This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 75: We also have playing musical instruments and singing.

There's not much to say, especially since it didn't trigger any uncontrollable events.

I won't go into detail about the Taoist Xiyi and the Taoist Yin Yang.

"By the way, fellow Daoists, did we make a profit or a loss?"

The Taoist priest suddenly remembered that he had bought six tools for two taels of silver. Was he making a profit or a loss?

"This?" Kunwu Daoist was taken aback. "Don't ask me, I'm uneducated. Ask Fellow Daoist Xiyi."

Yin Yang thought it made a lot of sense.

Then he looked at Xi Yi.

Xi Yi: ? ? ?

After a long pause, Xi Yi said, "To be honest, my fellow Daoists... culture and mathematics are two different things."

"What do you mean by two or three codes? Regardless of whether there are codes or not, just tell me whether we made a profit or a loss."

The Taoist priest said I was illiterate.

Just tell me whether you made a profit or a loss.

After all, this is my first time doing business, and I want to know if I've made a profit.

"They probably made a profit." Xi Yi didn't understand either.

"Haha, it's good that you made money, it's good that you made money. This way, I can give Fellow Daoist Kunpeng an explanation."

The Yin-Yang Taoist was very happy.

Xi Yi Dao Ren, however, was not happy. He felt that he had never read enough when he needed to use his knowledge, and that he still needed to study.

Otherwise, I would be unworthy of my title as the greatest cultural figure in the primordial world.

More importantly, it is necessary to find out how many strings of cash one tael of silver can be exchanged for.

Coincidentally, I happened to see a charming man with a big smile on his face, bending over, and carrying what looked like a tortoise shell on his back.

Standing not far away, he was smiling at them.

Upon seeing this man, he was reminded of his fellow Daoist, Yangmei, who was lying on a plank.

In terms of allure, it seems even Fellow Daoist Yangmei can surpass this one.

However, he still felt a sense of familiarity. Looking at this person was like seeing Fellow Daoist Yangmei.

I wonder if Fellow Daoist Yangmei has woken up yet?

"Come here!"

Xi Yi waved at the man.

"Oh, esteemed gentlemen, how may I do you need your assistance?"

He's just like a turtle.

She approached Xi Yi with a charming and ingratiating manner.

"Tell me, how many strings of cash can you exchange one tael of silver for?" Xi Yi asked.

The pimp, with his bizarre manner, was taken aback at first, then said, "Naturally, it's one tael of silver and six strings of cash?"

"Six strings of cash, six strings of cash... How do you calculate that again?" Xi Yi tried to figure it out, but couldn't understand it.

"Let me ask you again, assuming one item costs four strings of cash, how many taels of silver would six items cost?" Xi Yi decided not to make things difficult for himself and would ask anyway.

At worst, after asking the question, let the pimp forget about himself.

"One item costs four strings of cash, so six items would cost twenty-four strings of cash, which is four taels of silver."

The pimp said in a bizarre manner.

"Four ounces?" Xi Yi was surprised. That much?

They paid two taels, so four minus two still equals two.

Doesn't that mean I got two taels for free, and two taels can buy six items, so doesn't that mean I made four taels in profit...?

So how many tools did we actually acquire?

"..." Xi Yi was confused again.

"Not bad, not bad, you can even do accounts, that's very good."

Not wanting to make things difficult for himself, he found the strange creature in front of him rather amusing and asked, "You're so good at accounting, what kind of business do you run?"

"Sir!" the pimp whispered, "We're in the business of prostitution."

"The flesh trade?" Xi Yi felt it was too vulgar.

However, it's understandable, as all the bizarre things in this tomb city are pieced together.

It seems there's a good market for prostitution.

"It's tacky, a bit tacky," Xi Yi said.

"If you want something elegant, we can make it elegant too," the pimp said meaningfully.

"How so?" Xi Yi asked, intrigued.

"We're also proficient in playing musical instruments and singing," the pimp thought to himself. "So this Taoist priest really enjoys these things."

It's okay, we can be satisfied with that.

"Oh?" Xi Yi's interest grew even stronger.

"We also know the arts of playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but they're a bit pricey," the pimp added.

"You also know the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting?" Xi Yi was completely intrigued.

To be honest, he was also planning to buy some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones; civilization is what's truly precious.

He planned to buy some and write a history of the prehistoric era.

How can a civilization be without history?

"Yes, we have them all. Sir, would you like them?" the pimp asked.

"Alright!" Master Xiyi agreed.

He turned to Kunwu and Yin Yangdao and said, "Fellow Daoists, we've found a place where we can buy civilization."

"Civilization can be bought?" The Yin-Yang Taoist was taken aback.

Both Fellow Daoist Xiyi and Fellow Daoist Kunpeng have mentioned the importance of civilization.

To say that a world without civilization is a wasteland.

However, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng means that civilization needs to be forged by ourselves, and our journey is a history of civilization.

What Fellow Daoist Xiyi meant was: Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is right, but civilization can also be other things, such as the tools one carries on one's shoulders, which is also a form of civilization.

That's what he said.

Xi Yi thought of the strange stories told by the pimp: playing musical instruments, singing, playing the zither, playing chess, calligraphy, and painting.

He added, "I don't understand other things, but the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting in the Heavenly Dao tradition are a kind of civilization, a culmination of all things. Why don't we go and take a look? If we don't like them, we won't sell them to you."

"Good!" Kunwu agreed.

"We can go and take a look!" The Yin-Yang Taoist was also persuaded.

Although the pimp is eccentric, he can read people's expressions.

The three gentlemen, in particular, looked exceptionally pleased.

Unlike other customers, they sometimes can't read each other's expressions at all.

Because some of them don't have faces.

Even if they have faces, most of them are missing noses and eyes, and don't look good.

Especially the notorious john Lai San, who only has one hand left, always uses his hand, which the girls don't really like.

These three look quite well.

His body appears to be healthy enough not to need to use his hands.

They are definitely three excellent old men.

"Gentlemen... oh no, look at my mouth." The pimp quickly slapped himself, nearly knocking off his nose, then corrected himself, "Gentlemen, this way please."

"This thing, how about I carry it for you? After all..." It glanced at the most elegant Xi Yi Daoist, and said, "It's not very elegant!"

As he spoke, he reached out to take the iron shovel and pickaxe that the three of them were looking at.

It was disappointed.

"No need, we can carry it ourselves," said Master Xiyi, waving his hand.

He hadn't forgotten this point: although there seemed to be rules everywhere here, there were actually no rules at all.

What happens after this bizarre pimp gets his iron paddle and eats it?

That's two taels of silver! If you include the profit, it's two taels of silver and six tools!

The numbers are too large to calculate.

"Alright, alright, you're in charge, Master Dao." The pimp didn't insist any further.

A sudden surge of tension filled my heart. Could they be three perverts?

Even worse than Lai San.

Lai San was at most using his hands, but these three fellow Daoists were carrying iron shovels. What were they going to do?

Oh no, am I going to be eaten by the girls in the building?

It wiped away its sweat, accidentally wiping its eyeball out, then quickly pressed it back in.

……

"Oh ho ho, how strange, a Taoist priest going to a brothel?"

"Yes, they even brought iron shovels. Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual."

"I heard a group of cannibalistic Taoist priests have arrived. Could these three be among them?"

"It looks like it!"

As they entered the brothel, the strange looks from the other customers immediately drew their attention to the three of them.

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