Steward Joe's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it. The eyeballs unconsciously rolled around with the golden beans, and then gradually turned to the bulging money bag, and they couldn't pull it out anymore when they saw it.

"You...... You ......" stammered Joe.

Bai Muye rolled his eyelids: Hehe! I can't see it! Uncle, I'm a Monopoly!

"Your gold is fake!"

Your uncle!

One sentence made Bai Muye almost choke to death by his own saliva!

The gold given by Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty in the future, do you dare to say that it is fake? Don't you know how to write the word "bully"!

Zhou Ze was also angry, and couldn't help asking, "How can it be fake!" ”

In fact, Steward Qiao is not sure whether it is true or fake, if this gold is taken out by a handsome boy, it must be true! Can......

He looked at Bai Muye from top to bottom again, and then went to the low table and picked up a golden bean and brought it to his eyes to take a closer look.

He has handled a lot of gold, and the ones Bai Muye took today always felt that they were different from what he had seen, and the color was too bright?

"You wait! Don't go—"

Steward Joe soon returned, and brought with him an old man with a gray beard.

"Uncle Wang, you can show me this gold......

"I said you hastily pulled me over and gave you the gold to be examined?" Uncle Wang was a little impatient, pouting his mouth with two front teeth open, and muttered: "I'm still busy over there!" A little gold...... Yo...... So much? ”

Uncle Wang's arrogance disappeared completely when he saw the golden beans on the low table.

"This ...... This ......" Mr. Wang picked up one from the table with trembling hands, looked left and right, and it was almost on his face.

"It's fake!" Steward Qiao was indignant, and then angrily scolded Bai Muye and Zhou Ze: "Just say that you two liars are teasing me!" I've been a steward for so many years, and I've never seen gold of this color! ”

"You know!"

There were no front teeth to block it, and Uncle Wang's saliva gushed out, splashing Steward Qiao's face.

"It's red gold!"

Red gold, also known as thousand-foot gold, is more than 99% pure because of its purity, so it glows a lost red color.

Seven green, eight yellow, nine purple, ten red, this Bai Muye has heard of it, and these seven, eight, ninety represent the purity of gold. But all he had seen was a thousand pure gold, in other words, he, a new human from the 21st century, had never seen impure gold, so he didn't feel anything abnormal when he saw the golden beans given by Li Shimin.

This exploded in the eyes of the ancients?

"Nobleman...... O nobleman! Mr. Wang couldn't put down the golden bean, and he had a posture of "getting this treasure, living and dying without regrets".

Uncle, don't you think so?

But I won't give it to you!

Naturally, Steward Qiao had also heard of the legend of Chijin, but he had never seen the real thing, so he didn't dare to think about it for a while. As soon as he heard Uncle Wang say this, his eyes were about to fall out.

This is red gold?

A big bag of red gold, in the hands of two villagers?

If it were really red gold, it would be nearly twice as valuable as ordinary gold!

He gradually showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and slowly turned his head to look at Bai Muye in embarrassment.

Bai Muye sneered: "Rare things, haven't you seen them?" ”

"No, I haven't seen ......"

"How much is your house?" Bai Mu Bison was angry.

Steward Qiao couldn't react for a while, and he couldn't speak.

"Are these enough?"

Steward Qiao swallowed hard, and a distorted smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Enough! Enough! But such a big deal...... The small ones can't be the master! ”

Bai Muye sneered in his heart, indicating that he was still silent: "Then who is the master?" Go find it for me! ”

"Hey! Be! Wait, two! ”

Steward Qiao retreated with a flattering smile, and before leaving, he didn't forget to use a look to get Cong Feng and Uncle Wang out.

After a while, a maid brought hot tea, and Bai Muye looked at her slender figure, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

The maid was about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a double bun, wearing a light blue high-waisted dress, with a delicate figure and beautiful appearance, in Bai Muye's opinion, she was simply an out-and-out beauty.

The maid was first startled when she saw the gold on the table, and then she noticed that the guest was staring at her, and quickly lowered her head, and stood there a little helpless.

Bai Muye rubbed his chin.

This is the maid of a large family......

"This ...... Belch...... Little lady. Bai Muye clenched his teeth, this unfamiliar word was really a little difficult to speak.

The maid's head was slightly raised, revealing a pair of large, clear eyes.

"Let me ask, how many maids do you have in this house?"

The little maid was a little hesitant, but she couldn't answer, so she had to say truthfully: "Eleven." ”

"And how many servants are there?"

The little maid pursed her lips: "Approximately, there are about twenty of them......"

There are only thirty in total, and the home is so luxurious, so Li Shimin said to give me a set of mansions configured for sixty people......

Isn't it twice as good as here?

Cow Pie! Do I have the hope of Bai Muye to be upgraded to the local tyrant class in my lifetime?

The Tang Dynasty is so good!

Hello people! Good money! The house is good! Anything is good!

A smell of tea entered Bai Muye's nose, and he sniffed, um! Tea is also good!

He looked down at the tea bowl.

Ay? It's much simpler than the imaginary ancient tea set, huh?

Why don't you have a cover? Bottomless? The whole is a flat bowl of tea...... It's still a small bowl!

It's good-looking, but it's not tall enough!

In the blue-glazed porcelain bowl on the low table, the fragrant tea has just been poured, and the curling heat carries the fragrance of Longjing before the rain to rise in the air, refreshing people's hearts.

Bai Muye looked at it, and a few green leaves kept spinning in the tea soup, slowly sinking downward.

He picked up the tea bowl and took a tentative sip, smacking his lips - how could this tea still be a little salty?

Turning his head and seeing Zhou Ze looking intoxicated, Bai Muye pursed his lips - the taste is so heavy?

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Bai Muye had a good ear, pushed the tea bowl back on the coffee table, and waited for someone to come in.

And he guessed correctly, it wasn't Joe's manager who came in.

The man was in his forties, very thin, with a beard that was not half a length and not too short, and he had the pride of being in the position for a long time.

As soon as Bai Muye saw him, he knew his identity - it must be Xie Hong himself!

Hey! Sample! What's the stab? Still not on call? This is called having money to make a grinding ghost!

It's nice to be rich – especially in this mercenary age......

I want to be a local tyrant!

Brother Li, you wait for me to come back!

Let's say okay, the big house in the golden corner of Chang'an, with its own servants, can't regret it!

Bai Muye slowly stood up and greeted Xie Hong with his eyes.

Xie Hong diffused them, and finally his eyes hooked on the golden bean, and the beard on his lips immediately curled slightly.

He was so enthusiastic that he seemed to be the fifth brother of his fourth family, and he took the initiative to walk towards Bai Muye while laughing.