The first rays of sunlight shine on the sparsely populated Longshang Street. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At this time, the market has not yet opened, and only three or two loaders are squeaking and sweating, sending goods to the back doors of each house.

Qingge and Ping'er were holding a big hot bun in their hands, and now they were reading a notice in front of a closed shop.

"Master, what is written on this?"

"This store collects ancient solitary books at a high price." Qingge said excitedly.

"You're trying to sell him the books from the study?" Ping'er asked.

Qingge said lightly: "Those books are neither ancient books nor unique books, even if they do, Rong Che will definitely not let me sell them." We're going to figure it out for ourselves. If you can find a few books from 30 years ago, you can sell them for a good price. ”

In fact, Qingge had already noticed this notice when he was wandering around yesterday, so he looked for it again today. In her previous life, she also loved to collect ancient books, and her eyesight was good, and she found several unique books in the Ming and Qing dynasties. This is familiar to her.

After eating the last bite of the bun, he clapped his hands, "Let's get started." ”

Qingge first led Ping'er to the "study" for a turn, after all, it was the first day of partnership. She wants to make a good impression on her partners.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was surprised to find that Rong Che had opened the door and was cleaning the bookshelves inside and out.

"Rong shopkeeper, it's really early." Qingge showed eight teeth and smiled brightly.

"Early." Rong Che nodded and smiled.

Qingge found a brand new ledger and carefully planned the accounting format.

No one spoke for a while, and they were busy with each other. The sun slowly climbed up the counter, climbed up the account book of Qingge, she was a little dazzling by the sun, raised her head, saw the busy figure in the golden sunshine, and suddenly felt that such a peaceful life was very good.

Qingge finished the account book and lay on the counter, her two watery black eyes staring at Rong Che tightly, revealing a puppy-like expression, wishing to grow a tail and come out.

"You...... Something? Rong Che was slightly stunned, and the movements in his hands stopped.

Ping'er floated by silently, he knew what the princess was going to do again. But this trick works for everyone.

"I looked at your old ledger, and it was a bit of a mess." It's not just a bit messy, it's just unbearable to look at it directly.

"Hmm." The roots of his ears turned red again.

"So I think we can use a new way of keeping accounts." Qingge spread out the account book he had just made in front of him and looked at him expectantly.

Rong Che lowered his head and looked at the ledger meekly.

"I can teach you how to remember." Qingge looked at him with a serious face and said softly.

For a moment, "This ledger is good, but I think it could be improved." He picked up the pen, wrote and painted in a chic way, changed a few more items, and handed it to Qingge.

Qingge was stunned for a moment, this is more concise and clear than his own design. Suddenly his face was hot.

"That's it, right?"

"Okay." Qingge nodded, a trace of doubt rising in her heart. Obviously bright-minded, why didn't you keep accounts like this before?

Ping'er sighed on the side, the princess's trick is really tried and tested, and no man can resist the charm of the princess. Wait a minute! The princess is wearing men's clothes now, so is that okay?

This small street was originally not as lively as the main street of dragon merchants, and there were no customers coming to the door for a while. Qingge finished his business and was ready to head towards the first pot of gold.

She and Ping'er both changed into old-colored gray cloth robes, losing a bit of nobility, more like an ordinary foot merchant.

"I'm going to make a deal." She explained to Rong Che.

Rong Che didn't ask much, only nodded at her, "Go early and come back early, if you encounter any problems, let Ping'er come back to me." ”

Qingge nodded, her heart warm as spring water.

As everyone knows, she walked out with her front foot, and Rong Che closed the door of the store with her back foot and followed.

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Lanting Mansion - the gathering place of the powerful in the capital, cold and majestic. It is said that throwing a brick here at will will hit a high-ranking official of at least five grades. Qingge and Ping'er are not going here, but the square street across the river. Sifang Street is closely attached to the Lanting Mansion. There are all kinds of idle people who rely on Lanting Mansion to eat, forming the most complex slum in the capital.

"Master, why did we come to such a place?" Ping'er couldn't help frowning when she looked at the scene in front of her.

It's a gray world, it hasn't rained lately, but for some reason the ground is covered with clammy black mud, and people are dressed in dark and shabby clothes, and their eyes are as dark and weak as their clothes.

Although Qingge and Ping'er deliberately changed their old clothes when they came, the cold temperament still seemed very abrupt here. From the moment they stepped into this inappropriate street, a pair of eyes had been secretly watching them.

Carrying a small cloth bag on her back, Qingge began to search for grocery stalls on the side of the road. The grocery stall is a shabby red cloth spread on the ground, and on the red cloth are placed all kinds of daily necessities, which are all old goods discarded by the owner from the Lan Ting Mansion across the river.

asked a few, and Qingge really had a harvest. A set of "Tianyun River Map" in the Mingde period. This is a painting by a monk who has passed away, telling 20 short stories of Buddhism. Although it is not a masterpiece, there are some years that are very attractive to lovers of Buddhist scriptures.

Qingge asked about the price, which was so cute that it made her staggered. It's no wonder that people here only have a strong interest in the necessities of life and show-offs, and it is difficult to understand such a niche and money-burning hobby.

Successfully pocketed this set of books, Qingge felt that today's luck was really good.

Just as she was thinking about the twenty times the profit she could make from this handover, a dirty figure rushed from the corner of the street and went straight to Qingge. Before Ping'er could react, Qingge was already entangled in death.

"Bold! If you dare to attack my master, don't kill you. Ping'er roared fiercely.

"Uncle, uncle is good, reward me with some money, please reward me with some money." The little boy knelt on the ground and hugged Qingge's legs, and shouted with his dirty little face.

"Go, go! Go aside! Ping'er habitually scolded that such little beggars are everywhere, and they are no longer strange.

"Ping'er, give him some money." Qingge said indifferently.

"Take it, let's go." Ping'er shoved a few copper plates into his hand.

The little beggar didn't let go of the copper plate, laughed a few times with "hehe", suddenly fell to the ground, rolled his eyes, and began to roll on the ground with "ouch, ouch, ouch".

"Uncle, if you don't give money, don't give it, how can you beat someone!" The little beggar said aggrievedly as he lay on the ground holding his stomach.

Singing lightly, this is a touch of porcelain. What's worse is that the people around them have long been hostile to people like them, who are neatly dressed and decent, and when they are called by the little beggar, they all surround them, and their faces are ready for battle.

"You, slandering a good person, we obviously gave you a copper plate, how can you take revenge!" Ping'er pointed at him and screamed.

Someone was already whispering, "Shemale? "Dead eunuch!"

Where did Ping'er receive such an insult beside the princess, and her face suddenly turned red.

More and more people gathered, some of them came to seek justice for the little beggar, and more people came to see "what the eunuch looked like". Qingge and Ping'er are surrounded like ornamental animals.