In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 125 Precious Blood

Upon hearing this, Chen Dao nodded noncommittally. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I need 7 sections of blood bamboo shoots, 7 cockscomb flowers, 5 ounces of blood pine wood, and as for duck tongue grass... I need 300 plants."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up instantly. This man was indeed, as he had imagined, a big fat sheep.

The shopkeeper quickly picked up the abacus and started calculating: "7 sections of blood bamboo shoots, 70 taels of silver; 7 cockscomb flowers and 5 taels of blood pine wood, 60 taels of silver; 300 duck tongue grass plants, 3 taels of silver; totaling 133 taels."

"it is good!"

Chen Dao took out the silver and handed it to the shopkeeper. After carefully checking the medicinal herbs, he wrapped them in a cloth bag, and Chen Cheng carried the bag as they left the pharmacy.

Watching Chen Dao's departing figure, the shopkeeper beckoned to one of the shop's employees and said to him, "Go and inform Qin Jiang of the Black Tiger Gang that a fat sheep has appeared!"

After saying that, the shopkeeper called over another waiter and said, "Go and keep an eye on those two people from earlier."

The shopkeeper's surname was Yuan, and his given name was Yuan Hua. It was not hard to tell from this surname that the shopkeeper came from the Yuan family. However, he did not intend to tell the Yuan family about this fat sheep, because... if he told the Yuan family, most of the profits from this fat sheep would probably have to be handed over to the family. But if he cooperated with the Black Tiger Gang, he, Yuan Hua, could keep the vast majority of it!

Soon, the two shop assistants split up. One ran to inform the Black Tiger Gang, while the other secretly kept an eye on Chen Dao and the others.

Perhaps the clerk was too adept at tailing people, because Chen Dao didn't even notice his tailing behavior. He simply went to the grain store and cloth store to buy the daily necessities he needed, according to his own plan.

While Chen Dao was making purchases, in the county government office, in the room reserved for County Magistrate Xu Zhiwen, Xu Zhiwen said to Zhang He, who had followed him back to the county government office: "Go and investigate that boy named Chen Dao. Try to be discreet and don't let Chen Dao find out."

Xu Zhiwen's investigation of Chen Dao was merely to gather more information about Chen Dao, not to antagonize him. Therefore, Zhang He's investigation had to be conducted discreetly to avoid provoking Chen Dao's resentment.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I understand."

Zhang He clasped his hands in agreement, then looked at the Blood Feathered Chicken placed in the room, his eyes flashing: "Your Excellency..."

"rest assured!"

Before Zhang He could finish speaking, Xu Zhiwen laughed, "This Blood Feather Chicken was bought for you. With its help, you will surely become a martial artist soon, and then you will be able to stand on equal footing with Yuan Jiang!"

Although Xu Zhiwen successfully eliminated the Zhu family, the three major families still wielded immense influence in the county government. It could be said that... apart from him, the county magistrate, and Zhang He and others, everyone else in the county government was under the command of the Yuan and Fang families. Under these circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for Xu Zhiwen to take control of the entire county government.

Therefore, he urgently needs Zhang He to become powerful, at least to have some influence within the constable group.

"Thank you for the county!"

Zhang He said with a face full of gratitude, "Your subordinate will certainly live up to the county magistrate's expectations!"

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The backyard of Fuhu Boxing Gym.

Cui Mang, who had been invited by Li Hu, frowned as he looked at the bowl of blood in front of him. Although he was a burly man, he was not a savage who ate raw meat and drank blood. Why was Li Hu using this to entertain him?

Zhang He was also completely bewildered. Just now, Han Meng, the second disciple of Fuhu Boxing School, ran to his Batui Martial Arts School and said he wanted to see him. After seeing him, Han Meng said that Li Hu had something good to share with him. Zhang He thought it was something good, so he rushed over without even dealing with the matters in the martial arts school.

The result...is this?

Zhang He was a prominent figure in Taiping County. He usually ate well, though not exceptionally well, but he never lacked meat. Yet Li Hu served him a bowl of blood.

I, Zhang He, am not some savage who crawled out of the forest. I really can't drink this bloody blood!

Li Hu discreetly observed the two men's reactions and said with a smile, "The two masters must be quite puzzled?"

"nonsense!"

Cui Mang rolled his eyes and said, "Master Li, are you trying to make fun of me? I came here all this way, and you're serving me a bowl of blood?"

In other words, Li Hu was exceptionally strong and of equal status to himself. If it were anyone else, Cui Mang would have already lost his temper. Li Hu's way of treating him was truly disrespectful and even insulting.

"Master Cui, don't worry!"

Li Hu still had that same smiling face: "Why don't you try this chicken blood? Then you'll know whether I'm just teasing you or not!"

"Ok?"

Seeing that Li Hu's expression didn't seem like he was joking, Cui Mang frowned and became suspicious. Li Hu was so confident, could the blood in this bowl really be something unusual?

Cui Mang subconsciously picked up the bowl and sniffed it, discovering that the blood in the bowl was indeed somewhat special; it not only had no fishy smell, but also a kind of fragrant aroma.

"Then I'll give it a try!"

Cui Mang didn't dare to drink too much, he just took a small sip.

As Cui Mang swallowed a small mouthful of chicken blood, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Could this blood be the blood of a demon beast?"

Cui Mang carefully sensed the changes within his body, his eyes growing brighter and brighter!

The moment the chicken blood entered his stomach, a warm current rose from his stomach and then spread throughout his body, giving Cui Mang a warm feeling all over, as if he were in the summer.

Zhang He drank a mouthful of chicken blood with some skepticism, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"This is the benefit I was sharing with you!"

Li Hu, who had been observing the two men's actions, chuckled and said that he had personally experienced the effects of the Blood Feather Chicken's blood, so he wasn't worried that the two men wouldn't take the bait.

It should be noted that Cui Mang and Zhang He, like Li Hu before them, were all peak eighth-rank martial artists. For them, who were eager to break through to the seventh rank, the Blood Feather Chicken was undoubtedly extremely tempting.

As expected, Cui Mang, having figured out the effects of chicken blood, no longer cared whether he was eating raw meat and drinking blood, and drank the bowl of chicken blood clean in one gulp!

"what!"

After drinking a whole bowl of chicken blood, Cui Mang felt an endless surge of energy within him. His face flushed red, and he couldn't help but shout loudly as he took a stance in the backyard and began practicing his family's secret technique, the Mountain-Shaking Fist!

Zhang He on the other side was no exception. He stood up from his chair and used his own powerful leg technique to release his energy while also strengthening his own blood and qi.

"call!"

After a long while, Cui Mang finally stopped punching and kicking, his eyes shining like light bulbs.

After drinking a bowl of chicken blood, in just a short while, he felt that he was closer to the eighth rank.

"Master Li!"

Cui Mang looked at Li Hu, clasped his hands in apology, and said, "Please forgive my disrespect just now!"

Zhang He's eyes also lit up, and he clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you very much, Master Li, for sharing your precious blood!"