- Wang Chi was just quite skeptical that this person would come here to eat at the best time to chop wood.

Perhaps not only the people of Kyoto, but also those who had been planning to murder the monarch were all blinded. Although Wang Chi is now living a pampered life, his mind has not changed much from when he was in the field and dry sands in armor and horses, and his hard skills are also more exquisite than in the past.

One of his two most trusted best friends, now that his personal martial arts have reached the realm of Tianyue, but he has never left his side in Kyoto, it is impossible for him not to be affected and helped. This kind of help is from the inside out, so he dares and is confident that he will hand over the power of Kyoto to this friend, and he usually has practiced with this friend in a quiet courtyard somewhere in the Imperial Garden.

Wang Chi's personal guards, belonging to the masters, almost all of them have been trained by Li Gai, the main work of this group of martial guards every day is to exercise their own martial arts, even if the talent is not as bizarre as Li Gai, almost divine martial arts, it is also a diligent word, they are a group of strong people in the martial arts.

In comparison, Wang Chi does not have so much time to practice martial arts, he is distracted by the major events of the country, which is the most important thing, and he can't get around it, but this does not mean that he is completely abandoned in the study of martial arts.

As the sovereign of a country, Wang Chi has the fastest and best resources on the path of martial arts—or many schools—as long as he wants to get involved. Therefore, even if the experience of fighting and the time for practice are limited, in fact, his martial arts attainments are not much worse than the two masters around him.

Sometimes he doesn't make a move, not because he doesn't have the ability to do it, but because he already has enough people to do it for him, so he doesn't have to show himself in everything. But he didn't slack off his training because someone helped, just like the unkempt woodcutter just now hurried out of the door, and the two big inner masters who were accompanying him were already aware of it. And although he didn't reveal anything, he was really like Spiegel in his heart, and he could feel the difference between the unkempt woodcutter and ordinary people when he landed like the guards around him.

So after watching the woodcutter go. He wanted to stay for a while longer with the singer girl who seemed to be about to leave, so that he could see what was going on.

"If only I were the only one listening to your music. Would you still like to sing? Just when there were still two diners left in the hall and were hesitating whether to leave, Wang Chi suddenly spoke.

As soon as Wang Chi's words came out, the two diners' floating minds calmed down a little, and they also wanted to see what was going on. And the shopkeeper with an empty expression wiping the bowl on the counter in the small shop, and the two guys in the corner who were bored and repeatedly wiping the empty table, also paused for their work and looked this way.

"But ......" The singing girl looked at Wang Chi carefully, as if she was assessing his family identity. And how he is feeling at the moment. After a while, the hesitation in her tone gradually faded a little, "The little woman can't tell any of the music cards that this master just ordered." Perhaps, as a few officials said just now, the little woman can only sing a few crude and sad ballads, even so, is this old man willing to listen to it and reward money? ”

This woman is extraordinary, every word she says at this time makes things very tight, and she sings and asks for money clearly. But there are not many traces of begging and begging and being humble in his tone.

Wang Chi's eyes moved, and he said with a slight smile: "I have actually said it just now, and the beautiful words are crispy and greasy. It's a beat when you listen to it a lot, and it's also interesting to occasionally hear some sounds that can't be cultivated by the water and soil of Kyoto. Originally, the reason why I picked out the four famous songs of Kyoto for you to sing was actually to follow the wishes of the people first, but since you can't sing them, you can only do what I want. At this moment, no matter how unhappy others are, they will not take advantage of it. ”

There was a glimmer of brightness in the singer's eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw the owner of this wonton restaurant come over. The shopkeeper had been standing quietly at the counter, wiping the plate repeatedly with a dry rag in the same position. Even though the store was still noisy just now, he didn't say a word. Don't even bother to look at this side. At this time, the diners in the restaurant were almost gone, and he put aside his work. Walked out of the counter and sat down beside Wang Chi.

"After standing for a long time, the villain wants to borrow a table to rest, this guest officer, you won't mind, right?" The middle-aged shopkeeper of medium stature did not say this respectfully until he sat down firmly in his chair. At the same time, he glanced at the two young men dressed as domestic servants beside Wang Chi, and his gaze swept over their slightly curled fingers at their sides.

Wang Chi's two attendants were well-trained, so of course they would not act rashly, but when they saw someone approaching Wang Chi's side at a certain distance, their guard would naturally improve.

Although most of the shops that do neighborhood business have a good temper at a glance, they are not necessarily bullied, because the customer source model is relatively fixed, so it is easy to form a natural protective barrier, and it is less likely to be smashed.

The shopkeeper's respectful words contained the behavior of the shopkeeper, Wang Chi was already faintly aware of a problem, and only responded with a smile: "The whole shop belongs to the shopkeeper, of course you can sit casually, and no one has the right to interfere." ”

"Although this small shop is a villain, the villain is using this shop to solicit business to make a living, and he must follow some rules for soliciting business before closing." The middle-aged shopkeeper calls himself a villain, but the meaning of his words is not small, "The business of the small shop is cold, and the purpose of allowing a singer to sing in the venue is also to attract business, and the girl's singing voice is indeed acceptable to these old customers in the store." But the girl in front of her ...... If the guest officer must let her sing, and sing some sad and desolate sounds, I am afraid that it will not be good for the business of the small shop. ”

The meaning is very clear, and even the shopkeeper has come forward to drive people out.

Wang Chi understood the attitude of the shopkeeper, businessmen all said that it was the most important thing to attract wealth, but he was not just for the simple purpose of listening to music at the moment, so although he knew that this was a bit compulsive, he would not change his mind lightly.

"People who come from a land of bitter cold and frustration may not only have a miserable tone." Wang Chi looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper sitting next to him, with a smile on his face, and his thoughts were not revealed at all, "Actually, I just want to listen to the local sound, and I hope that the store will be convenient." ”

That's all he said. Without waiting for the middle-aged shopkeeper to reply, Wang Chi had already started talking to the singing girl, but changed to Beijing dialect. Speaks with a pure western Sichuan accent. The singing girl replied with the same western Sichuan accent, and spoke as fluently as she had been in the previous moment. The people of Kyoto can't hear clearly.

Ruan Luo had a vague impression of the western Sichuan accent, and only vaguely understood a few broken words such as "people's feelings", "landform" and "random", and the doubts on his face were even worse.

After a few short conversations, Wang Chi stopped talking, and the singing girl looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper, and when she spoke again, her voice had already returned to the Kyoto tone: "This old man only asked the little woman to sing some scenes of western Sichuan, I don't know if the shopkeeper can allow it?" ”

For the singer as a respectful inquiry. The middle-aged shopkeeper didn't speak immediately, but first looked at Wang Chi with a calm gaze, as if he was worried.

Perhaps this patron who visited the shop for the first time and looked very unfamiliar with his face really just happened to be a fellow villager and wanted to fulfill a hometown wish. Kyoto is thousands of miles away from western Sichuan, and it is not easy for people who are far away to go back.

Although the singer herself said it before. Knowing the accent of a certain place may not confirm the person's origin, but others are courteous. If you want to take this matter too seriously, I'm afraid you will really offend people. And if you look closely at the dress and bearing of this guest, maybe he is really a character who is not easy to offend.

This year's spring shipping is about to begin, and Kyoto will come in as usual some foreign businessmen, even if you can't make friends with each other, don't make enemies lightly.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged shopkeeper's face softened a little more than when he just sat down, and he nodded slightly towards Wang Chi. Then he turned his head to look at the singing girl, and said slowly, "Anyway, you don't come often." Once or twice, it's nothing. You sing it. ”

"Only take the local accent." Wang Chi spoke at this time, his tone was more like an exhortation, and his accent was also restored to Beijing.

"Good man, you asked the little girl to sing the few words that came casually when she passed by just now, but that kind of singing is made up and sung, sometimes it can be made up by the mouth, and sometimes it is made up at random. If I don't sing well later, don't blame me. Seeing that the shopkeeper had also relented, the singer's unstable feelings just now had completely calmed down at this time, and a smile had already appeared on her thin cheeks, which were not too healthy.

It seems that her business today is set on Wang Chi, and even her title has changed without warning.

"Just sing about what's really going on over there. You grew up there, and it shouldn't be hard to do that. Facing the smile of the singing girl in this direction, Wang Chi's face was a little calmer than at the beginning, "Although you call me a 'good man', but I may not be so good, if you are not singing the countryside of western Sichuan, or the hometown of western Sichuan you just mentioned, it is also made up in order to seek pity, and there is no reward for the 'good man' here." ”

As soon as Wang Chi's words fell, one of the people present immediately coaxed: "The girl from western Sichuan, why don't you leave him alone, just call me a few 'good man', call me well, and I will also give you a reward!" ”

The man's words came and went quickly, and when he reached the last few words, he obviously grasped a subtle intonation, so that the meaning that was not explained was naturally exposed.

Ruan Luo, who was pinching the porcelain spoon and hesitating to eat another bite of the wonton, suddenly put down his hand, and the handle of the porcelain spoon suddenly lost its strength and hit the edge of the coarse porcelain bowl.

"Ah Ping..."Ruan Luo said the two words after putting down the bowl and lowering his hand, not to instruct the disrespectful speaker for the singing girl, but just to stop a bodyguard beside him who couldn't hold back his temper, "Take a piece out." ”

"Huh?" The bodyguard named Ah Ping was stunned, and after a while, he finally came back to his senses, and with a very slow movement, he reluctantly unfolded his right hand that had just been clenched into a fist, reached into the inside of the leather belt around his waist, pulled out a yellow leaf, and handed it to Ruan Luo.

When Ruan Luo needed to go out for a walk, except for a seal and an empty silver ticket book that could "write" the silver at any time, most of the other things were placed on the two bodyguards, including the gold leaf of "one or two thousand texts".

These were originally Ruan Luo's things, he wanted to take them, and Ah Ping, who was temporarily in charge of safekeeping, only needed to take them out. But even when he usually talks about business, Ruan Luo mostly uses silver ticket books to pay for silver, and there are still very few places where gold leaves will be used. At this time, Ah Ping could vaguely see that his son-in-law was going to reward this singing girl with a piece of gold leaf. How does this work?

When he withdrew his hand, although Ah Ping relied on his martial arts body, his hands and feet were steady. The concentration is resolute, so I didn't tremble because of surprise. But he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"This is a gold leaf that is smelted and pressed with eighty percent gold and two percent copper, and the petiole is printed with the inscription 'Yunxia Qianzhuang', which can be exchanged into silver or copper strings at any time without any formalities." When Ruan Luo said this, he paused slightly, put the gold leaf on the table, pushed forward a palm distance, and then continued: "I don't understand the western Sichuan dialect, you can sing a song with a Kyoto accent." This leaf will be given to you as a piece of music. ”

When the golden leaf was lightly rested on the table by Ruan Luo, the shopkeeper who was sitting on the edge of the table in the corner next to Wang Chi just glanced at it, and his expression was stunned. Ruan Luo didn't introduce it carefully, outsiders may not know the value of this leaf, but although the owner of this wonton restaurant is doing a small business, he has more than ten years of experience, and he can be regarded as a familiar hand in the business, how can he not have this eyesight.

Generally speaking, among the large currencies in the market, the most used are silver ingots. But there are some goods that are bought somewhere between high and low, and paying for them with gold ingots will exceed their value. It required an additional exchange procedure, and it would be cumbersome to pay with silver ingots, so the special currency of gold leaf was born.

In addition, because of its beautiful and delicate appearance, and has more than ten times the strong purchasing power equivalent to the same weight of silver ingots, but it is easier than silver ingots, so it is generally a common currency used by the daughters of the Houmen clan.

But this kind of currency is refreshing to use and in line with the identity face, because its refining process is more troublesome. Therefore, when redeeming huàn, you need to pay a certain rebate fee. It's just that there are always exceptions to everything. Among the officially licensed gold leaves issued by the three houses in Kyoto, the gold leaves with the inscription "Yunxia Qianzhuang" can be exchanged for huàn.

Pursue it to the end. Or because "Yunxia Qianzhuang" is said to be a royal property.

According to this theory, although they "lived" in Kyoto and were close to each other, no one in the emperor's family has ever come forward to confirm this. However, all along, the rebates for gold and silver exchanged by the "Yunxia Money" have been the lowest, and even under certain environmental disturbances, special exemptions can be made - perhaps only the royal privilege can do this.

The handle of the gold leaf is short and narrow, and the word "Xia" on the top is deliberately wrongly separated, and it is printed into the word "mountain, clip", which is a means of engraving in the world today and is a top craft, which is extremely difficult to imitate. When the owner of the wonton restaurant took his eyes off the two words on the handle of the gold leaf, he suddenly felt as if he was sitting on a needle felt, and the confidence that he wanted to drive people away just now had disappeared.

The value of such a gold leaf is almost worth the net profit of this wonton restaurant for two months. I got up early and worked hard for two months, except for the cost of food and fire, and then took away the guys' wages at the end of the month, and the final income was easily pulled out by the two fingers of the young man in white in front of him, and sent a singer girl?!

With the rendering of this small incident, the middle-aged shopkeeper of the small shop took a breath to look at these two people, and suddenly felt that their background was probably more terrifying than the solidity of their family background.

The owner of the wonton restaurant had a clue in his head that was running rapidly, and he wanted to avoid the table with his head in a hurry, but he had no choice but to walk around, and he had already realized that although his temper was forbearant when he sat down just now, compared to his current situation, he actually pulled his face bigger. If he withdraws too violently now, it seems that he has lost a lot of face, and the result of his majesty is likely to be that in the future, there will be a group of people who pay credit to these old neighborhood customers......

The shopkeeper was hesitating, but the diner who was heathing just now couldn't hesitate, he had already got up silently at this time, put the food silver on the counter where the wine was stored on the clean plate, and went out lightly with a slight bow. He teased the singing girl just now, asking her to call herself "good man", but at this time, he didn't dare, and he couldn't sit down.

This "good man" is worth a gold leaf, it's really terrible! Rich people are bastards, I can't compare, and I don't want to be angry.

The shopkeeper took the opportunity to pick up the copper coins on the counter, and also removed from the table, returned to the counter and continued to wipe the plates.

On the table on Wang Chi's side, two people sat opposite each other.

The entire wonton restaurant was also quiet, and there was only one diner left.

This man was a man about Ruan Luo's age, but he didn't leave. He seemed more silent than the unkempt woodcutter before. However, the silence of this young man is not the same as that of the woodcutter with a poor net worth and humble status, but more like a habit of ignoring the qiē around him. So in the same way, it is easy to be ignored by the one around you. There is no him in the store. It's not much more influential than having an extra chair at the table.

Although the singing girl didn't seem to be able to tell the silver value of the gold leaf that Ruan Luo had taken out, she could at least feel that this golden and shiny leaf was extremely extraordinary, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Ruan Luo's gaze stayed on the face of the singing girl for a moment, but Wang Chi, who was sitting with him, swept his gaze to the old man Fuqin who was standing two steps behind the singing girl. But it seems that he is completely indifferent, living in a strange world that urgently needs silver and silver but does not envy the gold and silver in front of him.

Could it be that he was really blind, as it seems?

If he is blind, then it is natural to prove why the rhythm of his piano stroking for the singer seems so broken and difficult to condense.

But...... If this old man is really a blind man, then it can be shown that he is definitely a blind man with extraordinary martial arts.

At the beginning, when the old man Fuqin showed a slight trace of martial arts internal cultivation from the footsteps, Wang Chi never relaxed his observation of this person. When the old man Fuqin walked into this wonton restaurant, the singing girl did not prompt the way, but he could walk very steadily. He also knew that standing in a position where he was now would not affect the customer's access to the store from any angle.

This kind of behavior, for an old man who can't see, is not something that can be done by personal cultivation alone.

When Wang Chi's gaze moved away from the old man who was suspected of being blind. The singing girl who was so surprised by Ruan Luo's release of a golden leaf that she forgot her words for a while had also come back to her senses. However, in her eyes, there was an incredible, and somewhat unbelievable look, and what she said next expressed this attitude.

"Singing the small folk song of western Sichuan with a Kyoto accent is not too difficult for a little woman, on the other hand, the son is willing to give such a valuable reward, and the little woman deserves it, and such a clumsy little song is not worth the price. Even if the little girl gets the favor of the child. But because of this, I feel ashamed, and I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep at night in the future. Please also ask Childe to take it back. ”

The daughter of a poor family walks thousands of miles with her feet. After being baptized by how many white eyes and sarcasm, to this day can still have such a pure arrogance that is not greedy or hateful, although it is precious, but it is cruel to himself to be strong in the face of reality. With such a character, for a thin woman, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse?

Some people are not greedy because the immediate benefits are too small in their calculations. If the inducement reaches a certain weight, and the greed and incorruptibility remain neutral, how many newcomers will be planted into the whirlpool of interests?

In the current situation, taking the residents of Kyoto as an example, the value of a piece of gold leaf can be used for a small family of three in Imperial Capital for a year's rent and food rations, and it can be the net profit income of this wonton restaurant at the foot for two months.

An ordinary singing girl who walks the streets and alleys may not be able to earn so much after a hard year. The point is, if you can harvest so much wealth at one time, maybe you can use this to buy a small family business, and if you have a good opportunity, you will be able to get on the stable track in a few days, and you will no longer have to do such a lowly singing job.

This beautiful leaf is not only valuable to the singer, but also very likely to become a powerful bargaining chip to help her get a chance to turn over.

But in the face of this leaf, she can still keep a belief that work and gain are equal.

A hint of bright color slipped from the corner of Ruan Luo's eyes, and in the face of the singing girl's polite rejection, he already had words to deal with in his heart. However, he would have been prepared in advance, not because he pitied the lonely wandering of this woman's life, but because he had reason to listen carefully to the situation in western Sichuan with Wang Chi.

"Although I have lived in Kyoto for a long time, I often hear about the suffering of the western Sichuan borderland, and I don't know what the place is." Ruan Luo looked at the girl and said slowly, "Now that I have this opportunity, I can listen to the voice that the girl brought from thousands of miles away, if it is not hypocritical, in my opinion, it is worth the price." ”

Now Ruan Luo's meaning has come together with Wang Chi, that is, he wants this singing girl to sing a real song. As for whether the style of the song is elegant or not, the singing tune is not good. Instead, it became a light thing. But in the end, there was still one question left, which made the singing girl turn her face slightly sideways to look at Wang Chi after smiling gratefully at Ruan Luo. Bow and ask softly: "I don't know ......"

As usual, she was ready to shout "good man, master" again. Wang Chi suddenly raised his hand, stopped her words, glanced at Ruan Luo again, and said with a smile: "Why not, Beijing dialect is very wonderful." ”

"Grandpa," Seeing that Wang Chi agreed simply, Ruan Luo threw the gold leaves freely, and the singing girl seemed to be affected a little. No longer restrained about anything, he tilted his head behind him and greeted the old man holding a three-stringed huqin, "My granddaughter is going to sing a song 'Shangang Wind' today." ”

The mountains in the west of Sichuan are even mountains, and the south of Sichuan is more Lishui, this mountain and this water nourish this style, and the most sung in the west of Sichuan is naturally the rhythm related to the mountains.

Perhaps because of the special environment, the singing voice transmitted between the mountains and mountains is not usually characterized by softness and transformation. And it tests and exercises the most primitive soaking power of emotion in the voice.

With the rhythm of such a singing voice, it also has this flavor.

On the rough and dry piano bon, if it were not for the three smooth and straight strings. It's really hard to associate it with an instrument that gives you a clear feeling. And if it weren't for listening to the first sound of the old man's withered fingers sliding over the cold strings so closely, I am afraid that it would be difficult for anyone to think that this "dry firewood" is not only a musical instrument, but also a high-quality work among the three strings.

The accompaniment of "Hill Wind" is still a little sparse on the strings, and the old man's fingers will only pluck twice when the song sings a syllable turn, but it can make this somewhat shriveled style fuller.

The girl's voice is still crisp, and the tune of "Hill Wind" has no sadness, but is accompanied by words. There is quite a kind of natural flavor of people in the depths of the mountains, and the wind frightens the trees and birds.

When the first stanza of "Hill Wind" sings, "The hill wind blows the Qingchuan water." The young man who was the last to stay in the wonton restaurant seemed to have finally come out of something he was immersed in. Glancing at the singing girl.

As if hesitating, he slowly stood up and put the silver directly on the table, but did not give the girl any reward, and walked out.

The singer's voice did not stop a little because of the young man's departure, when the song sang "The wind blows the green seedlings in the hills, startling a few rabbits", Ruan Luo's eyebrows moved slightly, and he remembered the memory of Wang Zhe who often went to the mountains to hunt game with the old hunters in the village when he was still in Bojun three years ago.

And when the singer sang to the section of "The wind blows the corn in the hills, who is looking forward to collecting and storing it", Wang Chi, whose face has always been very calm, raised his eyebrows slightly.

……

Winter wax moon, Pingxi River;

The moon is cold in the water, and the stars are scarce;

The wind blows the frost and snow on the hills, and the grass and trees are dry...

After singing the song "Hill Wind", although the words in the song are as requested by the owner of this wonton restaurant, it should not be sad; As Wang Chi requested, it is necessary to elaborate on the real scene in western Sichuan. The girl who sang also complied with Ruan Luo's special instructions, and sang with a very standard Kyoto accent, but the last word of the song fell on the "dry", and some scenes, even if they were not directly famous, seemed to have a very clear side at this time.

What's more, this meaning just hit Wang Chixuan's intention to listen to this song, for him who has been in western Sichuan for a few days, the singer's singing voice is really a few invisible blades, which stabbed him faintly and made him more determined about one thing that is about to start in the near future.

The hill wind song ended, and Wang Chi also fell into a kind of silence. This song was what he wanted, and now he neither said it was good nor bad, which made the singer feel that the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward, and she wanted to ask, but she was a little afraid to speak.

"Uncle?" There was silence in the hall for a moment, and there was a reminder from Lao Ruanluo.

Wang Chi walked out of the thoughts that seemed to fly thousands of miles away by the sound of singing, returned to the wonton restaurant located in a small family house in Kyoto, raised his eyes slightly to look at the inquiring gaze that the singing girl was also throwing, nodded and said: "Sing well, it's worth a leaf of gold." ”

was praised by the audience, and the singing girl's face also showed a hint of joy.

Ruan Luo felt that he came out on this trip today, and he was involved in such a small episode in the middle of the trip, and it was time for the matter to end now. Today, he put down what he was doing and left the account room, his original intention was just to accompany Wang Chi to take a walk among the people, but it was better for Wang Chi to feel so much emotion after listening to the ballad from western Sichuan, so when Wang Chi's words fell, he also tilted his head slightly and gestured to Ah Ping, who was standing beside him.

Ah Ping understood and took a step. picked up the gold leaf that was resting on the table, handed it to the ground in front of the singing girl, and said slowly, "The girl can accept it." ”

Just as the singing girl carefully took the golden leaf. Wang Chi, who had already stood up and was about to leave, hesitated slightly, and suddenly asked: "How much does the village in western Sichuan grow winter wheat?" ”

"Not much......" The singer hesitated. Finally, he said, "If you plant wheat in the winter, you will be robbed twice the next year......

"Alas......" The old man Fuqin, who was standing not far behind the singing girl, suddenly let out a long sigh and suppressed the last two words of the girl's unfinished sentence. This is the first time that the old man has opened his mouth to make a sound after walking into the wonton restaurant, and his dry voice exudes a depressed breath, and he is speechless, but he has said a thousand words.

Wang Chi didn't say anything more, got up and went out. Ruan Luo accompanied him, followed by two Ouchi guards.

Ah Ping walked at the end and was in charge of the checkout, and according to Ruan Luo's intentions, he gave the store some more broken silver, which was considered the income of his family's harassment.

Out of the wonton restaurant, Wang Chi's expression was a little heavy, and his steps were extremely fast. From the beginning of his arrival at this small shop to the moment when he left after the meal, no outsiders handed him any urgent notes on the way. can look at his walking posture, as if he has just received an urgent letter from the palace that is on fire and needs to be rescued.

Ruan Luo knew that Wang Chi's trip had been delayed outside the palace for a long time, and it was time to return to the palace immediately. It's just that he was ready to say goodbye to Wang Chi, but Wang Chi still didn't seem to have this intention, and his steps were so fast that his followers felt a little suffocated.

Out of the residential area with dense houses and narrow alleys, and walked up a straight street with a relatively open line of sight, Wang Chi's steps slowed down a little.

Ruan Luo was waiting for this moment, and was about to fold his sleeves to say goodbye, but when he saw Wang Chi taking a step ahead of him, he suddenly turned his face and asked: "Luo'er, you also have an empty ticket book, right?" ”

Ruan Luo was slightly stunned. He nodded quickly, and at the same time he realized. For Wang Chi's question, the value that will be paid. I'm afraid it would have been a few times, or even dozens of times, of that leaf just now. For this prediction, he was surprised for a while.

However, his assets were originally chips that had been prepared for many years for the person in front of him, which was something he had already set in his heart, and he could take it as needed for Wang Chi. At this moment, he was just a little puzzled, Wang Chi suddenly had the intention of asking him to pay a large sum of silver, which was going to be used for something.

However, although he was puzzled in his heart, he did not immediately ask about this unknown location on the street.

It seems that Wang Chi will not let himself go for a while, and the empty ticket he holds cannot be used by others. As for what will happen next, we can naturally know if we look all the way.

Seeing that Wang Chi continued to ask after pondering for a while, "What is the limit of the empty ticket you can use in Kyoto in one day?" ”

Ruan Luo noticed the word "limit" in Wang Chi's words, his eyes moved slightly, and his mind had become cautious.

The kind of empty silver tickets for internal circulation pioneered by the business giant and Liang Guoyan's family have been stored for about 20 years, so as a peer, there are traces of reference and use among the Nanzhao merchants, but the one who opened this head is Ruan Luo, who was valued and cultivated by the Yan family more than ten years ago. Those who are at the forefront of everything will either be hit hard or reap the benefits, and Ruan Luo belongs to the latter.

However, although the short silver ticket signed by Ruan Luo has a very high credibility among the Beijing merchants, that is, it can be used to mobilize a huge amount of silver with just a blank piece of paper, but there is still a limit to such creditworthiness.

Of course, Wang Chi would ask this question at this moment, mainly because what he was going to do next might hurt his money, so he had to make enough preparations. If even Ruan Luo's creditworthiness could not support the financial consumption caused by this matter, Wang Chi could only go back to the palace and give up for the time being.

"The commercial bank under the name of the younger generation has always been in and out of the goods directly with Yunxia Qianzhuang, so it can have some extraordinary behaviors in cashing matters." Ruan Luo replied admittedly, and in his next words, he vaguely mentioned some official suppression of hard currency in the city by Kyoto, "Generally, after estimating the merchant's property in Beijing and the number of years of doing business in Beijing, the money bank calculates the creditworthiness and delineates the share of the silver transfer." The value of the younger generation's homes, plus the title deeds of each shop, adds up, and the maximum value that can be called in a single day in Yunxia Qianzhuang is 500,000 taels of silver. If you need gold, you can only call 30,000 taels. ”――

(To be continued)