Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

"Crucian carp, catfish..."

"Oxtail fish, big-bellied fish..."

Wei Hong dragged the fishing net to the shallow water and immediately began to pick up fish!

There were all kinds of fish in the net!

The big ones weighed five or six pounds, and the small ones weighed one or two pounds, with a total of about forty or fifty pounds.

It must be said that the fishery resources here are indeed rich.

But most of these fish are worthless, only a silver, slender, pointed-mouthed fish made him feel like he had found a treasure.

"Silver knife fish?"

Wei Hong was surprised.

He never expected that he would catch such a precious thing in the first net after not fishing in the river for a long time.

It is rumored that this is a fish species with the blood of spiritual fish. It hides deep in the rivers and has an amazing speed. Even experienced fishermen find it difficult to catch it.

Not only is its meat delicate and delicious, but it also replenishes qi and blood!

It is therefore sought after by the rich and powerful, and each one is expensive!

"What a shame!" Wei Hong carefully put the silver knife fish into the barrel while secretly calculating: "Last time someone caught a three-jin silver knife fish and sold it for 3 taels and 5 cents of silver. This one of mine is probably only one and a half jins. I wonder how much it can sell for?"

As for the other fish, Wei Hong seemed a little disgusted.

He picked and chose more than ten and threw them into the barrel, and released all the others.

The prices in this world are very strange. Perhaps it is because the Great Zhou Dynasty is close to the world of immortal cultivation, and it has been affected by some spiritual energy. The river is flooded with fish and shrimp, and the mountains and forests are full of ferocious beasts.

As a result, fish and shrimp are naturally not worth much.

Common people cannot afford precious seasonings, and the fish and shrimp cooked are smelly and difficult to swallow.

Marinating into salted fish can remove the fishy smell, but salt is ten times more expensive than meat. Who would be willing to waste it like this?

And fish meat is bland, unlike pork with oil and water!

When you are hungry, eating fish is not enough to satisfy your hunger!

A pound of brown rice boiled into porridge can barely feed a family, but a pound of fish meat will make people hungry after a while. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, fish and shrimp are not as valuable as wild vegetables that can be found everywhere.

The restaurant does accept fish, after all, they have seasonings to cook fish deliciously, but they don’t accept all fish, so Wei Hong had to select them.

"Fortunately, I caught a silver knife fish today, otherwise I’m afraid it won’t sell for much money!"

Wei Hong thought about it and decisively cast a few more nets.

Unfortunately, the harvest was not big, and the second silver knife fish was not caught.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Wei Hong decisively packed up and chose to return. Finally, he returned to the capital with dozens of kilograms of fish before the city gate was closed.

He turned left and right on the street with ease!

Finally, he stopped in front of a restaurant called Xinghua Pavilion in Anlefang.

"Hey, is that you, Brother Hong?" The young servant standing at the door to greet guests brightened his eyes and said with a smile: "You haven't been here for a while. Didn't I hear that you went to the butcher shop as an apprentice? Why do you smell like fish again today?"

"Sixth brother, don't joke. Apprentices in butcher shops don't get paid!" Wei Hong sighed helplessly: "How can I survive the winter if I don't go back to my old job? Is Manager Lin here?"

"Why?" The young servant in green joked warmly: "Just throw this little catch to the kitchen and go to the account office to get the money. Do you have to alarm the manager?"

"I got a silver knife fish by chance." Wei Hong lowered his voice and said: "Please ask the manager to come over and take a look. I'll go to the kitchen first."

"Hey?"

The young servant in green was full of envy.

Wei Hong had already walked into the back kitchen from the side door skillfully.

After a while, an elegant and gentle middle-aged man walked over.

His name is Lin Weisheng. He used to be a poor scholar living in a slum. Later, he came here to be a shopkeeper with the help of a nobleman. He also took care of his former neighbors. Most of Wei Hong's fish were collected by him.

"I heard that you caught a silver knife fish?" Lin Weisheng smiled and was as gentle as jade.

"Lucky, Uncle Lin, take a look." Wei Hong put down the backpack and motioned him to look at the fish in the wooden barrel. The most conspicuous one was the slender silver.

"Well, not bad!" Lin Weisheng obviously knew the silver knife fish. He said with satisfaction: "The market price of a catty of silver knife fish is 1 tael and 2 qian of silver. You are about one and a half catties. How about 2 taels?"

"Okay!"

Wei Hong agreed with satisfaction.

He knew that Lin Weisheng was taking care of him.

If he went to other restaurants, he would never get such a price!

Then, the kitchen servants weighed the other fish.

A total of 36 jin, 3 wen per jin, a total of 108 copper coins!

"A total of 2 liang 108 wen." Lin Weisheng said in a gentle voice: "Go to the account office to collect the money."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin!" Wei Hong's face was full of joy.

"Wait!" Lin Weisheng raised his hand to stop him, handed over a bunch of keys and said: "I have a small courtyard in the next street. It may be cold this winter. If you have time, take your grandfather to move there."

"Uncle Lin, this is not appropriate!" Wei Hong waved his hand awkwardly: "In the capital of the gods, every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Even the most remote courtyards have to rent one or two liang a month. We can't afford to live there."

"It doesn't matter!" Lin Weisheng smiled indifferently: "My courtyard is empty anyway. You two can live there to add some popularity to me. It's better than you being cold and freezing in the slums."

"No!" Wei Hong shook his head again and refused: "People can be poor but not poor in spirit. We have hands and feet and can always support ourselves. Grandpa will never accept such help."

A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Lin Weisheng's eyes.

Finally, he sighed and said nothing more.

After a while, Wei Hong walked out of Xinghua Pavilion holding a small cloth bag.

He was in a good mood because he earned more than 2 taels in just one afternoon.

At first glance, this harvest seems to be quite a lot!

If he were a full-time fisherman every day, he would probably earn more than carrying a large bag at the dock.

But in fact, this is not the case. If Wei Hong were a full-time fisherman, he might not be able to catch silver knife fish often, and if he caught too much, Xinghua Pavilion would not be able to consume it, and it would not be sold at a high price if he sold it to other restaurants.

Moreover, fishing not only requires paying fish tax and boat tax, but also has to deal with the exploitation and extortion of boat gangs!

Many fishermen are often so poor that they don't even have a home, and they have to eat and live on the boat.

How can it be as comfortable as secretly casting a few nets every now and then?

"Manager Zhou, how much is your charcoal?"

Wei Hong just took a few steps and turned into a grocery store.

A chubby manager was fiddling with an abacus at the counter.

Two servants were carrying goods, and were obviously preparing to close the shop.

"Hey, isn't this Wei kid?" The fat shopkeeper looked up and smiled, "1000 catties of stove charcoal is 1 liang 9 qian, and 1000 catties of ash charcoal is 5 liang 5 qian. How much do you want?"

"Why is the price increased again?" Wei Hong frowned.

"You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too." The fat shopkeeper complained dissatisfiedly: "Just wait and see, there will be more increases in the future!"

"Okay!" Wei Hong directly slapped the small cloth bag on the counter and said, "1000 catties of stove charcoal, half a catty of coarse salt, send it to my home tomorrow, is it okay?"

"Hey, you are rich?" The fat shopkeeper looked surprised.

"It's just luck!" Wei Hong chuckled.