"Come, Xiao Yun, there are 20 catties of rice here. Take it back and treat the rest as a gift from me.”
Fang Han handed 20 catties of rice to Xiao Yun.
"Thank you, Brother Fang. You're really a good person.”
Xiao Yun was very grateful to Fang Han. She stole a glance with her beautiful eyes, then lowered her head shyly, her face flushed.
Fang Han was filled with emotions.
A bag of rice was enough to capture a goddess-level beauty. If this was in his previous life, many bootlickers would faint from crying.
Those bootlickers knelt and licked every day, but they could not get the goddess's favor.
Fang Han casually said a few good words and gave a few bags of rice, and he could win the heart of a beauty like Chu Hong.
Even the betrothal gift was only a few hundred dollars.
What house or car? Sigh, let's not talk about it. Even the author was sad, let alone many readers.
"Xiao Yun, when you grow up in two years, I will marry you.”
Fang Han took the initiative to grab Xiao Yun's little hand and pulled her to his side.
Although Xiaoyun was shy, she did not reject him. She just stayed by Fang Han's side silently.
The nearby workers all turned around. The boss and the lady boss were close, so they did not dare to interfere in this matter.
Seeing that there was no one around, Fang Han stretched out a hand and hugged Xiaoyun's waist.
Her waist was really thin.
Xiaoyun's face turned even redder. She did not expect Fang Han to be so proactive. There were clearly many people around.
"Big Brother Fang, I still have something to do, so I'll leave for now.”
Fang Han looked at his hand. There was still a wisp of fragrance in the air.
He liked this feeling.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yun was only seventeen years old this year, and was still a few months away from adulthood.
When Xiao Yun became an adult, Fang Han would immediately hold a wedding with him and marry Xiao Yun.
It had been three years since he transmigrated, but he had never touched a woman.
Three years, do you know how these three years went?
There was no hot-blooded legend, only sleep. Although Ma Jia Town had a brothel, the quality of the people inside was not too high.
Since Fang Han had taken a fancy to Xiao Yun, he naturally would not hook up with ordinary people.
Only someone at Chu Hong's level was qualified to be his woman.
"Alright, I'll be going out for a few days. The food in the shop has been sold out, so wait for me to come back.”
Fang Han instructed before leaving the rice shop.
He planned to go to the small town next door and find Daoist Priest Qian there to make a deal with him.
Qian Kai, Qian Kai.
As the name implied, they were greedy for money.
As long as he was willing to pay, Priest Qian could do anything. He might even ask his wife to sell herself.
Of course, this was just Fang Han's imagination.
However, Daoist Priest Qian loved money. As long as Fang Han was willing to spend money, Daoist Priest Qian would definitely be willing to sell zombies.
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Liu Town.
In this era of the Republic of China, the names of towns were very common.
Fang Han packed up and went to Liu Town to make a deal with Priest Qian.
Ma Jia Town, Ren Jia Town, Liu Jia Town.
Priest Qian lived in Liu Town and opened a dojo there. Ninth Uncle was in Ren Town.
The Ma Family Town where Fang Han was located was under the jurisdiction of Priest Qian's junior brother, Priest Xu, who specialized in slaying demons and devils here.
"Mr. Fang, you're here."
Priest Qian's disciple recognized Fang Han and was especially respectful.
It couldn't be helped. After all, Fang Han was rich and often brought some gifts. He was very recognized by Daoist Priest Qian.
"I'm here to visit Priest Qian."
Fang Han walked into the dojo with some gifts in his hands and saw Priest Qian.
"Priest Qian, it's been a long time. You're still as valiant as before.”
"Mr. Fang, welcome.”
Priest Qian was very polite to Fang Han.
He was a rich man. There were some people he liked the most in his life.
Moreover, he was a generous and rich man.
It was a pity that Fang Han wanted to be his disciple, but he could not.
Although he was also from the Maoshan Sect, the Maoshan Sect was divided into many factions. If he wanted to take in a disciple, he had to consider the five disadvantages and three shortcomings.
Otherwise, he would definitely take Fang Han as his disciple if he was so rich.
"Priest Qian, I came here this time to make a deal with you.”
Fang Han took a box and placed it on the table in front of Priest Qian. He then looked at Priest Qian's disciple.
Priest Qian immediately understood.
"Go out for a while. I have something to talk to Mr. Fang about.”
The little disciple immediately walked out respectfully.
"Mr. Fang, if you have any requests, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I'll definitely help you solve it.”
Priest Qian's gaze was fixed on the box.
According to his understanding of Fang Han, there must be a lot of money in there. A box was worth at least a few hundred dollars.
He had worked for so long, and most of them were ordinary poor people. A few dollars a time was already very impressive.
There were very few people as rich as Fang Han.
"Priest Qian, I want to buy zombies from you.”
"Buy zombies? You want to buy zombies?"
Priest Qian was dumbfounded. He felt that he had heard wrongly.
He thought that Fang Han wanted to buy talismans, some cultivation manuals, or ask him for help.
In the past, Fang Han had bought many secret manuals from him.
The Purple Qi Visualization Technique was something Fang Han's brain had learned from those damaged secret manuals.
Priest Qian wanted to sell a few secret manuals to Fang Han and let him try it himself, but in the end, he bought zombies.
What was so good about zombies? They were disobedient, dangerous, and smelly.
"That's right, I want to buy zombies from you. It doesn't matter if they're alive or dead, but it's best if they're alive.”
"A white-haired zombie. If it's alive, it's a hundred dollars. If it's dead, it's fifty dollars.”
"Black-furred zombies cost 200 dollars, iron-armored zombies cost 400 dollars, and bronze-armored zombies are even more expensive.”
Fang Han tapped the table lightly.
Living zombies could obtain merit points and could also disintegrate space to obtain spiritual energy. Dead zombies could only be treated as spiritual energy.
"No problem, I agree."
Priest Qian agreed without thinking.
Although he did not know why Fang Han bought zombies, and why he wanted them dead or alive.
But it didn't matter. Who was he?
Qian Kai.
As long as there was money, it would be fine.
"Then, Priest Qian, take this money as my gift to you.”
Fang Han gently pushed the box.
Priest Qian eagerly took the box and opened it. A silver light flashed inside.
The rows of oceans were shocking.
"Mr. Fang, thank you. You're so generous.”
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