Doomsday Pavilion

"Moo~moo~!"

"Hey~"

At this moment, the sound of cows and sheep came from outside.

Everyone looked out and was amused.

"Ho, Wilderness Sheep?"

A large herd of cattle and sheep stood far away from the fence gate of the small hall, and an old man was sitting on top of the largest black cattle.

The old man threw a loud whip and shouted with a smile,

"Boss, is it out of stock?"

"..."

Lin Chou was a little silent, this TM is too abnormal.

"I'll go and take a look."

Lin Chou couldn't help being taken aback when he got close to the herd of cattle and sheep.

None of the bulls, yaks, yellow goats and horned antelopes are ordinary beasts.

They were all monsters above Tier 2, and the old man was riding even a Tier 4 bull.

Is there any change in this world that I cannot understand?

The old man fell lightly from the back of the five-meter-high bullock, and stroked his beard, making him very handsome.

"Hey, this is Boss Lin? The first time I met, I was disturbed."

Lin Chou arched his hands and looked at the red-faced kind old man with a smile.

"Hello, old man, you are..."

The old man laughed,

"Old man, I live in this wilderness just like you. I usually hunt and raise cattle and sheep. I haven't stepped into the light for almost ten years. Those who are self-sufficient and enjoy themselves are also happy... A few days ago, I met a little friend, and as soon as I saw it, he brought me a jar of good wine. After I drank it, the old man was greatly surprised. Such good wine can only be found in the sky, and the world cannot be heard a few times... Haha, the kid told me that there is a Lin's restaurant 200 kilometers outside the west gate. The wine is only sold here. Old man, I'm not here."

"Well, that kid, the last name is You."

Lin Chou said,

"Wandering Demon?"

"Yes, it's the name, hey, old man, I don't have any circulation points or anything else on my body, just these animals. I don't know if the little boss can be ambitious and barter?"

The old man casually pointed,

"Look at the little boss, don’t look at these animals that I keep in the pen, but the food is the best, just like this yellow sheep—the ordinary yellow sheep is only level zero and one. This one of mine, a genuine second-level intermediate, is already fundamentally different. The old man, I am looking for a variety of rare feeds for this bite of yellow lamb.

"Little boss, look at this yak again. I transplanted the best sedge grass, sedge, and rhodiola from the depths of the wilderness for thousands of miles. It drinks mountain spring water and sleeps on a volcanic pumice bed. It is Erquan Yingyue, every muscle is filled with pride, sadness, loneliness and sadness. It feels like a beauty..."

The old man pointed all the way down, and he was talking eloquently, and Lin Chou also listened with great interest.

The best ingredients are hard to come by, and even some extreme chefs will spend ten years and decades to cultivate and cultivate them from generation to generation, just to get the most ideal taste in their hearts.

This is crazy or even neurotic in the eyes of ordinary people, but for some people, it is no less than finding the true meaning of life.

The old man asked Lin Chou to put his hand on the yak’s shoulder,

"This is one of the most sparsely fat parts under the yak, you can pinch it, old man, I promise, my hairy cow, the delicate grease has covered every inch of the corner, like a yellow fatty crab, come, touch Touch it."

With a squeeze, the hands are very soft, and there is no feeling of dampness and heat, but cold and cold.

Huh, it feels good.

Lin Chou thought in his heart and couldn't help but grabbed a few more times.

"Moo, moo~!"

The yak screamed miserably, and Lin Chou instantly regained consciousness and quickly let go.

Taking a peek at it, the thick cowhide was crumpled together.

The old man’s distressed mouth twitched,

"The little boss is so powerful!"

"Ahem..."

"What do you think the little boss, can you use this animal for some good wine?"

Lin Chou nodded readily.

"Of course, I can't ask for it, old man, how do you want to change?"

The old man thought for a while,

"Jiushan Palace came to me a few years ago to buy a yak. ​​The price at that time was 5,000 circulation points per catty of meat. If the little boss can't trust me, he can go there to inquire."

"The bull has to be increased by 90%. As for the yellow goat and the horned antelope, I will give you one for every cow the little boss buys. How about?"

Even with some psychological preparation, he still couldn't help but swallowed saliva.

This yak must weigh at least three to five thousand catties. As for the bull...

Lin Chou suddenly felt that he couldn't afford it as a damn thing!

When it comes to the mouth, it is absolutely impossible to admit counsel,

"Old man, how can there be any reason for cattle to be sold by the catty?"

The old man glared, his beard and hair were wide,

"Little boss, what you mean is that you can't believe me?"

Since ancient times, raw cattle trading has never been weighed.

Because even an ordinary scalper can easily eat more than a hundred catties of water and food.

The raw cattle trade is all based on insight, how many catties a cow, how many bones and how much meat is released, the veterans have a glance, and the error will not exceed ten catties.

But at this time, Lin Chou said that, it was indeed a bit suspicious.

Lin Chou handed over,

"Old man, don't care about everything. A yak with ten altars of wine, what do you think?"

The old man's eyes widened.

"Don't sell it! Your kid is not sincere. This is the starting price. I have all inquired. A jar of wine is only three thousand circulation points. You kid just want to kill people and don't have such a black knife?"

Lin Chou blinked, not afraid that the old man would leave.

"The sky is asking the price to pay back the money, the old man, it hurts my body."

"Besides, if you want three-color snake wine, how about giving you thousands of altars?"

The old man snorted, knowing it in his heart.

"Thirty altars, no less!"

"Eleven Altars."

"Twenty-five altars! This is the bottom line of the old man."

"Fifteen Altars!"

"Thirty! I'm anxious for one less altar."

Lin Mei said,

"This yak is only three thousand catties, so you dare to ask for thirty altars. It's over."

The old man is anxious,

"Fart, my yak will definitely not be less than five thousand five hundred catties, and the meat produced is more than three thousand!"

"Thirty, do you want love, you get what you pay for, the old man's cow is worth the price."

Lin Chou pondered over the measurement,

"Twenty-five altars, plus your contact information."

The old man was satisfied this time and hummed,

"I used the old man's cow, so I can guarantee that all other beef will be rubbish when you look at it. That's it. Bring the wine."

One-handed payment and one-handed delivery, trading is very pleasant.

Lin Chou invited,

"Old man, don't you come in and sit down?"

The old man hum again,

"Why, I feel a loss. Your kid still wants to make my money from the old man. I'll tell you, old man, my own craftsmanship, that's a must!"

Lin Chou slapped haha,

"Dare you dare, you will be at ease when you come, but here I have the best side dishes with wine."

"peanut??"

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up,

"Expert! Professional!"

"Humph!"