Wang Shouzhe had only been trying it out.
Being addicted to gambling stones was certainly wrong, but if Wang Lici truly possessed some strange, inexplicable talent, then using that talent to pick up overlooked treasures might just become an unexpected source of supplementary resources for the family.
It really resembled those Golden Pupil-type novels he had read in his previous life.
The Wang Clan was too poor. So poor that Ancestor Longyan had sold her personal Spirit Artifact, the Turtle Scale Treasure Shield, just to scrape together a batch of resources. Especially those third-grade spirit pills, the Creation Pills—they were truly exorbitant, costing a full thousand Qian Gold each.
It seemed Alchemists were the most profitable profession in this world.
However, if an Alchemist wanted to achieve anything, the requirements for talent were extremely high. Moreover, training an Alchemist required astronomical early investment; one careless misstep could leave a family bankrupt.
But if a family wanted to develop significantly, cultivating Alchemists was unavoidable.
Enough idle chatter for now.
Wang Shouzhe and Ancestor Longyan once again entered cultivation mode.
By evening, when Wang Shouzhe rose from meditation, Wang Lici and the family guards had returned. This time, they had not brought back three gambling stones, but one stone the size of a football.
"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle! There was nothing tasty in the other little stones. Only this big one had something tasty inside." Wang Lici held out the large stone as though claiming credit.
What a complete jumble of words.
"Clan Leader," Wang Zhong explained from the side, "we accompanied Miss Lici around for half the day. She only chose this one. After bargaining, it cost forty-five Qian Gold. Wang Yong and I each put in fifteen Qian Gold."
"You have all worked hard." Wang Shouzhe returned the Qian Gold