After leaving the cave, Ding Xing followed Meng Qiao to the small market.

The place is not far away.

There are several mountain peaks connected by rings in the center of the winery. The law enforcement hall, recruitment hall, and spirit beast hall of the office worker are all clustered on the mountain. The valley surrounded by mountains has been opened into small transaction sets.

When Ding Xingchu came to the winery, his first stop was the Spirit Beast Hall. The back of this hall was Xiaoji. At that time, he had had a close contact with Xiaoji. Unfortunately, he had no magic power and could not see the details of the valley clearly. He passed by him.

After walking around the small path among the fields for most of the time, the valley was already far away.

Ding Xing could hear the noise coming from the valley market a mile away.

These days is the end of the year. The villagers of Zhuangzi worked hard for a year and all had a great harvest. They should buy a batch of satisfactory treasures for themselves or their families.

The market atmosphere was very warm, and Ding Xing was looking forward to it.

He followed Meng Qiao into the valley and first saw at the foot of the mountain beside the valley, where the attics stood two or three stories high.

Meng Qiao introduced: "That is a public store that is open all year round!"

She pointed to her finger: "In the future, you will need to refine magic tools and make talismans. Anyway, other methods other than brewing wine can be bought in these shops as long as you need it."

The "public" actually refers to the seniors in the village who were in the mysterious stage of their birth. They monopolized the store management and did not allow other farmers to engage in other businesses other than winemaking.

This practice is not all for eating alone, but also to prevent the villagers from using it in one's own way and delaying the harvest of the orchard.

Although these seniors, they still have the upper sect in charge of Jinlu Winery, they regularly offer a certain amount of spiritual wine to the upper sect. If they dare to lose tribute, the mild ones will be taken to the mortal world, and the worst ones will be confiscated and destroyed.

Ding Xing nodded and agreed. He actually understood what Meng Qiao said.

These shops are open all year round, but the items they produce are expensive and not many types, which cannot meet the needs of the patrons at all. Therefore, the market will be opened once a month.

At the end of the year every year, the market time will be extended, and the entire month before New Year's Eve is a trading period.

The market is located on the flat ground in the valley, allowing the villagers to trade spontaneously.

The 'public family' only sent people to draw a stall line, and neatly set up more than a dozen rows in the valley. If the villager wants to sell his treasures, he will build a mobile stall by himself and sell it at the market.

Freedom of buying and selling does not require additional fees. The "public" only maintains order and does not interfere with anything else.

After three hundred years of operation, the small market in Jinlu Xianzhuang has already reached a considerable scale, with all kinds of buying and selling, and most commonly used items in the cultivation world of Dawei Kingdom.

It is also a transit station for messaging.

After Ding Xing entered the market, his ears were filled with noises.

Apart from bargaining, the rest were chatting in a mess.

‘Which sect is going to fight?’ ‘Which ancestor is going to overcome the tribulation?’ ‘Which storm has killed the demons except for the demons?’ ‘Which trample is going to the Wei Kingdom to make trouble?’

From major events in the kingdom to personal personal information.

‘So who raised the price of spiritual wine, and the profit was tortured to harm relatives!’ ‘XXX found unknown wild spirit fruits outside the village and were hawking at the stall!’

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In fact, it is no different from the mortal world.

Perhaps it is because of the reason why we have a relationship, in such a market, everyone’s chat content is nothing more than talking about big talk and family matters.

Ding Xing and Meng Qiao were walking in the stall when suddenly a female voice shouted to them: "Sister-in-law Meng, I know you are going to the market today, so I have occupied a stall for you! Come quickly!"

This female voice comes from a young female cultivator with a taller figure than an ordinary man. She also dresses in a male cultivator with a crown on her head and a tight black suit. Her temperament looks clean and neat, but she also loses the woman's delicate and gentleness.

Meng Qiao immediately moved over: "Changjun, I'm going to move to Shijing Tea House soon. Today I only choose gifts and there is nothing to sell!"

After saying that, he waved to Ding Xing and made an introduction: "He is Ding Xing from the Orange Garden. He only has one grandfather in his family. He was transferred to the northern border by the sect. He lived a lonely life like you. In the future, you two will take care of each other, so let him use the stall!"

The female cultivator named Changjun waved her hand: "Okay, just give it to him!"

He spoke happily, but he retorted to Meng Qiao: "I am lonely, but I am not bitter! Sister Meng, don't talk nonsense!"

I'm all lonely, isn't it still hard?

Meng Qiao laughed in her heart and didn't reply.

She pulled Ding Xing and said, "Ah Xing, her name is Meng Changjun. She is a cousin within the fifth ward with your Uncle Meng. She has just moved from Qianxialuzhuang. In the future, she will take care of my vineyard. She is eight years older than you. You can call her aunt or sister. She is rough and a little careless, but she has a good heart. If you encounter difficulties, you can go to her!"

After giving this advice, Meng Qiao turned around and left, and went to the stall to choose gifts for herself.

On the way, Ding Xing told Meng Qiao that he wanted to sell a batch of "Liuxia wine". He was afraid that he would come late and could not grab the stall. Unexpectedly, he was given one by this "Meng Changjun".

Ding Xing was very happy and first bowed: "Thank you, Sister Changjun, for giving me the stall to my brother. I am disrespectful. If you have any useful things in the future, just talk."

If he doesn't call him Gu, he will lower his seniority.

Anyway, both sides have no blood relatives, so there is no problem calling the girl.

Meng Changjun grinned and smiled: "At a young age, adults are really good! But we are neighbors in the orchard, so we will use you a lot in the future. Don't complain then!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, we are helping each other. As long as you don't feel troublesome, I will never shout it out!" After Ding Xing said that, he shook his cuffs, moved out a large wine jar, placed it directly at the stall, and hung out the signs he had prepared in the cave earlier.

‘Fire Flame Liuxia Wine! The best wine for fasting in Jinlu Winery! It can be sold whole, and a tank of 20 yuan is sold in low-grade spirit stones! It can also be sold in bulk, and a jar of 2 yuan is sold in low-grade spirit stones!’

Meng Changjun looked at the sign, immediately flipped his palm, took out a bag of spirit stones, and threw it to Ding Xing: "Give me a jar first, and I'll tell you to open it!"

After hearing this, Ding Xing thought to himself that this sister was so generous that he felt intimate all of a sudden.

He did not refuse. Chu Bao had eight tanks of Liuxia wine in his sleeve, and he planned to sell them all. Ding Chenzhi would sell a batch of Liuxia at the market at the end of the year every few years. Now that Ding woke up and sold it, it was not abnormal. This was the inherited ancestral property.

After the spirit wine was delivered, Ding Xing looked at Meng Changjun's stall and set up a bunch of strange-shaped magic weapons, as well as a batch of bamboo slips and books.

Ding Xing adhered to the principle of intercourse of respect and exchanges. When the other party bought his own jar of wine, he also wanted to buy the other party's treasures of equal value.
Chapter completed!