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  Mo Qing dust heard the sound and looked over, only to see a robust man in his thirties looking down at her from above, with even the nasal hair in his nostrils clearly visible from her angle.

  Mo Qingchen twitched the corner of his mouth, it seemed that sometimes having too good eyesight wasn't necessarily a good thing. His mind was racing with thoughts. This sturdy man's cultivation was only at the fourth layer of refining Qi, and for someone of his age, this level of cultivation didn't show much talent. However, looking at his fearless appearance, he thought back to the way people around him looked at her, as well as the old tea seller's subtle hint, could it be that this sturdy man had someone backing him?

  "Stinky girl, you're new here, don't you know that's my spot?" The burly man asked impatiently as he saw the little girl look up at him.

  Mo Qingchen lowered her eyelids, covering up her anger, and smiled brightly: "Uncle, so this is your place? I'm really sorry, I didn't know since I just arrived, and I've delayed your business."

  He picked up a wine gourd from the clean blue cloth and said, "Uncle, this is my grandfather's self-brewed wine. You try it."

  Zhuang Han was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Mo Qingchen's reaction. He stood there for a while before subconsciously taking the wine gourd and looking at Mo Qingchen's smiling face said: "This time let it go, little girl be more careful next time."

  "Alright, I won't disturb you doing business, uncle." Mo Qingchen quickly and neatly packed up his stall and said obediently.

  "Alright, alright, just be more careful next time." The big man seemed to recall his own fierce expression earlier and felt a bit embarrassed as he looked at the little girl's smiling face, awkwardly waving his hand.

  Mo Qingchen turned around, walking step by step towards the outside of the market, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. What was supposed to be his territory, that place was clearly just a scattered stall, but he had also been negligent. How could such a good location be empty for no reason, it turned out to be because of this.

  It seems that the sturdy man must have some backing, otherwise the people around him would not be so cautious.

  Although I'm young, smiling and saying a few gentle words doesn't count for much, but after all... it's hard to calm down!

  Mo Qingchen clenched his fists and lightly bit his lip.

  "Little sister!" Xia Xiao jumped out of nowhere. Mo Qingchen, who was lost in thought, was startled.

  Mo Qingchen glared at him: "What's wrong with you, scaring me like that!" For some reason, looking at the boy's smiling face made her unable to be polite.

  Xia Xia rubbed her nose: "So polite to others, but so fierce to me!"

  Mo Qingchen originally had a fire in his heart, and when he mentioned it, he turned around and left.

  "Hey, little girl, don't be annoyed. I was just casually saying it. Don't you want to know where that person came from?" Xiaxia said in a hurry, pulling on Mo Qingchen's sleeve.

  Xia Xia's words made Mo Qingchen stop in his tracks, but his eyes lingered on Xia Xia's hand grasping his sleeve. The other book club members looked on normally.

  Xiaoxia smiled and said, "Little sister, actually I admire you. That man is famous for his bad temper. In the past, many newcomers who saw that good spot and set up their stalls there were scolded by him. In the end, not many of them ended up well. Tsk, tsk. I didn't expect you to make him lose his temper with just a few words."

  Mo Qingchen knew it wasn't about herself, but rather that under normal circumstances, a 10-year-old girl would apologize with a smile and admit her mistake. It's not a big deal, so whoever wouldn't be embarrassed to say anything else, she just grasped this point of human nature.

  "That uncle seems to be at the fourth level of Qi refinement." Mo Qingchen paused for a moment, perfectly expressing his curiosity.

  Xiaoxia smiled, and it wasn't until then that Mo Qingchen noticed his eyes were narrow and long, making him look very... cunning when he smiled.

  "That person is indeed at the fourth layer of Qi Refining, but he has a brother who is in the Foundation Establishment stage..." Xiaoxia whispered as she leaned in.

  "Ah, I see. How did you know?" Mo Qingchen thought to himself that it was fortunate he hadn't acted impulsively back then, or else he would have gotten into trouble before even settling down, and would have found it difficult to establish himself here.

  "I -" Xia said, pausing for a moment before continuing: "I make a living here, so I'm naturally more aware of these things."

  Mo Qingchen nodded: "Thank you for reminding me, I have something to attend to and will leave first."

  Mo Qingchen bid farewell to Xiao Xia, unfolded the Wind Control Technique and rushed towards the rented courtyard. She knew that within the inner city, flying was not allowed, regardless of whether one was a high-ranking or low-ranking cultivator, most people used the Wind Control Technique to travel.

  "Hey girl, where are you going?" As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Mo Danyan saw her sitting in a bamboo chair in the yard, smiling and asking.

  Mo Qingchen looked at Mo Daxian's expression and saw that although his face was pale, his spirit had improved a lot. He couldn't help but feel happy: "Grandfather, you look much better."

  Mo Danyan smiled: "Girlie, don't always worry about old man's body, for a while, Grandpa won't die yet. Girlie, what are you doing?"

  Mo Qingchen walked over and leaned against Mo Danyan's side, saying: "Grandfather, today Qingchen went to the market and took a stroll. It was bustling with people coming and going. I thought, why don't we rent a stall there and sell spiritual wine?"

  She had thought about it all the way, now that the old and young were old and small, Grandpa was still injured, in order to avoid some trouble, it's better to spend money renting a formal stall.

  Mo Danyan furrowed his brow, and after a while, he said: "Girl, Grandpa trusts your wine-brewing skills, but this way, it will take a lot of time..."

  "Grandfather, I've inquired about those stalls. They only set up for an hour each morning and evening, probably to leave time for the cultivators to practice. So, I'll just set up for an hour in the afternoon, and use the rest of the time to cultivate. It won't interfere with anything."

  "Grandpa——" Mo Qingchen saw that Mo Danyan was slow to speak and pulled on his sleeve.

  Mo Danyan lovingly looked at his little granddaughter, thinking that although his injuries had stabilized somewhat, he still didn't know when he could mobilize his spiritual energy. The method his little granddaughter mentioned seemed to be the most suitable for maintaining their livelihood. Moreover, cultivators who wanted to achieve something couldn't just focus on bitter practice all the time; they needed to broaden their horizons and see different people and things in order to improve their mental state. He nodded in agreement.

  On the second day, Mo Danyan personally took Mo Qingchen to rent a formal stall in the market and started a life of selling spiritual wine while cultivating.

  Mo Danyan had been taking the Rejuvenation Pills all along, but the frequency of his outbursts was getting less and less, until eventually he became no different from a normal person. People who didn't know him couldn't tell that he had any injuries at all.

  Because of taking a Spirit Gathering Pill every now and then, Mo Qingchen's cultivation also entered the fourth layer of Qi Refining in a year.

  "Qing Chen Ya Tou, you're packing up so quickly?" The old man selling ling tea next to Qing Chen's stall asked with a smile.

  After a year, Mo Qingchen and the vendors who regularly set up stalls here all became familiar with each other. Upon hearing this, one of them responded in a crisp tone: "Yes, Mr. Han."

  "Hey girl, I see you still have a pot of wine left unsold. How about selling it to me at a discount?" The old man continued with a smile.

  Mo Qingchen rolled her eyes, this Mr. Han initially seemed like a refined and kind-hearted person, but in reality he loved to take advantage of small opportunities, always finding ways to buy cheap wine from her. However, apart from this one flaw, he didn't have any ill intentions and actually showed her considerable care.

  "Mr. Han, you can take this wine and drink it yourself, when guests come, they will also rely on you to help out." Mo Qingchen smiled and handed over the wine gourd.

  The old man took the wine jug without hesitation, saying: "That's not possible, girl, you don't make money easily either. This tea is for your grandfather to take back, it's a new Rain Spirit Fragrance, see if he likes it."

  Mo Qing dust did not move his voice and swept over the old man's miserable tea leaves, nor did he count them. He smiled and thanked him.

  "Hmm, I'm telling you, Old Han, who do you think this little tea can fool? The other person's grandfather is a late-stage Qi Refiner." A nearby fruit vendor said indifferently.

  The old man habitually lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

  Mo Qingchen didn't say much either, turned her head and left. They had been acquaintances for a year, but since Grandfather occasionally helped her with the stall, others saw that Grandfather was being polite to her after reaching the late stage of Qi refining. This young woman even intentionally drew closer, but her personality really made Mo Qingchen dislike her. After a long time, the young woman lost patience and returned to her true nature.

  "This wine seller, why has he packed up so early?" A man rushed over not long after Mo Qingchen left, looking at the empty stall with disappointment and asking.

  "Go, go, go! If you want to buy it, hurry up and do it tomorrow." The old man waved his hand impatiently.

  The man walked away with a huff.

  "Hehe, aren't you jealous of our good business and feeling envious?" The young woman covered her mouth and laughed.

  The old man puckered his mouth: "What a taste, that hand-brewed wine of Lao Ye's is absolutely fantastic, I must say. Tsk, tsk, the flavor... if only the ingredients weren't slightly inferior, it would be even better than the best wines from the Jade Spring Workshop."

  He finished speaking and directly picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, and let out a drunken sigh.

  The young woman hummed and turned her body away.

  Mo Qingchen left Fang City and didn't go back directly, but instead went to the side of the scales that were lined up like a comb, and entered the five-grain store that specialized in selling Linggu Valley grains.

  After greeting the shop assistant at Wugudian, Mo Qingchen bought enough Linggu and walked out of the store in the direction of his own home.

  Long ago, Mo Qingchen had decided to brew his own wine for sale. One dou of Lingguo would yield one dou of wine, with a profit far higher than buying wine from the winery and mixing it with his own fine wine in his gourd. Moreover, the flavor of his self-brewed wine was also much better.

  So the Wuguzhuang store became a regular customer of Mo Qingchen.

  One dou of the lowest-grade spiritual grain is worth no more than half a piece of spiritual stone, while his own wine gourd can hold about two liters. In other words, one dou of spiritual grain can brew at least five gourds of wine. One jar of wine costs thirty spiritual pearls, and this profit is not low.

  Unfortunately, the spiritual wine is not like others, especially the lower-grade spiritual wine, with less spiritual energy. Only connoisseurs are willing to spend spirit pearls to buy it, while other cultivators rarely do so. Mo Qingchen's business makes others envious, selling 7-8 jars every day before closing up shop. Firstly, each batch of wine takes at least a month to produce, and the quantity is limited to ensure stable business, with only about 10 jars sold per day. Secondly, connoisseurs are indeed few in number, and it's impossible to monopolize this market, or else there would be more trouble.

  This way, without any disputes or snatching, a year passed and it was indeed calm and peaceful. Even so, every day there were still two pieces of low-grade spirit stones coming in.

  Mo Qingchen was thinking about business in her mind, and unknowingly walked into the courtyard. However, she was pulled over by Mo Danyan: "Girl, come take a look."