Such a change also made Wang Anguo and Wang He both show a look of disdain, a beggar still dares to call himself a prince, it is really shameless, Wang Anguo fanned the folding fan expressionlessly and said. "Tell me what's different about steamed buns! How can I get that little beggar to go with me? ”

Ziyou didn't care about their contempt at all, licked her somewhat chapped lips, and smiled. "You ask me about the steamed buns in my hand, let me tell you this, there is a poem here that says, people are hungry for a skin, the pond is hungry for a mess of mud, and a mouthful of buns can be worth 10,000 gold."

Ziyou casually came up with a limerick poem, although he is not a college student majoring in ancient literature, but this level of small broken poems is still easy to come by.

"It is said that the steamed steamed buns of Gua Po's house are different from other people's houses, and all beggars who have eaten Gua Po steamed buns will eat other people's steamed buns like eating baba. And the steamed bun in my hand is steamed out of Guapo's house, which can be described as a fighter in the steamed bun, and the fighter doesn't know? Hey, you fight every day, and you don't even know ......"

Listening to Ziyou's nonsense, Wang Anguo waved the folding fan in his hand, and the words in the back were automatically filtered out by Wang Anguo, the key is the front.

Is the steamed bun of Guapo's family really so magical? Wang Anguo has reservations, but this beggar can actually say a poem casually, and the poems that are generally circulated among the people are brewed by ordinary people, although they can't be compared with the great works of the writers, but they reflect the customs of a place, so Ziyou's limerick poem export also makes Wang Anguo believe in the fact that the widow's steamed buns are different?

Wang Anguo was thinking about it, and Ziyou continued to talk. "It's right that she doesn't want to see your steamed buns, this girl can do anything for Gua Po's steamed buns, but she won't be tempted by the steamed buns in your hands, this is the difference between steamed buns and steamed buns."

"If you really plan to buy one or two beggars in Selangor, you'd better prepare a few steamed buns from the Gua Po family, just like you need a dowry when you marry a wife."

"I've said that, you should understand, okay, that's it, I can go and take her away, I'm impatient, hehe." Ziyou pretended to be obscene and smiled.

"Slow." Wang Anguo obviously can't let go easily, no matter how delicious the steamed buns of Gua Po's family are, they won't arouse his interest, he just wants to take the small rice away.

But after Ziyou stirred it up, in his shallow consciousness, he formed such a cognition that if he wanted to take the rice safely, as long as he had steamed steamed buns in his hand, he could save even the process of signing the deed of purchase.

"Where can I buy Kuapo's steamed buns?" Wang Anguo asked.

Ziyou rubbed the broken silver in his hand. "Don't you know this, for the sake of the silver, I'll tell you, go straight from here, turn left when you meet the first alley, go straight, turn right when you meet the second alley, go straight, meet the fifth alley, turn left......"

As soon as Ziyou said this, even if Wang Anguo hadn't walked these roads, his head was about to be dizzy, in short, after hearing this, the impression he had was ...... It's far away, it's not the usual far, it's far away, and even if you ride a horse, you may not be able to find it.

Wang Anguo frowned, thought about it and said. "That's it, we won't go either, you can sell us the steamed buns in your hand."

Qi is ready, this is the result, Ziyou was originally to sell steamed buns to this rich kid, and made such a big deal, seeing them take the initiative, Ziyou was happy, but on the surface he pretended to be not very happy.

"It's not good...... Ziyou said innocently. There are not many steamed buns that Gua Po steamed every day, and I queued for a long time to buy them, just to have a spring breeze with her, if I sell them to you......"

Azusa nodded and shook her head.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, how about five taels of silver?" Wang Anguo shook his fan and said. "It's enough for you to find a beautiful woman in the flower building, the spring breeze is for a while, and the taste is better than a beggar girl."

Wang Anguo tried to convince Ziyou.

Ziyou's face hesitated for a while, as if he was struggling in his heart, and gritted his teeth. "Sister Yao is really good, five taels of silver is enough to have a night with Xiaohua, but if it is the top brand Xiaodie, it will be five taels shorter, Xiaodie is really beautiful, I want to have a chest, I want an ass to have an ass, if I can taste it, I am willing to freeze to death on the street."

Ziyou told his little dream without a hint, and the words seemed to be talking to himself, but when they fell into the ears of Wang Anguo's master and servant, it was different.

Wang Ji snorted coldly. "A stinky beggar who still wants to sleep on the top card...... It's really self-defeating. ”

Ziyou smiled unceremoniously. "How can you be as unproductive as you...... Just thinking about sleeping. ”

Wang He was stunned by Ziyou's words again, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Anguo.

Wang Anguo didn't know what he was thinking, he looked sideways at the carriage not far away, pinched the fan in his hand, and finally nodded. "Okay, ten taels, you sell me steamed buns."

"It's not good." Ziyou was still a little hesitant.

"You! Don't go too far, ten taels of silver is already the price of the sky. Wang He said angrily, Wang Anguo's expression was also a little displeased, and he touched his waist without leaving a trace, thinking that the beggar was not satisfied with ten taels of silver.

"I think you misunderstood, what I said is not very good, it is ten taels of silver to sell you a steamed bun, it is really not good, a discerning person will know that I am hacking you when I see it, this steamed bun is worth a few pennies if it dies, I am afraid that others will poke the backbone." Ziyou said.

The trick of flickering will be a gallop, which can more effectively make the deceived person relax their vigilance.

It turned out that this was the case, Wang Anguo breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard him say this, he still had a little conscience, touched the hand on his waist, and put it down again. "Don't worry, ten taels of silver to buy your steamed buns is something you and I are willing to do, don't care about what others say."

"I'm afraid that you will regret buying steamed buns, but I am the one who suffers the loss." Ziyou shook her head.

"My son-in-law is not a person, isn't his character still credible, you just have to hand over the steamed buns, and the silver will naturally be indispensable to you." The king pressed the fire and said.

"What the hell do you want?" Wang Anguo was smarter and saw that Ziyou didn't say anything.

"Make a document, and say that you are willing to buy the steamed buns in my hand with ten taels of silver, so that you will not get cheap when the time comes, cross the river and tear down the bridge to the government to sue me that I cheated you of your silver." Azusa lobbied his thoughts.

A beggar still understands the paperwork, which simply shocked the master and servant.

"What's that, I'm the first genius in the beggar gang, and of course it's nothing to set up a paperwork."

is also the first genius of the beggar gang, a pair of master and servant secretly groaned in their hearts, but they didn't say it.

It's not a big deal, there are always some gentlemen who write for others on the side of the road, Wang Anguo borrowed a table and paper and pen there and began to write documents.

Mr. Writing has a goatee, a dark Xiucai robe, a highly learned appearance, a happy look, and has no opinion on Wang Anguo's borrowing behavior, because the king has already stuffed him with a few copper coins, and he smiled and studied ink himself.

I have to say that Wang Anguo's words are still very beautiful, although he is anxious to write casually, but the words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing have such a trace of charm, and there are not many words to write, almost a moment is completed, and at the end, Wang Anguo also took out his own seal, stamped it, and completely completed the sales contract.

The contract says: This son buys a steamed bun with ten taels of silver, and both the buyer and the seller are voluntary, and they must not repent, and they have the right to use this contract as evidence.

Inscribed......

Zi You put his hand on Xiao Xiaofan's shoulder, smiled and watched Wang Anguo finish all this, and then pressed his fingerprint, so the sales contract was finally completed.

After receiving the contract, Ziyou took the steamed bun in his hand to Wang Anguo, although Xiao Rice looked at the steamed bun that was about to fall into Wang Anguo's hand, but was temporarily held down by Ziyou.

At the same time, Wang Anguo also took out a piece of snowflake silver from his cuffs, and handed over money with Ziyou and steamed buns with the other.

The sale was completed...... A steamed bun was sold for a price of ten taels, and it is estimated that it is unbelievable to anyone, but it is really a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer.

"Little girl, come to my brother, my brother has a steamed bun from Guapo's family." When Wang Anguo got the steamed buns, he couldn't wait to lure the rice.

This fell in Ziyou's eyes, and it became contempt. Ziyou sighed at the snowflake silver in her hand, felt the weight enough, and received it in the clothes, no longer pretending to be the same, since she had already done it, there was no need to pretend to be any longer.

He hugged Xiao Xiaomi, and his light body seemed to be almost unable to withstand the ravages of hunger. Ziyou took out another piece of steamed bun from his arms, and stuffed it into the rice without any scruples.

Xiao Mi retracted her gaze at the steamed bun in Wang Anguo's hand, focused all her attention on the other steamed bun that Ziyou handed to her, didn't care about the slight dust on it, and gnawed it directly.

She was starving after all.

"I forgot to tell you." Ziyou looked at the little rice gobbling up with relief, and said to Wang Anguo, who was already dumbfounded over there. "Gua Po's steamed buns, I have more than one piece!"