32. Sprinkle gold posts

Feng Sheng listened to Qianqian's words, immediately went back to the inn to contact the middleman, and came to deliver the message that night, saying that the transaction was carried out in the painting boat on the edge of the Huai River.

Qianqian peeked outside the study, and saw that Miao Fan was reading the book, so she shouldn't have noticed her actions. So she took Xiaohe out with confidence.

The lights on both sides of the Huaijiang River are colorful, and the painting boats are like shuttles weaving back and forth, wafting out the sound of men and women laughing. A small painting boat was quietly docked at the pier, and Feng Sheng stood at the bow of the boat and watched.

Qianqian got on the boat when she saw him, and Feng Sheng diligently lured her in and met the so-called "seller". The seller is not very old, in his thirties, with a flat appearance and a white beard, and he looks like a teacher in a long robe, but Qianqian is not very sure.

Feng Sheng introduced: "Lady, this is Mr. Chen that Xiao Sheng told you." ”

Qianqian Shi Ran saluted: "The slave Liu family, I have seen Mr. Chen." ”

Mr. Chen spread his hands and asked, "Lady is polite, please take a seat." ”

The three of them sat down, Feng Sheng poured tea for everyone very enthusiastically, Qianqian pretended to drink tea, and looked at Mr. Chen again without a trace. Although this person is dressed like a Confucian student, the cuffs are clean, unlike Miao Fan, who occasionally gets ink stains, and of course it is not ruled out that he may go out to meet guests and change clothes. Looking at his hands again, scholars are accustomed to holding pens, and there are calluses on both the middle and ring fingers, but he has a very thick cocoon on his tiger's mouth, and the rough palms do not look like literati at all, but like a rough man doing work. Moreover, when this Mr. Chen stands, his body is slightly rickety, slightly hunched, his hands hang down on his sides in a regular manner, and the action of arranging his robe when sitting down is also relatively rusty, and it is unnatural everywhere.

Qianqian already had an estimate of seven or eight points in his heart, and then he heard Feng Sheng say: "Mr. Chen, where is the invitation?" ”

Mr. Chen was not in a hurry, took a sip of tea, and his words hinted: "This post is only for those who have a heart, I don't know how much the two of them have a heart?" ”

Feng Sheng understood, and hurriedly took out a small burden from his arms, bulging his pocket. He put it on the table and said, "The heart is here, please sir." After speaking, he looked at Qianqian and winked at her, meaning to let her bid too.

Who knew that Qianqian was more stable than Mr. Chen, and took out a handkerchief to cover the corners of his mouth: "Mr. Chen, can you take out the invitation card first, so that the slave family can see it?" ”

Mr. Chen frowned, as if he was very unhappy, and his tone was not good: "You can't trust me?" ”

"Where." As the saying goes, stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, Qianqian smiled gently, "The little woman is not talented, she is a woman, she has no knowledge, but in the past, her mother's family was in business, so when it comes to doing business, I also know a little bit about buying and selling, buying and selling, now you ship the goods and I pay the money, naturally you have to check the goods before giving the silver, and when the time comes, the silver and the goods will be in two, and you also know that I understand." Mr. Chen, do you think that's the truth? ”

She is skillful, not as anxious as Feng Sheng, and what she says is reasonable, which makes it impossible to refute it. Although Mr. Chen was reluctant, it was Mrs. Xu's birthday banquet three days later, and if this invitation was not made, it would only be a piece of waste paper after being put into the last place. So he unpacked his bag, took out a piece of blue cloth and wrapped it in a good thing, and after carefully opening it, he took out the gold-sprinkled invitation.

Mr. Chen was very precious about this thing, and advised: "Be careful, don't break it." ”

Feng Sheng took the invitation and looked at it carefully, feeling that it didn't matter what was written, the most important thing was a mark on the post, which made him very excited.

- Ruopu Ruogu.

Ordinary people don't know, but students like Feng Sheng who take the exam understand very well that this "Ruopu Ruogu" idle chapter comes from Lao Tzu's "Dunxi Ruopu, Desert Ruogu", Xu Daren has talked about Lao Zhuang's inaction in public more than once, teaching candidates to be modest and studious, and he himself has also inscribed the official school "Humility Ju", self-styled "Ruogu Sanren", and put on an indifferent appearance of fame and fortune.

Feng Sheng concluded that this idle seal belonged to Lord Xu, and the invitation was naturally genuine.

He informed Qianqian of his decision, but Qianqian didn't think so, took the invitation and rubbed it in his hand to observe, and said: "This sticker is made of ordinary material, there is neither the name of the guest on it, nor the payment of the host's family, how do I know if it is true or false?" ”

Mr. Chen said: "Naturally, it's true! The birthday banquet invited relatives and friends, of course, there is no need to be named, and besides, the autumn is coming, and Lord Xu is also low-key and does not want to tell the truth. ”

Hearing this, Qianqian asked rhetorically: "Since you only invited relatives and friends, why did you sell the invitation?" Who are you from the Xu Mansion? ”

"I ......," Mr. Chen was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, and said angrily, "Who am I and what do you have to do with you?" If you want to buy it, you can buy it, forget it if you don't buy it, don't mess around here! ”

Qianqian smiled: "If you ask a few words casually, you will turn your face, can't you still ask about buying things?" Is there anyone you do that? ”

Feng Sheng hurriedly played a round and grabbed Mr. Chen, who got up: "Mr. Chen is angry, Liu Niangzi is also a good intention, three hundred taels is not a small amount, naturally it is a good question." If the words offend you, please forgive me. ”

Only then did Mr. Chen sit down with his sleeves brushed his sleeves and snorted nonchalantly: "To buy or not to buy, give me a happy word." ”

Feng Sheng was naturally determined to buy it, but Qianqian temporarily changed his hexagram, stood up and shook his handkerchief, raised his feet and left: "Don't buy it." ”

Mr. Chen didn't expect that she really wouldn't buy it, Rao was surprised, Feng Sheng was even more stunned, and chased after him and persuaded: "Liu Niangzi think about it again?" If you don't buy it now, you won't be able to buy it in the future. ”

"It's hard to tell the truth from the fake, you bought the post now, what if the people from the Xu Mansion don't let you in? I advise you not to buy it, but to inquire about the origin of others, so as not to be deceived by some villains. Qianqian put down such words, and quickly walked away with Xiaohe.

Mr. Chen glared angrily, and said to Feng Sheng: "The woman's hair is long and her knowledge is short, so if she doesn't buy it, I'll count you cheaper, two hundred taels." ”

Feng Sheng hesitated when he heard this, firstly, he did not have enough money in the first place, and secondly, after listening to Qianqian's analysis, he felt that it was too risky, so he retreated and bowed to Mr. Chen: "I will go back to raise silver taels first, and then contact Mr. Chen." After saying that, he hurried away.

On the way back to Zhuzhi Lane, Xiaohe chattered.

"Girl, is that invitation real or fake?"

"Really."

Xiaohe was surprised: "How do you know Lu Dao?" ”

Qianqian smiled and said, "The one surnamed Chen is not a gentleman, he is a subordinate of the Xu Mansion." You see he is wearing a long robe, but the front of the clothes is long and the back is short, and only the current people will often bow and hunch, and over time it will become a habit, and he will not straighten up and speak. There are also calluses on his hands in the tiger's mouth, which proves that he often does heavy work, and the scholar's hands are not like this, you can see Feng Sheng know the way. In the end, he was so clear about the Xu family's post, which could only show that he was a member of the Xu family, but the master of the Eight Classics would not sell the post for money. Moreover, the reason why he was in a hurry to sell it today was because he knew that once the birthday banquet was over, the invitation would become waste paper, and he couldn't send it away. Come to think of it this way, this invitation must be genuine. ”

When Xiaohe heard this, he quickly grabbed Qianqian and stomped his feet anxiously: "Really, you don't want to buy it quickly?" Let's go back and buy it! ”

"Who's to say I really have to buy it?" Qianqian popped a chestnut on Xiaohe's head, "Stupid, what is Uncle Lu doing?" Why spend those hundred and fifty taels of silver in vain! ”

Xiaohe covered his forehead and couldn't understand: "But Uncle Lu hasn't seen the post again......"

"He hasn't seen me, I've seen it, otherwise why do you think I'm a fake to check the authenticity?" Qianqian spread out the handkerchief to her, only to see a faint red mark on the silk silk as thin as a cicada's wings, vaguely showing the rectangular outline of the invitation, "Just now I took advantage of the time to look at the invitation, quietly measured the length and width, and then used lip grease to make a mark on the handkerchief." After I got home, I bought the sprinkled gold and red paper, and cut it out according to this size, as for the idle seal and handwriting, I and Uncle Lu are here, and I guarantee that there is no problem. ”

Xiaohe smacked his tongue: "God! Girl, your brain is really not in vain! ”

Qianqian sneered: "Mine is not in vain, is yours in vain?" ”

"I didn't think I was stupid before, but compared to you, I don't think I have enough brains." Xiaohe scratched her head, she was optimistic by nature and did not stick to these things, but said: "I think Tan Gongzi is really pitiful." ”

Qianqian quipped: "Yo, why did you learn the name of Gongzi?" Didn't they all call him a little monk before, why is he pitiful? ”

"Alas, the son of Tan is going to test his fame, and he will be a big official in the future, how can he keep calling him a little monk, how ugly." Xiaohe sighed, "Girl, you think, he used to be a good monk, but when he met you, the monk couldn't be a monk, and he couldn't go back to the temple, and then he went to the yamen on an errand, and he met you again, lost his job, and could only follow you to be a cow and a horse, and yesterday people were sick and still cooking!" No wonder the rice is burned, it must be that the illness is not good enough to do it. You haven't seen anything good when he stalls, but you have put yourself in it, isn't it pitiful? ”

Qianqian disagreed, and said: "What is he pitiful, the one he used to live was called a bitter, what is better than being a monk with me?" He is not pitiful, he burned high incense to thank the Buddha, and he met such a good girl as me, and I am such a good girl, I am so good to him, do you dare to say that he is pitiful now? Hum. ”

Xiaohe shook his head: "Reverse black and white, and be ashamed." ”

"Go, give me less of a poor mouth." Qianqian raised her hand and made a gesture to hit her, as if she was sneering, "Go and buy gold and red paper, buy more." ”

Xiaohe hugged his head and scurried: "Okay, good...... I'm going to buy it, but why do I want to buy more? Isn't it good to make one? ”

Qianqian couldn't help her forehead, thinking to herself why this girl hadn't grown. She said angrily: "Nonsense, making one is also doing, making a hundred is also doing, don't you see that the surname Chen sells for three hundred taels of silver?" Such a good deal, let's also take the opportunity to make a profit. ”

Xiaohe once again sighed from the bottom of his heart: The little monk must have done something evil in his previous life before he was entangled by the little devil Qianqian!

In the evening, Xiaohe went to buy paper, and Qianqian hummed a little song back to Zhuzhi Lane alone, and before she reached the door, she saw Miao Fan coming out of another door, followed by a young woman.

She was stunned at first, thinking that she had a guest at home? Oh, no, this isn't her home! Looking at it again, it turned out that Miao Fan came out of the neighbor's house next door.

Qianqian frowned and slowly approached, without making a sound of footsteps. She hid behind the debris on the side of the alley, poked her head out and pricked up her ears to hear what the two of them had to say.

"Thank you for your help, if it weren't for you today, the slave family really wouldn't know what to do......" The woman's voice was very tactful, and Qianqian heard goosebumps all over her body.

Miao Fan was as indifferent as ever, and said: "There is no need to be polite between neighbors. If nothing happens, I'll take my leave. ”

The young woman was still reluctant, and pulled Miao Fan to talk about it, until he said goodbye again, and she didn't give up.

"Childe go slowly, you must come to visit the door often!"

Qianqian didn't see whether Miao Fan nodded in agreement or shook his head in refusal, as if he didn't say anything, turned around and went home and closed the door.

"Uh-huh!"

Qianqian was so angry that she kicked the wall, and she really wanted to pull up her sleeves and pull out the woman next door and beat her up.

Stinky and shameless vixen! Dare to beat her little monk's idea!

The author has something to say: The little monk is so handsome, of course he is very peachy!

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