The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

The anger that had been building up since this morning has finally been released, like a stone tablet that had been pressing on my chest that has finally been removed.

I feel much more relaxed all over.

He even had a faint feeling that his magical skills had improved slightly.

As for the specific aspect, I don't know.

The main problem is that I can only figure it out on my own right now.

Xu Jiande exhaled a long breath, feeling a complete relaxation from body to mind.

That's how demonic cultivators are; if they constantly feel stifled, they'll develop inner demons. Once their thoughts are clear, their cultivation will naturally flow smoothly.

The demonic energy in his dantian circulated at least twice as fast as before, and the speed and strength of the demonic energy flow were much smoother.

In high spirits, Xu Jiande threw another grenade, this time towards the spot where the Japanese machine gun had been.

With another "bang," three more people were killed.

Xu Jiande felt another surge of blood energy enter his body.

He then turned around, quickened his pace, and swiftly turned into another alley.

He walked while adjusting his breathing, gradually suppressing the murderous aura.

The surrounding air returned to normal, and the quiet of the alleyway returned to its former tranquility.

He looked down at his hands; his fingers were clean, without a speck of dust on them.

He truly accomplished his task and left without a trace, concealing his merits and fame.

Xu Jiande walked at a moderate pace, with a composed demeanor.

He could see Japanese patrols along the way, but no one questioned him.

The main issue is that it's quite far from the explosion site.

Half an hour later, Xu Jiande arrived at the main store of Dafu Rice Shop in Shangcheng District.

The main store is much larger than his millet shop; the three storefronts have been combined, and the storeroom alone is forty or fifty square meters.

But at this moment the store was empty. Most of the rice bags that were originally piled up on the shelves were gone, leaving only a few bags of cornmeal and broken rice piled in the corner.

It looks like someone has been robbed.

The air smelled of stale grain, mixed with dust and sweat, and had a slightly sour odor.

There were two employees in the shop: one was squatting in the corner dozing off, and the other was sitting behind the counter doing the accounts.

The shop assistant behind the counter saw Xu Jiande come in and recognized him.

The two stores usually do business together, but previously it was the old store owner who came here, and Xu Jiande came less often.

We knew each other, so we could say we were acquainted.

Xu Jiande inherited the old owner's store, which many people here envied.

After exchanging greetings, Xu Jiande got straight to the point and asked if there was any rice left.

The waiter shook his head and said that the rice was gone, but there was still a little coarse grain left, though not much.

Moreover, the price has increased, rising by 30% compared to the day before yesterday.

"A 30% increase?" Xu Jiande frowned.

The shopkeeper sighed and lowered his voice, saying, "It's not that we want to raise prices. There's chaos and war right now, and food can't get into the city. This little bit of stock is from previous hoardings. If it weren't for our years of cooperation, we wouldn't even sell you this coarse grain."

He added that there are now purchase limits, and they can only give small shops like theirs 300 jin of coarse grains at a time.

Xu Jiande was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Pack me three hundred jin."

The worker asked another worker who did the heavy lifting to move the goods.

The two of them fussed around for a while and then carried out several bags of cornmeal and broken rice from the back warehouse.

Xu Jiande checked it and found that the cornmeal was fairly fresh, but the broken rice was not in good condition; it could still be eaten as porridge.

In this day and age, it's good enough to have food to eat; who would dare to be picky?

Xu Jiande took out the money from his pocket, counted it, and handed it over.

He squeezed the banknotes in his hand, feeling that the money would soon become worthless.

He then borrowed a handcart, loaded the grain onto it, and left the main store. Xu Jiande then pushed the handcart towards Nanluoguxiang.

Three hundred catties of grain were piled on the cart, and the wheels made a creaking sound as they rolled over the bluestone slabs, which seemed rather unusual.

Xu Jiande thought to himself, "This chaotic world has only just begun, and grain prices have already risen by 30%. In a while, they'll probably double. The rice shop business won't last long. It's going to be tough."

We need to think of another way.

Of course, these things don't seem to be the most important.

He can kill a few more cabinets at night and then loot the corpses.

They were having so much fun killing people that they forgot about this.

This is the biggest risk-free business.

Of course, in the face of the already fallen city of Beijing, simply staying in a house was not enough; one also needed to check if there were any tunnels nearby.

This is important.

Based on his limited historical knowledge, Xu Jiande knew that there were many tunnels in Beijing, and he hoped that the place where the original owner lived also had them.

Of course, it depends on luck.

As the cart turned the corner of Nanluoguxiang, the signboard of Xu Ji Rice Shop came into view in the distance.

Under the sign, Aji was sitting at the entrance.

Upon seeing Xu Jiande, he appeared very nervous and said, "Boss, all the coarse grains are sold out. A lot of people came just now, but they're all gone."

Xu Jiande told him to take the 300 jin of coarse grain back to the shop, saying, "I understand. There probably isn't much grain left in the whole city right now."

He said this in a very calm tone, as if he had expected it to happen.

Aji nodded.

Xu Jiande walked behind the counter, picked up a pen and ink, brought in the price tag that was standing at the door, and rewrote a few lines.

The sign said that the price of coarse grains now on sale has increased by 60%.

They also stated that they would limit sales to 20 jin per day, with a limit of 5 jin per person, and the sale would continue until all items were sold out.

Aji thought to himself, "Xu Jiande is really ruthless. The price of the newly bought grain has increased by 60%. It's practically robbery."

Unexpectedly, Xu Jiande looked at him and said, "Aji, I can sell you ten catties of coarse grains. As for the price, it can be 30% lower than the current price."

Aji was stunned for a moment.

He thought he had misheard.

He was introduced by Wang Xiaoyong. Although today was his first day at work, he was already considered a member of the rice shop.

Why are they raising prices for grain that their own people are buying? And it's 30% more expensive than the grain they just sold? Of course, it looks like it's 30% cheaper than the grain sold to outsiders, which is 60% more expensive.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. However, the expression on his face betrayed his displeasure.

Xu Jiande seemed to know what he was thinking. He looked at Aji, sighed, and said, "Aji, I have no choice. The price of these coarse grains I bought has increased by 30% at the head office."

His tone carried a sense of helplessness, "You saw it in the store today, so many people are buying grain. The grain I'm going to sell later will definitely be more expensive. Your price is already 30% higher, which is the best deal I can offer. It's like I'm giving it to you at cost."

After hearing this, Aji's expression gradually relaxed.

It turned out to be the case.

It's not that Xu Jiande is heartless; the main store raised prices first, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But I'm still not happy.

At this moment, Xu Jiande said again, "Aji, the price of grain will probably change every day in the future, so we need to be careful with our sales. That's why we're only selling twenty catties a day."

Aji nodded, thinking to himself that although Xu Jiande was young, he was already a qualified businessman.

The main store raised prices by 30%, but he increased them by 60%, and even limited purchases, selling only 20 jin a day.

This isn't doing business; this is profiting from someone's misfortune.

But he didn't show it on his face; he was there to be a waiter, not a moral judge.

How the boss sets the price is the boss's business; he just needs to do his job.

And to be honest, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Most of the people of Daxia are ordinary people with such black hearts, and Xu Jiande is just one of them.

Little did they know, this was precisely what Xu Jiande had done on purpose.

Xu Jiande hopes that Aji will think he is not a good person.

Good people will be remembered, but a greedy, ruthless, and petty rice shop owner is not like a passionate patriot.

From a certain perspective, Aji is in the fifth layer, while Xu Jiande is in the atmosphere.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and Xu Jiande picked up the ledger on the counter and flipped through it.

Xu Jiande flipped through the ledger page by page, his finger tracing the numbers as he muttered to himself, calculating the total.

Only at this moment did Xu Jiande act like a real boss.

He was neither the killing god who stabbed Japanese soldiers in the throat with a bayonet on the battlefield of Lugou Bridge, nor the demonic cultivator who stunned four plainclothes officers with a loud roar in Touhutong.

He was just an ordinary rice shop owner.

A nineteen-year-old young boss.