With divine artifacts in hand, cheating is effortless.

  In the alley, there were over a dozen grain and grocery stores. In one of them, which had a sign that read "Wu Liang Wang", a slender and elegant woman stood in front of the counter inside the store, her back to the entrance, placing a string of copper coins on the counter and pointing at one of the baskets containing yellow beans.

  A man in his forties or fifties, with a mouthful of yellow teeth and a big belly, stood beside her, chattering incessantly to her about something.

  A stout middle-aged man wearing silk and satin, looking prosperous and radiant, far beyond the reach of ordinary shop assistants, even if not the owner of the store, he is a person in charge.

  The passionate smile on his face was absolutely not what a flour shop owner who didn't worry about business should have.

  A slender woman stood silently, holding an empty bag in her hand, motionless.

  That plump middle-aged man, who looked like a shopkeeper, started to get out of line as he spoke. He first politely took the empty bag from her hand and handed it to the young clerk inside the counter, taking the opportunity to grab one of her hands and gently caress it, his stout body slowly leaning towards Zhang's.

  The woman was forced to dodge towards the corner of the counter.

  In the end, there was nowhere to hide, and the fatty finally pressed her body tightly against hers, with one fat hand wrapped around her slender waist, slowly sliding towards her buttocks.

  Before he could achieve his goal, the shop assistant had already packed half a bag of soybeans and placed it on the counter. The woman grabbed the bag and ran out of the store like she was escaping, put the half bag of soybeans in the donkey cart, pulled the little donkey, and hastily left.

  The fat shopkeeper chased out of the store and shouted at Zhang's back: "Mrs. Zhang, if you have any difficulties, remember to come to me anytime, as long as I can help, just speak up."

  His oily face had a sly smile, watching the woman's back as she hastily left, muttering to himself: "Heh heh, you can't fool me, business is so good but the goods are getting less and less every day. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, sooner or later you'll be begging for my help."

  Having said that, he turned around and went into the store.

  ……

  Zhang had just left when Zhen Ming Su came out from behind a big tree, looked at the back of the stout shopkeeper of Wuguan and frowned.

  Then walked into a grocery store next door.

  "Sir, what can I get for you?"

  "I have something to ask you." Zhen Ming handed a few pieces of silver to the shop assistant, who beamed with joy and said: "Sir, please go ahead and ask. I'll tell you everything I know."

  ……

  About half a time later, Zhen Ming struggled out of the store with a full load of things.

  The shop assistant enthusiastically sent him out the door, watching him leave with a smile on his face. The other party had only asked a few questions and gave him nearly half a tael of silver as a consultation fee, which was almost equivalent to half a month's wages. He muttered to himself: "This is the first time I've seen such a strange customer. Why did he ask so many questions about others? Is he going to kidnap someone? But everyone on this street knows that Boss Feng next door doesn't have any money, it's all controlled by his stingy old mother... If you want to make money from him, I'm afraid you won't even get a single copper coin..."

  He muttered to himself and turned into a grocery store.

  ……

  When Zhenming passed by the entrance of Zhang's residence, Zhang had just returned home and was carrying two wooden buckets out of her courtyard. He nodded to her as usual, but she seemed not to recognize him at all, lowering her head and hurrying away with the water buckets.

  He didn't take it to heart and went back home, took out the bamboo paper he had just bought, pulled out his phone, turned it on and entered the system, selected the "Special Functions" folder, found the "Print" application, and clicked to open.

  The phone started making a whirring sound, and the screen suddenly split in two, turning into a long rectangle about four times the width of a sheet of paper. Then, the screen slowly extended upwards, revealing a tiny gap.

  Zhenming bitter will one of the stacks of neatly cut bamboo paper stuffed inside, selected already prepared printing materials, press the "print" case.

  The bamboo paper slowly slid out from the gap, and when it came out from the other end, it was already printed with dense and dense text.

  The mobile phone printed out materials, Zhenming bitterly sat on one side waiting, staring blankly at the printed data.

  "Have I offended her?"

  "It's definitely that kid taking advantage of her again, and I'm fed up with it too."

  "This little scoundrel! It's not the first time he's dragged me down, every time he takes advantage of me, and I'm the one who gets blamed!"

  He muttered to himself, and the phone on the table had already printed out all the materials he needed.

  Picking up this thick stack of materials, he casually flipped through it and found that most of them were technical papers printed out by him.

  He finally pulled out a color print from these printed materials, on which was a slender woman standing in a dilapidated courtyard, bending down to pour a bag of soybeans into a water bucket.

  Although the picture is small, it is exceptionally clear and can be seen at a glance that the person in the picture is indeed Zhang Doufu.

  When it was first designed, he chose this micro-long focal length lens that cost thousands of yuan at the time, and was worried that it would be too expensive. Now it seems that with this lens, people hundreds of meters away can be photographed clearly, and it has become a must-have for paparazzi.

  He thought so, stood up, picked up the iron stove brought back from the blacksmith's shop, and walked out of the house.

  ……

  Into the night.

  A tempting milk fragrance wafted out of Zhen Ming's courtyard.

  Zhen Ming was sitting in the courtyard, with a pile of firewood burning brightly in front of her. The strong and rich aroma of milk was wafting from the flames.

  Next to him was a workbench with many kneaded doughs on it, and eggshells scattered all over the table. The cheese he had bought from the grocery store had been mixed into a milkshake and placed in a bowl.

  Apart from this, there was also a pile of burnt things in the basin on the table, which looked like failed experimental products.

  His face was smoked like a miner who crawled out of a coal heap.

  He looked at the phone in his hand, on which an electronic timer was displayed, and muttered to himself: "Fifteen minutes, medium heat, shouldn't be burnt again, right?"

  At this time, the countdown on the timer just ended, he immediately opened up the burning firewood, revealing a custom-made iron roasting furnace made by the blacksmith.

  Open the oven lid, and suddenly milk fragrance overflows.

  The golden-brown pastries inside the box, with their enticing appearance, hinted that after nearly ten failures, he had finally figured out a way to bake Western-style pastries using his homemade oven.

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