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In order to become stronger quickly and see the effect, Ye Buwen decided to undergo a month of torturous training without rest.

But before that, he needed to prepare enough food.

After all, if he wanted to train well, he had to eat well.

So he came to a small market far away from Xianggu City.

A small roadside market.

"How much is this coarse rice?" Ye Buwen said to a man in servant clothes.

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"Fifty coins a bucket." The servant said in a lazy manner, quite arrogant.

Ye Buwen lowered his head and scooped up the rice, which was mixed with a lot of rice husks.

This quality, Ye Buwen was very disgusted.

It was far worse than the rice ground by modern industry, and it was obviously added with more rice husks to fill the volume, and it was old grain.

Ye Buwen did not show his expression, but just left silently to see if there was better rice somewhere else.

There was not only one rice seller here, but also servants of other landlords selling rice.

After walking around for a while, Ye Buwen found that the quality and price of this rice are similar.

It is estimated that the landlords and merchants have united to unify the standards and prices.

"Master Li, can this rice be cheaper?" An old man with wrinkles on his face begged a servant who was selling grain.

The servant said arrogantly: "Everyone is the same price, there is no discount, you can buy it or not."

"I rented the land of our master Li. The weather is not good this year, and most of the harvest has been paid for rent. Master Li, please have pity on my family for the sake of us helping the master's family.

If we don't buy enough food, our family will not survive the winter."

The old man appealed to the servant's emotions and tried to move him.

The servant sighed: "What's the use of me pitying you? You need the master to pity you. This grain is not mine, it belongs to the master, I can't make the decision."

The old man came closer and whispered flatteringly: "Master Li, we dare not ask for a discount, just give the master the price."

The servant put away his empathy for the old man, his expression was serious, and even a little angry.

"You mean, I, against the master's intention, pocketed the money in the sale of grain?" The servant raised his voice and questioned, staring at the old man.

"I dare not, I dare not." The old man was panicked, and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize, and compromised, "Fifty coins is fifty coins, I'll buy two buckets."

Ye Buwen watched the helplessness of the tenant farmer from the side.

This market gathered many such tenant farmers.

Growing grain on the ground, the landlord harvested a wave of rent, and then the landlord and servants harvested another wave of surplus property in the market.

After working hard for a year, it's hard to even fill your stomach.

Ye Buwen stopped sighing, waited for the old man to leave, and walked up to him and said, "Two dou of rice."

At the same time, he showed the half-string of copper coins on his waist and handed over a special rice bag he made.

Seeing this, the servant took out the measuring cup and filled it with rice.

I don't know if it was because he was used to being arrogant on weekdays, but the servant didn't fill the measuring cup full when filling the rice.

"Fill it full, it's full." Ye Buwen looked at the servant with a cold expression.

"I can only fill this much, what can you do..."

Suddenly, a hard object hit his head, and the servant raised his head impatiently.

The servant reacted quickly, snapped, and said tremblingly: "Master, please show mercy, I will fill it for you."

Ye Buwen put the gun tip against the servant's forehead, and the servant's forehead was sweating crazily.

The people around saw Ye Buwen take out the weapon, and they were immediately shocked.

The strong servants who accompanied them to sell grain all picked up their sticks and prepared for battle.

The scene suddenly became quite chaotic.

Ye Buwen snorted coldly and put the spear head on the servant's neck to pierce the flesh. At the same time, he kept an eye on the surroundings to avoid sneak attacks.

The servant was frightened and knelt down to load the grain.

"Master, please be merciful. We are loading grain. We are loading grain."

"Fill it up quickly and tie it up. If it leaks, I will come back and chop off your head." Ye Buwen moved the spear head and rubbed the servant's skin with the cold spear head.

"Okay, Master." The servant looked flattering and smiled.

After a while, the grain was loaded.

Ye Buwen took the grain and put it on his back, and tied it tightly with a straw rope.

He looked around at the servants who picked up sticks and weapons. There were about twenty people who were slowly approaching.

"Master, you have money in your pocket, there is no need to rob." The servant asked cautiously, wondering if someone gave him the confidence.

"Just because I have money, I can't rob?" Ye Buwen sneered, leaned forward slightly, tapped the servant's face with the gun head, and said arrogantly, "I just like this excitement."

"Sorry, I'm talking nonsense, master, I'll slap my mouth." The servant raised his hand and slapped his mouth hard.

However, Ye Buwen did not continue to be arrogant. He looked around and saw the distance between the servants with weapons and him. The closest one was already five meters away.

If you don't run at this distance, you will be easily caught up.

Ye Buwen did not hesitate and started running wildly with rice on his back, with amazing explosive power.

"Chase him, this man has iron weapons, maybe he is a fugitive." A servant shouted.

As soon as this word came out, it instantly aroused the passion of everyone.

Even the tenants who bought grain couldn't help but be moved. They picked up the carrying poles they used for self-defense and joined the pursuit.

You know, catching a fugitive can get a good reward, these poor people will not miss this opportunity.

Ye Buwen didn't need to look, just by hearing the sound, he knew there was a group of people behind him.

He had anticipated this situation and planned his escape route in advance.

He had considered this small market for a long time.

About three minutes later, Ye Buwen saw the key point for a successful escape, a mountain ridge more than five meters high.

Ye Buwen adjusted his breathing, came to the mountain ridge, found the right place, and jumped.

"Crack~" A sound of grass hitting sounded.

Ye Buwen landed on the grass pile that had been prepared long ago, cushioning the impact of jumping down.

Turning around and getting up, Ye Buwen came to the side, pulled out the long knife that had been placed there before, and cut off the vines that tied the grass.

Then he grabbed the wooden stick in the grass, lifted it, swung it left and right, and spread the grass thinly.

After doing all this, Ye Buwen looked back at the mountain ridge, and no one was standing yet.

It can be seen that Ye Buwen ran very fast and had strong leg strength.

After all, if his leg strength was not strong, he would not have been able to escape from Xianggu City at the beginning.

After a while, the pursuers stood on the ridge in twos and threes, looking at Ye Buwen, panting, and staring at each other.

Everyone looked at the five-meter-high ridge, and then looked at the knife in Ye Buwen's hand. They felt that they dared not jump down.

Not to mention breaking a leg, the knife was waiting below.

If he jumped down, he would probably not adjust his body shape before the knife hit him.

After a break or two, Ye Buwen felt that his energy had recovered a little, and he retreated with the knife raised.

The pursuers had wooden sticks in their hands, so even if they didn't dare to jump down, they could still throw weapons to cause damage.

For safety reasons, keep a distance.

"Ahem, stop the horse, you coward, you dare to rob things but you don't dare to take responsibility, if you have the ability, don't run, I won't chop you to death, let you taste the eighteen tortures." The robbed servant came late and stood on the ridge and cursed.

"Silly dog, what are you doing? Jump down and catch this villain and hand him over to the master for punishment." The servant said to a servant holding a wooden stick.

"Little Li, he is holding a knife." This person was also scared when he saw a knife.

Life is your own, there is no need to risk your life for others.

"What's wrong with holding a knife? Can't you win with such a long stick in your hand?" The servant was extremely angry and began to threaten him, "If you don't jump down, I will punish you twice as much as the master punishes me."

Hearing the servant's words, the tenants around him despised this little master Li even more.

Ye Buwen was in no mood to pay attention to their conversation. After he recovered his breath, he turned around and ran up the mountain.