Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Prodigal Son
As soon as he heard this, the shopkeeper was also stunned for a while.
Today, he met a rich master!
On weekdays, if he puts things here and sells them on consignment, he will take a commission of 10% at most.
For example, if it is sold for two hundred taels, he will take twenty taels.
But now he doesn't have to bother with anything, Chu Xuewei directly gave him fifty taels, where can he find such a good thing?
"Miss is really kind-hearted, then I'll thank Miss for that person first." The shopkeeper took over the business with a smile, and at the same time beckoned the shopkeeper to wrap up the hosta.
Chu Xuewei accepted the hosta and left satisfied.
But what she didn't know was that not long after she left, a woman in a coarse skirt walked in.
Her head hung from head to tail, and her thick and messy hair almost covered half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
"Boss, if the things haven't been sold yet, can you lend me ...... first" The woman's hoarse voice revealed full of exhaustion.
As soon as the shopkeeper saw this woman, the expression that was smiling just now suddenly froze, he frowned, and said with a disgusted face: "Didn't I say that you would come back in a few days?" Why do you still come every day? What if it scares my guests? β
"Boss, I'm really penniless...... If that thing can't be sold anymore, then I won't sell it, you give it back to me, and I'll think of another way. The woman looked up, her eyes overflowing with despair.
The shopkeeper raised the corners of his eyebrows, and said a little impatiently: "Forget it, I see that you are also a woman, even if I am unlucky today, I sold the hosta for you for twenty taels, and you will never come again in the future!" β
With that, the boss took out a piece of silver from his bosom and threw it over.
There was a soft "clang", and the silver rolled down at the woman's feet.
The woman frowned: "Boss, my hosta is worth two hundred taels anyway." I still have to raise children in the future, and I only need one hundred taels to be enough. If you don't want it, then I don't want these twenty taels, you give me back the things! β
"Hey, are you crazy woman embarrassed? I'll give you twenty taels, you're too little? Well, I've changed my mind now, you won't get a single copper coin! The shopkeeper yelled angrily, waved his hand and scolded: "Xiao Er, come and kick this dirty crazy woman out for me!" β
"Yes!"
When a few shopkeepers heard this, they rushed up quickly, and they were about to rush out with the woman.
It's just that a few people haven't taken a step yet, and they suddenly feel a strange force behind them, and they are directly lifted.
Immediately afterward, several people rose into the air and fell heavily towards the shelves, smashing all the things on the shelves to the ground.
"Oops, oops, ......"
Everyone was dizzy and dizzy, and the shopkeeper was also frightened, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look over-
I saw a thin little girl clapping her hands lazily: "It seems that what my young lady said is really right, your store is a black shop!" β
The shopkeeper recognized this little girl at a glance as the little maid of the young lady who had made a generous move just now, but he didn't expect her to go and return, and even have such a strange power!
"You, you, you......" The shopkeeper was so shocked that he began to stutter even when he spoke.
Hydrangea took a few steps forward angrily, and stepped on the shopkeeper's chest with one foot: "What about the silver ticket that my young lady gave you?" β
The boss didn't say a word, and the hydrangea foot was so hard that he almost trampled him out of breath.
"Give...... I give, I give! The shopkeeper hurriedly took out all the two hundred and fifty taels of silver that Chu Xuewei had just given.
Hydrangea snatched it up, and then stretched out another kick and kicked the shopkeeper away.
She turned and walked up to the woman: "Well, this is your silver ticket." β
The woman glanced at the hydrangea and reached out to take the silver ticket. hesitated for a moment, but still firmly returned the extra fifty taels to the hydrangea: "My hairpin is worth two hundred taels." β
After saying this, the woman took the silver ticket into her arms, and left in a hurry without saying thank you.
"Heyβ" Hydrangea was about to say something, when she noticed that the woman had disappeared neatly.
She scratched her head and left the antique shop with a puzzled expression.
Just around the corner in front, Chu Xuewei was sitting on the edge of the eaves of the carriage with her chin propped up, shaking her legs boringly.
As soon as I saw Hydrangea coming over, his eyes lit up: "Hydrangea, how is it, is the matter done?" β
Hydrangea nodded hurriedly and patted her chest with a smile: "Oh princess, aren't you worried about my errands?" β
After saying this, Hydrangea still asked with some doubts: "It's just, princess, I have a question......
Chu Xuewei nodded: "You ask." β
"How do you know that the owner of the hairpin must be a woman? And even the shopkeeper is a black-hearted businessman, you can guess it, it's too godly! Hydrangea looked at Chu Xuewei with admiration.
Chu Xuewei shook her head, and her eyes became a little solemn with Hydrangea's question: "This matter is a long story." β
The reason why she knew that the owner of the hosta was a woman was nothing more than that-
That hosta, she had seen on the ghost cliff that the pregnant woman who wanted to commit suicide had seen on the head.
The color of this hosta is very rare, and the shape is also very exquisite, and the style is not the same as the style that is now popular in Lingcheng.
That's why she decided that this hosta belonged to that woman.
Unexpectedly, she really guessed it.
She believed that the woman's clan must not have been killed by Gong Xiuzhu, although it was rumored by the outside world at the beginning:
Because the emperor assigned the ugly daughter of the prime minister's family to the seventh prince, she slaughtered a city of innocent people in a fit of rage.
Presumably, this so-called innocent people in a city are talking about the Yuan Sizhe family.
Although Gong Xiuzhu usually gives people a brutal, bloodthirsty, and ruthless appearance, but after getting along for so long, Chu Xuewei knows that it is really just an appearance.
I sharpened the ink for him on that day, and I saw some clues when I watched him review the folds.
Reading between the lines, there are all worries about the people.
He hated the love of money.
For the people, it is painstaking labor.
How could such a palace cultivator do something that would ruin the lives of the people?
"That woman is not easy, she has lost her clan and her husband, we can help a little!"
Chu Xuewei jumped off the carriage with a smile.
After doing this, her mood seemed to be much lighter. She smiled and put her arms around Hydrangea's shoulders: "Let's go, let's continue shopping." β
So just like that, Chu Xuewei led the hydrangea to continue to walk in front, and the carriage was a little farther away from them.
The two of them walked to the edge of a small flower garden, and Chu Xuewei saw her favorite white camellia on the outside at a glance.
"Oh my God, that's eighteen stars!"
The so-called eighteen stars are transplanted from eighteen different colors of camellia to a tea tree, and one tree is purple and red, which is very beautiful.
Therefore, at the same time, the requirements for the craftsmanship of flower growers are also very high.
When she was in modern times, she had seen at most eight different colors of camellia transplanted into a tree.
These eighteen stars...... It's too powerful!
"It's so beautiful!" Chu Xuewei was amazed, and her outstretched hand was even a little reluctant to touch those dazzling flowers.
But just when she was amazed, a hand suddenly shook in front of her behind her, and it actually broke off a flower branch.
On that branch, there are five camellia flowers of different colors.
Now that it was torn off like this, a few petals fell with his rough movements.
"Since the girl likes it so much, why don't I give it to you!"
The heavenly voice sounded overhead.
It's a man's voice, but it's as beautiful as a natural sound, so pure that it doesn't contain a trace of impurities.
Why does this sound sound familiar?
But the momentary confusion was quickly overshadowed by the swarming anger.
She stood up abruptly, stared at the flower branch in front of her in disbelief, and said nothing.
The man standing in front of her was tall and straight, with fair skin. The facial features are so handsome that almost no one can compare with them.
The lips are red and the teeth are white, a pair of fox eyes are slightly raised, and the abundance is so handsome that it is suffocating.
If it weren't for the fact that he was used to seeing Gong Xiuzhu's heavenly posture on weekdays, I am afraid that Chu Xuewei would also be attracted to him today.
"Huh?"
The man in a red robe on a white background loosened the flower branch in his hand in the direction of Chu Xuewei, and there seemed to be a trace of expectation in his eyes.
Chu Xuewei finally raised her eyes and looked at him: "Give it to me?" β
The man smiled lightly, and there seemed to be a hint of rebelliousness and confidence on his warm face: "Flowers with beauty." β
Chu Xuewei sneered as if she had heard some big joke, and then turned around and left.
Chu Xuewei looked at the cloth one by one as if she was nothing.
In the end, I picked two dark cloths, checked out and left.
But this time, after the man followed out, he found that Chu Xuewei quickly turned into the alley behind the store.
The corners of his mouth tugged slightly, his clothes were flirted, and he followed.
The little guy wanted to follow uneasily, but he turned around and stopped: "The carriage can't get in, you wait outside." β
The little guy seemed to be a little uneasy: "But Lord Wang, your body-"
"I've tried, she doesn't know martial arts." The man spat out a faint sentence, turned around and quickly chased after him.
The further you go inside, the deeper the alley becomes.
After walking for about a stick of incense, I stepped out into a small bush.
The man frowned slightly, but without a trace of hesitation, he raised his leg and sold it.
Following the traces of trampled leaves on the ground, the man walked forward.
Finally, after removing a dead branch, I saw Chu Xuewei hiding inside with a panicked face.
"Why did you run away?" The man smiled at the corner of his mouth and slowly walked in the direction of Chu Xuewei.
It seemed that because of some uneasiness, Chu Xuewei's beautiful little face was now a little pale.
She stared at the man in front of her defensively: "Who are you, why are you following me?" β
The man smiled lightly: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm not a prodigal son, I just want to get to know you." β
Seeing that the man in front of him was getting closer and closer to her, the frightened expression on Chu Xuewei's face suddenly froze.
A sly light suddenly flashed in those clear and agile eyes.
She blinked her eyes and said crisply, "But I'm sorry, I don't want to know you!" β
As soon as the words fell, several lines of silk cloth suddenly burst out from all directions.
It's not the side, it's the cloth that Chu Xuewei bought just now.
The cloth was wrapped in delicate force, and smashed towards the man like lightning.
The man's eyes sank, and he was about to raise his breath to fight back, but suddenly found that his dantian was empty.
"How-"
It was this moment of distraction, and the silk cloth wrapped his whole body in death.
"Well done!" Chu Xuewei shouted clearly.
Seeing the hydrangea happily popping out of the bushes, she tightened her teeth and tied up the man with force.
With a light leap, the hydrangea climbed over the three-person tall branch and directly hung the man up.
"Damn it!"
The man's handsome face, which had always been calm and comfortable, finally showed a crack.
He stared at Chu Xuewei with a pair of cold eyes, and there was more shock than confusion in his eyes.
Chu Xuewei clasped her hands on her chest and greeted him triumphantly.
Looking at his handsome face that was flushed, Chu Xuewei finally kindly explained: "What, do you feel that your dantian is empty and you can't use your strength?" Well, don't waste your efforts, you're poisoned now. β
"Poisoned?" The man's handsome pair wrinkled, and the anger on his body suddenly burst out.
That handsome face was also a little cold because of this anger.
But Chu Xuewei is not afraid of him!
"Don't worry, although you have been pestering me, in the end, you haven't done anything out of the ordinary. So, I gave you the ten spices and soft tendons, and after three hours, the effect of the medicine will be solved by itself. β
The man's cold eyes warmed up slightly.
A pair of fox eyes rolled, and suddenly thought that in the fabric shop, Chu Xuewei deliberately reached out and brushed each roll of cloth.
This little fox, could it be that time......
Realizing this, instead of being annoyed, he still had a slight smile on his face.
He has always disliked stupid women. But the woman in front of him has a very good appetite for him.
"Miss, look at this person, why are you still smiling......" Hydrangea looked at the man, feeling a little numb behind her.
She cautiously reached Chu Xuewei's side, pointed to her head, and said in a low voice, "Could he be that there is some problem here?" β
Chu Xuewei saw that he was magnificent, and knew that this man was extraordinary.
Probably whose gentleman came out to have fun, but found himself, right?
Don't make a big deal about it.
If Gong Xiuzhu knows about it, I'm afraid that he won't even let himself out of the gate in the future.
Thinking of this, Chu Xuewei bit her lip lightly, raised her head and threatened the man viciously: "Since I have a way to poison you once, naturally I also have a way to poison you a second time." This time it's a lesson for you. The next time you meet a girl, if you still don't have a serious attitude, no one knows when your little life will be gone. β
After saying this, Chu Xuewei looked back at the hydrangea: "Take my loot, and the class teacher will return to the court!" β
Hydrangea hurriedly nodded, picked up the purchased things from the corner, and quickly followed.
The man was hung in the air, and his eyes were locked on Chu Xuewei's body from beginning to end.
Her every gesture and even every subtle change in expression are deeply engraved in the man's mind.