Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Way Is Different
Jijia and Changmenpu Street are in the east of the city, and Vientiane Street is in the north of the city.
Yu Shu and Cao Zixin walked over, and they didn't reach their destination for half an hour, only to know that Yiyang City was actually very big.
Along the way, although there is no such a prosperous commercial area as Nagatopu Street, there are still two streets full of shops, and there is no obvious distinction between private houses and shops, and there are cloth shops and wine shops in the alleys of private residential areas, and there may also be private houses on the side of the restaurant.
The gap between the rich and the poor is still very obvious, just as they passed through an alley with broken walls and tiles and the smell of rancid water not long ago, and after two streets, there is a row of white-walled Zhumen courtyard market.
Cao Zixin saw Yu Shu looking left and right, looking like he had never seen the world, and said:
"How do you look like you've never been out?"
guessed right, this is indeed the first time she has gone out of the "far house" since she came here.
"Well, I don't come out very often." If she has time, she has to go around this Yiyang City more, after all, when she has saved enough capital, if she wants to do business in this city in the future, she must first understand the people's livelihood, and then choose the way to make money.
The sun came out in the afternoon, and when she walked this way, Yu Shu sweated on her head, the foundation of her body was not good, and she usually ate no nutrition.
Cao Zixin saw her sweating and said, "Tired? After walking this street, just turn a corner, and see the door shop in front of you. ”
"See." Yu Shu licked his lips, fanned the wind in his ear, and looked at a magnificent stone archway in the distance.
Approaching, only to find that there is not just one, four two-storey arches in a circle, just at the intersection of the street, stone piers, red pillars, carved with all kinds of stone flowers of the color lintel, than the long gate shop that archway, much more magnificent.
Stand under the archway, look east to west, the street is spacious and clean, there are many pedestrians, most of them are neatly dressed, but there is no lack of people of three religions and nine streams, there is a carriage parked at the corner of the street, several coachmen are chatting to pass the time, there is a pastry shop at the corner of the street, the freshly baked dim sum is put on the shelf, and a sweet fragrance floats on the road.
"This son, do you want to buy a painting to ward off evil spirits?"
Yu Shu stood at the bottom of the archway and looked up, Cao Zixin was not in a hurry to choose the way, just stood on the side and waited for her, such a foot work, someone came over, with a hanging rope around his neck, hooking a big box in front of him, stacking several bundles of scrolls on it, mysteriously stretched his neck and said:
"The small one here is the Pixiu stepping cloud map handed down by the Liu family, seeing that you have a good face, I only charge you ten taels of silver, how about it, come to one?"
Ten taels of silver? According to one tael of silver and one thousand yuan, this is 10,000 yuan!
Yu Shu looked at the lion-opening peddler in surprise, stretched out his hand and said, "What picture, let me take a look?" ”
The hawker looked at the well-dressed shopkeeper Cao, thinking that Yu Shu was his attendant, so he didn't dislike it much, and took a half-arm-long scroll and handed it to her.
Yu Shu poked his head out to see him rummaging through the cargo box, and saw that there was something else inside.
Cao Zixin didn't stop it, and watched Yu Shu open the scroll with a smile.
Yu Shu looked at the things painted on the lion or lion, cow or cow, horse or horse, Pixiu she knew that in the previous life, she had done an account of a business CEO, she loved this thing the most, and there was a pure gold Pixiu on the table in the office to show her wealth, which was worth a lot of money, very eye-catching, and was later stolen by a cleaning staff and was on the local news.
However, a painting in her hand is not made of gold, she worked in the paper and ink shop for a few days, and learned some common sense from Cao Zixin to identify paper and ink, this scroll is too thin, the face is black, it is not good paper, this ink is uneven, the color is too messy, not good ink.
If you want to sell ten taels, isn't it a fool?
Cao Zixin stood behind her and looked at the painting, and said:
"Pixiu is an ancient beast, also known as evil spirits, because it feeds on wealth, drives away evil and avoids evil, often used as a town house, some people draw their lines, Yi Shi arrays to raise it with feng shui, it can be psychic for a long time, and it gathers fortune."
"Childe is a person who knows goods," the peddler smiled and showed his two black teeth, and compared his thumb and index finger to Cao Zixin, "The small one will give you two taels cheaper, and charge you eight taels." ”
"You know a lot about it," Yu Shu rolled up the painting, and originally wanted to return it to the vendor, but when he saw the hawker's face that he had failed to learn a lesson, his heart itched, and the painting turned around again, pushed it into Cao Zixin's arms, cleared his throat, and encouraged:
"Then buy it, aren't you worried about bad business?"
"Yes, son, eight taels of silver, you can't find anything cheaper than me, a pattern of paintings, in the Liu Jiayi Museum, but it will be sold for fifty taels, there is still money and no goods, if the small one is not in a hurry to use the money, he will not sell this bottom pocket."
Cao Zixin can distinguish between good and bad, but seeing Yu Shu looking fooled, he doesn't feel funny, this kid is usually very good, why is he stupid at this time.
He didn't want to embarrass the peddler, so he reached for the painting, and was about to say a few words to politely refuse, but his hand was empty.
"Fifty taels!" Yu Shu screamed, raised his hand, missed Cao Zixin's hand, held the painting in his arms, and urged him:
"Buy it quickly, it's cheap, if you miss this village, you won't have this store."
"Childe, it's only eight taels of silver." Hawker Road.
"Yes, yes, it's only eight taels of silver." Yu Shu also said.
The three of them stood at the intersection of the street, Yu Shu held the painting and refused to let go, the hawker was looking at them, and gradually passers-by stopped to see the excitement, Cao Zixin was a little embarrassed.
In order not to continue to be embarrassed, in desperation, I had to clear my throat, leaned over and whispered to Yu Shu:
"No, this painting is fake."
"Fake?" Yu Shu's throat was raised.
"Childe, you can't talk nonsense!" The peddler was anxious.
Cao Zixin ignored him and explained to Yu Shu: "The Pixiu picture of the Liu family never flows out, only the Yi Pavilion is the real thing, it is made of high-quality silk silk, the axis is peach wood, and there are two red seals on the sign, one is the painter's seal, and one is the Yi Shi's seal, and it will be sold for eighty-eight taels after the psychic, how can eight taels be bought." ”
When the peddler heard this, he realized that he had met an expert, and his face changed, and his eyes glanced left and right, ready to run away.
Yu Shu opened the painting again, glanced at the payment, and sure enough, there was only a red seal, secretly happy, stretched out his hand to pull the vendor who was about to run away, and angrily compared the painting scroll to his face:
"You're fooling us with fakes? Let's go, go with me to the officer! ”
Cao Zixin saw her going to pull people, and subconsciously grabbed the vendor's other arm, he was more powerful than a chicken, and the vendor lost his strength after struggling twice.
Passers-by began to point.
Seeing that he couldn't run, the peddler cried with a face and said to the two:
"Two masters, the younger one is out to beg for food, you can raise your noble hand and bypass me this time."
Yu Shu straightened his neck and said angrily: "When you cheated us out of money, why didn't you think about sparing us, that's eight taels of silver, can you still ask for it back if you really give it to you?" ”
Seeing that passers-by were gathering more and more, Cao Zixin had no intention of pulling this hawker to the official mansion, so he persuaded:
"Ah Shu, we still have business, let him go."
The peddler immediately looked at Cao Zixin gratefully.
"Since you said it, it's okay, it's not that you can't let him go, but he has to hand over this bag, so that he won't deceive others in the future." Yu Shu tugged at the shelves around the hawker's neck.
"Huh?" The peddler grimaced.
"Ah what, you don't want to pay? Let's go, see the official! ”
"I, I, I can't pay it back!"
As soon as the hawker gritted his teeth, he took down the container and stuffed it to Yu Shu.
Yu Shu lost him, pulling the cargo box, which not only contained calligraphy and paintings, but also some red rope sachets and other things, and most importantly, there were two blue booklets in it, one "Qimen" and one "Easy Calculation", which were exactly the same as the textbook covers issued in the Sanjue Book House.
"Can I go?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Yu Shu waved his hand, and the vendor stared at Cao Zixin, who was still pulling at his collar.
Cao Zixin let go of his hand, seeing that the vendor lowered his head and squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared, he twisted his face and grabbed Yu Shu with a snicker, no matter how he looked at it, it had a bit of a treacherous taste, he squinted his eyes, and quickly reacted that he was being tricked by this kid, and he was immediately amused, left her, turned around and walked to West Street.
When the passers-by saw that there was no more excitement, they walked away.
Let's say that Yu Shu hung the bulky cargo box around his neck, happily flipped through the two textbooks that had been lost and recovered, and when he was happy, he looked up and found that Cao Zixin was gone.
"Shopkeeper?" She shouted, but no one answered.
"Shopkeeper?" She shouted again, raising her voice, attracting the attention of several passers-by.
What about people?
Yu Shu scratched his neck, looked east and west, twisted the cargo box on his neck, and picked the street to the east to find someone.