Regardless of whether the porter of the Sichuan Gang or the Tea Gang, the employer who helps others carry the goods will be staring, and there are not many opportunities to do tricks and feet on the goods. And although the porters are poor, they are not stupid, they only dare to steal the goods of ordinary merchants, and they dare not use their hands and feet to borrow the things of dignitaries and dignitaries, so there are not many really valuable things in the grocery store.

In addition, those who can shoot have already been shot, and those who can usually be used have been used early, and the stolen goods sent to this grocery store are all things that they can't do and are useless in their opinion. Although Pan Er was the young shopkeeper of Tongxingdang, and even Han Xiufeng's eyesight was willing to bow down, he didn't find much valuable or useful anything for nearly half an hour.

The two didn't want to waste any more time, so they simply didn't turn it over, stuffed all the things they had just turned over into a sack, and left on their backs. On the way back, I was as worried as a thief, and a wild cat and wild dog would be frightened when a wild cat and wild dog burst out of the streets and alleys with black lights, and I really responded to the sentence: Be a thief with a weak heart!

Returning to the paper shop, he hurriedly let the pillar and the big head go to the door panel, and after putting it on, he also pasted it on the door panel and listened for a while, confirming that there was no movement outside, and he was not targeted on the way back, Han Xiufeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Pan Er opened the sack, and while taking the stolen goods of the Sichuan Gang out, he said with a smile: "Zhuzi, I have prepared several sets of clothes with your fourth brother, and it is not easy to bring them along the way to make clothes, you can find a place to put these two rolls of cloth away, and then bring them to your mother-in-law and sister-in-law when you go back one day." ”

"Where did it come from?" The pillar asked curiously, holding the cloth.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Pan Ersheng was afraid that something would happen, and admonished: "You and your mother want to make clothes and spend money to buy cloth, even if you don't have to wear them, you can't use these two rolls of cloth to make clothes." It's far away from the county seat, and your mother-in-law and sister don't usually go out, so it's okay for them to make a few clothes to wear at home. ”

Zhu Zi was on an errand in the yamen like Han Xiufeng, how could he not know that this cloth was coming from the wrong way when he heard Pan Er's words, and smiled knowingly: "You know, I won't cause trouble." ”

The big head was dressed in tatters, looked at the cloth in the arms of the pillar enviously, and said coldly: "Fourth brother, I have no clothes." ”

Han Xiufeng was angry, and asked coldly: "What are you wearing, what is in the cloth bag?" ”

"Clothes."

"Then why are you saying you don't have clothes?"

"I don't have any new clothes," the big head looked down at the patched clothes on his body, and said in an almost pleading tone, "Fourth brother, I really don't have new clothes, and I have never worn new clothes." ”

Thinking about it, he lost his father and mother when he was very young, and when he was a teenager, he was still running around the streets with his bare buttocks, and he didn't have clothes to wear until the eighth master took him in, and it was all leftovers of other people's old clothes, mended and mended, sewn and sewn. Thinking that he really didn't look good to wear this to the capital, Han Xiufeng muttered: "You want new clothes, okay, tomorrow I will pull a few feet of cloth and ask Siniang to help you make two clothes." ”

The big head didn't expect Han Xiufeng to really help him make new clothes, and he was so happy that the grinning boss couldn't help but ask, "Which Siniang?" ”

"Siniang on the other side, you should recognize it."

"Siniang on the other side!" The big head reacted suddenly, and suddenly said with a bitter face: "Fourth brother, I don't wear the clothes made by Siniang on the other side, she makes clothes for the dead, and she makes shrouds!" ”

Han Xiufeng glared at him, and said angrily: "What's wrong with the clothes made by Siniang, the dead wear a shroud, and the living wear clothes." Don't talk about you, the clothes that Zhu and I have worn over the years are all made by Siniang. You're a turtle son, it's good to have new clothes to wear, but you don't like this! ”

"Fourth brother, I'm afraid!"

"The brain is tendoned, people call you to fight, you will follow, people let you beat you to death, you really beat the people of the tea gang to death, now you know that you are afraid of ghosts, you know that you are afraid of ghosts to ask for your life, what did you do earlier?"

"Fourth brother, I'...... I ...... "There are gods in the three feet of the head, as long as there are people who are not afraid of retribution, the big head is really afraid, I don't know what to say for a long time, I squatted in the corner of the wall and cried."

Zhu Zi hated iron and was worried that he would be scared out of the field again, so he hurriedly said: "Big head, don't cry, a manly man is not afraid of people's jokes." Besides, it's not that you want to kill the short-lived ghost of the Tea Gang, it's Jiang Liu who asked you to beat it. There is a debtor and a debtor, even if that short-lived ghost is looking for it, he is looking for Jiang Liu, and he will not pester you. ”

"Really?" The big head asked suspiciously.

"You don't want to think about what I'm doing, I said he wouldn't pester you." It's not enough to just say it, Zhuzi decided to give him a reassurance, walked to the shelf and brought a stack of yellow paper, forced a smile and said: "Go, follow me to the backyard to burn some paper money for that short-lived ghost, tell him to make it clear, and let him find Jiang Liu if he wants to find it." ”

"What should I do if the sixth brother is entangled by him?" The big head asked stupidly.

Han Xiufeng was made laughable, and couldn't help kicking him: "You just take care of yourself, Jiang Liu doesn't need you to worry, he is blessed with a great life, and he is not afraid of being haunted by ghosts." ”

"The sixth brother is the husband, and the people on the dock all listen to his ......"

"So he is blessed with a great life, okay, okay, hurry up and burn paper, remember to kowtow a few more."

……

What a melon baby, I have never seen such a bad person with a braincase, Pan Er couldn't help but laugh. Han Xiufeng couldn't laugh, looked at the back of the big head and muttered, "Brother Pan, you can help me keep an eye on it after I leave." ”

"Yes." Pan Er relieved himself, hurriedly took out an inkstone from the sack, and said as if offering a treasure: "Fourth brother, those porters of the Sichuan Gang can only sneak around but don't know the goods, in my opinion, the most valuable thing among these things is not the half-catty cinchona frost but this inkstone!" ”

Although Han Xiufeng helped transcribe documents in the yamen for six or seven years, he had never used a precious pen, ink, paper and inkstone, took the dirty inkstone and looked at it, and asked suspiciously: "Brother Pan, this inkstone is more valuable than the life-saving cinchona, aren't you joking with me." ”

"No kidding, but it depends on who you sell it to, if you sell it to someone who doesn't know the goods, it's worth a few pennies, but if you meet someone who knows the goods, it's not too much to ask him for two or three hundred taels."

"Really?"

"I don't believe you're waiting." Pan Er ran into the kitchen to fetch half a basin of water, and brought a rag, which was wet and carefully wiped, I don't know how many years this inkstone that was thrown by the Sichuan Gang in the corner of the grocery store showed the true face of Lushan in Pan's second-hand.

Shaped like a goose egg, the color is deep purple, and there is a bird's eye protruding in the ink pool, and the spiral texture is clear and delicate. Han Xiufeng picked it up again, knocking on it with a metallic sound, and the dew was full of dewdrops. Pan Er's face was proud, and he dropped a few drops of water and lightly grinded a few times, and the ink was silent, and after a few grinds, the ink immediately became thick.

"Tut-tut, it's really a good thing!" Han Xiufeng exclaimed.

Pan Er smiled: "It can be seen that its original owner is also a knowledgeable person." Fourth brother, look at it, there is nothing here, which means that its original owner did not dare to chisel the inscription without authorization. A good horse with a good saddle, tomorrow I will go out into the street to see if I can find a carpenter with good craftsmanship to make an inkstone box with red sandalwood roots. When you arrive in the capital, you will definitely be able to meet someone who knows the goods, and when the time comes, it will be said to be an ancestral heirloom, and it will definitely be sold at a good price. ”