fishing village. Part of his injuries had healed, allowing him to completely crush ordinary people. Even some of the weaker cultivators were no match for him.
What made Chu Mu helpless was that he still had not opened his spiritual world, so he could not use his Interspatial Ring. Otherwise, his injuries would have healed faster.
Since he was staying in the fishing village for the time being, Chu Mu naturally could not freeload. Therefore, he would go out to sea to catch fish sometimes. This was a new experience for Chu Mu, and he was never tired of it. He applied some of his understanding to fishing, which was almost always successful. Every time he went out to catch fish, the harvest would be several times greater than before. As a result, everyone in the fishing village thought more highly of Chu Mu.
The fishing village relied on the sea for a living, and fishing was their profession. It had been passed down from generation to generation. To them, fishing was not only a way to prolong their lives, but it was also a kind of belief.
Chu Mu also sensed more calmness and reality from interacting with ordinary people. The smoky aura around him gradually calmed down, like an ancient well.
Intuition told Chu Mu that this might delay him for a while, but it was also beneficial to him. He was not in a hurry. Moreover, his injuries recovered slowly, so there was no need to rush.
This time, he had volunteered to participate in the annual bazaar. He might be able to gain something if he walked around.
The eleven people, including Chu Mu, were all pulling a trailer. The trailers were piled with small hills of dried fish. Each trailer weighed several thousand pounds.
Zhang Xiaoou was only fifteen years old, but she was very strong. She could easily lift up to four hundred pounds. Therefore, it was not a big problem for her to drag a trailer filled with dried fish.
When Chu Mu and the others arrived at the bazaar, people from other villages had already arrived and set up stalls.
Chu Mu glanced over and saw that the items on the stalls from different villages were all different.
There were jars and jars. One of them was open, giving out a strong wine aroma. Chu Mu noticed that the people from the fishing village could not help but sniff. They looked like they were about to drool.
Some stalls were selling mountain products, such as ginseng, polygonum multiflorum, and so on. They were all dried.
There were also some stalls that sold dried vegetables. After all, they had to travel for a few days. After the transaction was completed, it would take a few more days before they could bring the dried vegetables back to the village. Without good preservation methods, they could only bring back a batch of rotten vegetables.
As for preservation methods, ordinary people had them, but they were very limited. Therefore, they could only make dried vegetables or pickle them. Dried vegetables could be melted after being boiled. They did not taste as good as fresh vegetables, but they were still good.
Soon, the people from the fishing village also set up stalls. Batches of dried fish were placed. The smell of the sea and fish filled the air, making the people in the nearby stalls sniff hard.
Different villages had different specialties. They bartered and agreed on the price. Then, they immediately exchanged.
Chu Mu left the stalls to other people to take care of. He stood up and planned to walk around.
The bazaar was not very big. After all, it was only the scale of a dozen villages. The total number of people who came to the bazaar was less than two hundred.
Not long after, Chu Mu had finished his stroll. In the end, he stopped at a stall selling fruits. The fruits did not look very fresh. They seemed to have lost a lot of water.
Yet, Chu Mu's gaze was attracted by one of the fruits. Different from the other fruits, this one seemed to still retain enough moisture and looked plump. However, it was completely cyan in color, as if it hadn't ripened yet. It couldn't help but make one's mouth sour.
"How do you want to exchange these fruits?" Chu Mu asked.
"What do you have?" The stall owner was dressed like a farmer.
"Dried fish."
"I have a total of three hundred pounds of these fruits. I'll give you three hundred pounds of dried fish," Shan Nong said.
"Okay." Chu Mu did not bargain. "What fruit is this? It looks like it's not ripe yet."
Chu Mu pointed at the green fruit and asked.
"I don't know. I picked this fruit from a cliff on the mountain. It's a little sour, but after eating it, you will feel energetic," Shan Nong replied.
"Sounds good. Do you have more of this fruit?" Chu Mu asked again.
"There are some others, but they are all under the cliff. It's very dangerous. I can't pick them." Shan Nong smiled.
"I wonder if you can take me to the cliff to have a look," Chu Mu said, "I can give you an extra hundred pounds of dried fish as a reward."
Shan Nong's eyes lit up when he heard that. He could get an extra hundred pounds of dried fish just by showing the way. It was a good deal. He immediately agreed.
"Now, pack up these fruits and follow me," Chu Mu said. He first picked up the green fruit and threw it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it.
It was indeed a little sour, but that wasn't the main point. The main point was that after he ate the fruit, it turned into a weak clear stream that flowed from the bottom to the top, flowing into his spiritual world. Instantly, his spiritual world, which was constantly in pain, seemed to have slowed down a little.
"Sure enough." Chu Mu's heart flashed with a touch of joy. There seemed to be hope for his spiritual world to recover faster.
Perhaps such a simple life would be enjoyable, but it would not last long. Chu Mu naturally would not let go of a way to accelerate his spiritual world's recovery.
After telling Zhang Xiaoou and the others, Chu Mu set off with Shan Nong. As for the three hundred pounds of fruits, he let Zhang Xiaoou and the others take them back to the fishing village.
"Big Brother Chu, will you come back?" Zhang Xiaoou asked.
"Yes." Chu Mu smiled and patted Zhang Xiaoou's head.
He would come back again. But by then, it might be goodbye.
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Shan Nong's village was slightly bigger than the fishing village. It had a population of more than two hundred families. It was located at the foot of the mountain. This mountain was a few thousand feet high. It was verdant and lush, full of vitality. It was completely different from the barren mountain of the fishing village.
Therefore, the villagers of Luo Shan Village relied on the mountain to make a living.
They went up the mountain to hunt or pick fruits. Some of them were eaten by themselves, some were made into jerky, and so on. They would trade with other villages or trade in large quantities at the annual market.
Shan Nong quickly put away the four hundred pounds of dried fish. After bidding farewell to his wife and child, he took Chu Mu up the mountain. For the people of Luo Shan Village, going up the mountain was a very common thing. Therefore, his wife and child did not miss him. They just reminded him to come back safely.
"Big brother, let's go." Shan Nong called Chu Mu.
"Let's go." Chu Mu nodded.
Although he had only recovered a little from his injuries, his strong body still gave him strength that far exceeded that of an ordinary person. Climbing up the mountain was a piece of cake for him. He walked as if he was flying. This surprised Shan Nong, who relied on the mountain for a living.
Along the way, Shan Nong shared some of his experiences. Chu Mu also smiled and replied. The two of them quickly walked towards the cliff that Shan Nong mentioned. After about four hours, they arrived at the edge of the cliff. (The novel "Lone God of the Way of the Sword" will have more new content on the official WeChat platform. At the same time, there is a 100% chance of a lucky draw for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the top right to "Add Friend", search for the public account "qdread" and follow. Hurry up!)
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