Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 77 Monthly Salary

77: 77 Monthly Salary

77: 77 Monthly Salary

Fang Zhixing understood and couldn’t help but ask, “May I know, Hall Master, if there is a way to earn extra Meat Pills?”

“Of course, there are many ways!”

Lu Anfu chuckled and said, “Here, I’ll recommend three relatively reliable methods for you, just take a look.

The first method, this is the Iron Casting Hall, which specializes in forging weaponry.

Weaponry is a valuable item.

A common person who dons armor and wields a weapon can possibly defeat a Martial Artist who has cultivated for many years in the Power Transmission Realm.

In short, you can come here to learn the skill of forging.

As long as you are able to independently forge weapons, you can exchange your merit for ample Meat Pills, which is indeed a case of the more capable, the more rewarded!”

The second method involves some risk.

You can try hunting Mutant Beasts in the Restricted Area and exchange their meat for Meat Pills, but you must risk your life.

The third method is not easy either; it could even be said to be more dangerous, which is to pursue or kill wanted criminals.

Many criminals have huge bounties on their heads.

As long as you are capable of capturing or killing them, you can also earn a lot of Meat Pills.”

Fang Zhixing instantly understood and, out of curiosity, asked, “Meat Pills, can’t we produce them ourselves?”

Lu Anfu sighed and said, “It would be great if we could produce Meat Pills ourselves.

Unfortunately, the method of producing Meat Pills is a core secret held by the Aristocratic Families, and outsiders have no way of knowing it.”

Fang Zhixing thought to himself that it was indeed so.

Afterward, he received his monthly salary as well as a token representing his identity as an Incense Master.

“The matter here is concluded.”

Fang Zhixing smiled lightly and quickly left the Iron Casting Hall, heading back to the Government Office.

It was now evening, and suddenly a drizzling rain started, carrying a chill with it.

Before he realized, it was the end of October, and the days were beginning to cool down.

“The weather is getting cold.

The days of the refugees will only get tougher, and the unrest is likely to intensify, potentially leading to a sudden escalation in the situation,” Fang Zhixing remarked softly.

Xigou responded, “Inside the city, it’s rather peaceful, with everything in abundance, and life goes on as usual.

The rich are even more comfortable, indulging in decadence and luxury.”

Fang Zhixing mused, “Chaotic times are upon us; such peaceful days cannot last forever.

A battle is inevitable, and I need to become stronger as soon as possible.”

Xigou completely agreed, mocking, “Your fame is not small now, if some powerful hero happens to pass by and wants to earn some fame, you might be the first one they target.”

Fang Zhixing certainly knew this.

A person without foresight always has immediate worries, but he had both long-term and immediate concerns.

One word, annoying!

While walking on the road, Fang Zhixing ran into the steward Wen Yuwen.

Fang Zhixing had long understood that Wen Yuwen was not just a steward but also a strategist and indeed Luo Peiyun’s confidant, holding significant sway inside and outside the County Government, possibly even higher in status than Luo Kezhao.

He immediately lowered his stance and greeted with a smile, “Steward Wen, have you had dinner yet?”

“I have, I have,” Wen Yuwen responded warmly with a smile, “Instructor Fang, where are you coming from?”

Fang Zhixing replied, “I went to the Iron Casting Hall.”

Wen Yuwen nodded, “As you should have, after all, you are the nominally appointed Incense Master there, and part of the monthly salary there is also yours.”

Fang Zhixing, full of gratitude, kept saying, “The position of Incense Master was secured for me by Lord County Magistrate, I truly have no way to repay this favor!”

Wen Yuwen laughed heartily, “As long as you do your part well, that is the best repayment to the lord.

Oh, by the way, the monthly salary from the County Government will also be given to you.

Your monthly salary is ten thousand Big Coins, plus ten Upper Grade second-level Meat Pills.”

Fang Zhixing understood that the compensation from both sides was the same.

So, each month he earned twenty thousand Big Coins and twenty Upper Grade second-level Meat Pills.

However, the Heavenly Slaughter Blood Sea Technique required 4100 Second Level Upper Grade Meat Pills.

Relying solely on accumulating monthly wages, it would take as long as seventeen years.

Clearly, this was far from sufficient.

That is to say, the Meat Pills provided in the monthly salary were only the basic supply and the amount was very small.

If a person wanted to obtain more Meat Pills, they could only contribute more, fighting desperately for the interests of the Aristocratic Family.

“In my previous life, many people were mortgage slaves, spending their entire lives paying off loans.

In this world, it’s the same.

Everyone is a Meat Pill slave, all damn camel Xiangzis.”

Fang Zhixing felt a profound sense of emotion.

Upon returning to the courtyard, the cook had already prepared dinner, and the maid had also prepared the bathwater.

Fang Zhixing ate his dinner and then comfortably soaked in the bath, enjoying the long-lost tranquility and peace.

Soon, Wen Yuwen sent someone to deliver this month’s salary.

It must be said, in terms of dealing with people and affairs, Wen Yuwen did so very aptly, leaving no room for criticism.

“Ahem~”

Suddenly, Xigou started coughing dryly.

He squatted beside the bathtub, his tail wagging frantically, hesitating to speak.

Fang Zhixing knew what this guy wanted to do, and continued to soak without paying him any attention.

“Ahem!” Xigou grew impatient, pacing around the bathtub, going back and forth, continuously coughing.

Fang Zhixing became annoyed and glanced at him, saying grumpily, “Did your throat get poked?

If you have something to say, spit it out.”

Xigou squatted down, stuck out his tongue, and with a slight wag of his tail, hee-heed, “Fang Zhixing, I just calculated.

You can only get twenty Meat Pills each month, which for you, are like mosquito meat— not very useful.

Maybe…”

Fang Zhixing said speechlessly, “What, you want to eat the Meat Pills?”

Xigou immediately held his head high and his tail wagged rapidly.

“Scram!”

Fang Zhixing turned away, outright refusing.

Xigou became desperate and yelled, “Don’t be so stingy, man.

Ever heard of sharing the blessing?”

Fang Zhixing scoffed, “Usually when I ask you to do something, you damn well find all kinds of excuses and are extremely unwilling.

And now you want to share the blessing?”

Xigou yelled, “Didn’t I help you in the last fight against the water thieves?

Without me, could you have beaten Guo Dingshan?”

Fang Zhixing glared and said, “You dare bring that up?

Your only job was to keep watch and alert us of enemies beforehand.

And what happened?

You let me get ambushed by the water thieves?”

Xigou fell silent, “I’m still just a puppy, you can’t have such high expectations.”

Fang Zhixing snorted, “I deeply suspect raising a pig might be more valuable than keeping you.”

Xigou angrily said, “Fang Zhixing, you’ve gone too far.

Don’t start raising your prices from the ground up.

How about this, raise me bigger, and once I grow stronger, wouldn’t I be of great use?

You need to invest to see a return!”

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes, “You are an explicitly losing trade, anyone would be blind to invest in you!”

Xigou huffed, “Just say it straight, what do you really want?”

As Fang Zhixing’s eyes rolled, the corner of his mouth twitched up, “I think our relationship lacks understanding; we need more training to strengthen our ‘bond’.”

Xigou’s heart skipped a beat, his fur bristling as he hesitated, “What kind of training do you have in mind?”

Fang Zhixing silently picked up a plate, turned towards the yard outside, raised an eyebrow, signaling his intention to throw it out.

“…”

Xigou instantly bared his teeth in a grimace, his face revealing a murderous intent.