Counting it up, using the Refining Yuan Qi Pill to buy magic weapons and then extracting the Yuan Qi to improve this method is indeed a bit of a loss. He thought of a relatively simple way www.biquge.info he thought of a relatively simple method, which was to collect those magic weapon wastes, and then inject vitality to restore the function of the magic weapons before putting them up for auction, so that he could earn money to buy other similar magic weapons. Because injecting the vitality into the magic weapon will be simpler, easier and less than he pumping out the vitality in the magic weapon.

Of course, there is another one that can be implemented simultaneously, that is, after buying a magic weapon, extracting the vitality in it and injecting the vitality, and then selling it, this is equivalent to earning double vitality for a magic weapon.

Because there is only one auction house in Xuanzhou, and the auction house has a rule, that is, the people who start the auction house cannot participate in the bidding by themselves, nor can they entrust their own people to participate in the bidding. Failure to do so would be a great damage to the reputation of the auction house.

Therefore, Yang Xianmao decided to go to other places to participate in the auction and buy magic artifacts to carry out his plan.

Last time, he ate 17,000 taels of silver from the Han family, plus after he refined and upgraded the level of the pill and sold it, and organized several auctions, he sold a large amount of silver, which was enough to build the entire mansion.

Of course, this work was handed over to his father Yang Mingde, and it was built according to the original house plan. He also deliberately modified the layout of the house according to his hobby of fishing, and specially built a bay of lake, and connected the tributaries of the Qingshui River in the city, so that the lake water was kept clear, with fish and shrimp.

When Demoiselle found out, his usually plain and wrinkled face finally smiled.

After the arrangements were made, Yang Xianmao came up with the idea of going out to travel.

Wen Xin asked him where he was going? Yang Xianmao said that he was going to Qiantang Mansion.

Qiantang Mansion, the former capital of Wu Yueguo.

Wen Xin pondered for a moment, looked up at him, and said, "Can you take me there?" ”

Wen Xin is the former princess of Wu Yueguo, who grew up in Qiantang Mansion, after Wu Yueguo surrendered, he left the capital, wandered, and finally settled in Yang Xianmao's house.

The reason why Yang Xianmao chose Qiantang Mansion as the target is because Qiantang Mansion is one of the best metropolises in the entire Song Dynasty, there must be a big auction house, and Yang Xianmao has been there for ten years and is very familiar with that city. There, there is a feeling of a second hometown, and at the same time, it is not too far from Xuanzhou, if there is any emergency, you can rush home in time.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xin was moved by homesickness and offered to go with him, of course Yang Xianmao had no way to refuse, and he was also willing to return to his hometown with this sad and beautiful princess.

Now, Yang Xianmao's family had money, and the family bought a carriage and hired a trustworthy coachman, while Yang Xianmao rode his Chiyang donkey to Qiantang Mansion.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful all the way, and the further she goes, the more gloomy Wen Xin's mood becomes, but she always deliberately keeps herself from showing this sadness. He didn't want people to feel her pain, let alone see the sympathetic eyes of others.

In the days when Wen Xin was in the Yang family, in addition to going downstairs to eat three meals a day, the rest of the time was spent writing, painting, and reading in her boudoir on the second floor. Because her identity has been kept highly secret, no one knows about it, so there are no visitors.

In these days, she is like a bird locked in a cage, although she has no worries about food and clothing, but she is self-confined, and now she can travel with Yang Xianmao, as if returning to the world of freedom, feeling a sense of relief from the heart, however, this feeling has been diluted by a strong nostalgia.

Yang Xianmao saw her looking at the green mountains outside the window, her eyes showing sadness, so she always found something to distract her attention, but often he said ten or eight sentences, and Wen Xin didn't reply a word.

On this day, the two finally came to Qiantang Mansion.

When the carriage entered the city gate, Wen Xin got out of the carriage and wanted to walk by herself. So Yang Xianmao asked the coachman to lead the horse and follow slowly, while he got off the donkey, tied the Chiyang donkey to the back of the carriage and followed, and he walked along the neat and wide street with Wen Xin.

It's late autumn and the leaves are starting to fall. The current Qiantang Mansion is no longer the capital, and of course it has not received special care like when Wu Yueguo was in power, when someone carefully cleaned the streets to keep the entire imperial city majestic. And the current Qiantang Mansion is just an ordinary city in the Great Song Dynasty. Without its privileges, it is like the dead leaves and fallen flowers on the trees, withering in the streets, and no one picks them up.

The two of them were walking on the street full of fallen leaves in the already cold autumn wind, and the pedestrians who came and went from time to time held hands in a hurry.

There were more beggars and refugees on the streets than before, and their lips were black and shivering in the cold autumn wind. Poor eyes looked at the pedestrians passing in the street.

If in the past, when Wen Xin went to the street, she would not have set her noble eyes on these people. In fact, when she was a princess at the beginning, the streets were emptied of the streets on the few trips out of the city, and the Imperial Guards were on guard along the streets, and these beggars had already been driven away and disappeared, so it was difficult for her to pay attention to them. And now, all this privilege and glory was gone, and his eyes were freed to observe anything that interested him.

On the way to Qiantang Mansion, Wen Xin was still very sad, but after arriving in the capital, this sadness was much lighter, maybe in it, this nostalgia was a little lighter.

Wen Xin stopped in front of a rouge gouache shop and stared at it in a daze.

The shopkeeper stepped forward to greet her, but she ignored it, just looked at the store in a daze, and after a while, she sighed lightly and continued to walk forward.

Yang Xianmao followed him, listening to him as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was talking to Yang Xianmao: "In the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, I went to the prince's house with my mother for a banquet. Although the rouge gouache here is not as good as the one in the palace, it is the feeling of going to the street to buy things by yourself. Looking back now, the past is still vivid. ”

Yang Xianmao didn't answer, he also knew that he didn't need to answer at this time, he just needed to be a good listener.

After passing by a jelly shop, Wen Xin stood up again, and seemed to be talking to herself: "The jelly here is particularly delicious." One summer, I accompanied my mother and followed my father out hunting, but on the way, I took a personal palace maid, dressed as a man, and ran into the city to find food, which was eaten at this cold powder shop. This jelly is good to eat in the hot summer, but now that it's late autumn, maybe it doesn't feel that way. ”

Yang Xianmao saw that she was sad, so she smiled and said, "Maybe eating it in late autumn will have another taste." I've heard that some people deliberately buy watermelons from the south to eat them in winter, and it feels strange to eat them in the snow and ice. There are also some people who, in the summer, are sweating around the stove and eating hot pot, which is also very happy. ”

Wen Xin couldn't help but feel a little moved when she heard him say this, and said, "Do you mean that even if it's cold now, we can still eat cold noodles?"

Yang Xianmao pointed to a few people sitting in the shop who were eating cold noodles and said, "Look at them to know if it's delicious." ”

Wen Xin turned her head to look, and sure enough, she saw a few people eating with a sigh, and it seemed that the aftertaste was endless, and she couldn't help but be even more moved, and said, "I haven't eaten cold powder on such a cold day, why don't we try it?"

Yang Xianmao nodded, and the two of them stepped into the cold powder shop. This jelly shop is a mom-and-pop shop, and there is no man, the woman just runs the hall, and comes over with a smile and beckons the two to sit down.

Several people sitting in the cold powder shop were shocked by the otherworldly innocence of Wen Xin, who was dressed in white like snow, and peeked at him from time to time, and talked in a low voice, with a look full of admiration.

Yang Xianmao ordered two bowls of cold noodles, and then ate them with Wen Xin.

Wen Xin took a sip first, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she seemed to be unable to adapt to eating cold noodles on such a cold day for a while. However, a gentle smile broke into the corners of her mouth.

Scooped another spoonful and put it in his mouth, his beautiful eyes closed slightly, and he slowly tasted it. Yang Xianmao knew that she had begun to feel this alternative food feeling, so she smiled and asked in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

"It feels weird. However, it was not delicious at first, but after a few bites, it felt very fresh and delicious as always. ”

The two were eating happily, and they heard each other come in, and said with a smile: "This guest officer, do you need calligraphy and painting?"

Yang Xianmao saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old scholar with a few scrolls under his arm, holding a scroll in his hand, and said to him with a red face. And there was another scholar behind him, who was also holding a few scrolls and looking at him with a smile. It's just that the scholar is older, about thirty years old.

Yang Xianmao himself has no interest in calligraphy and painting, but Wen Xin is very good at this, and now Wen Xin seems to be a little sad after returning to Qiantang, so he wants to distract his attention and find something to distract him, so he beckoned and said, "Okay, bring it to me and take a look." ”

When the scholar heard this, he quickly handed over the scroll in his hand and looked at him with a blushing face.

Yang Xianmao unfolded the scroll, but it was a word, and it was a poem. The poem says:

The young man was detained, and he couldn't enter the smoke night.

The river building is thousands of miles away, and the snow house is a niche lamp.

Far faith relies on the side goose, and the lonely chant sends Yue monk.

The ashes of the furnace sit sadly, and the inkstone is half into ice.

Yang Xianmao didn't have a deeper impression of calligraphy, but the melancholy of living in a foreign country shown in this poem made him feel emotional, and when he saw that the scholar was dressed plainly, but not how luxurious, he smiled and asked: "You wrote this poem?"

"It's the graffiti work, is Brother Tai willing to buy it?"

Yang Xianmao asked him curiously: "Look, your clothes are not simple, you shouldn't be a poor person, why do you want to sell words for a living?"

The young scholar's face turned red suddenly, and he snatched the scroll and said, "If you want to buy it, buy it, don't ask more!"

From the time he came in, until he was angry and wanted to leave, Wen Xin kept his head down and ate the cold powder shop, not looking at him for half an eye, but seeing that he was angry and holding the scroll to leave, his heart suddenly moved, thinking that this scholar was a little arrogant, maybe he was really forced by the situation, so he was forced to sell words, just like when he painted and sold in order to thank Yang Xianmao for saving his life, a feeling of sympathy arose in his heart. So, he put down the spoon in his hand and said, "Come back! I want to buy this painting of yours." ”