In the Los Angeles Market, in the midst of the black crowd, the white-clothed Shang Jiuge was standing in the crowd, beside him was a frame car covered with straw, and a colorful tiger was lying on his back.

The tiger has a straw sign on its head and a sign is hung.

Black and white.

Fifty taels and one.

The so-called heroes are short of breath, the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, Qin Qiong sells horses, and Yang Zhi sells knives, all of them are poor and helpless.

But no one has ever sold a tiger on the street.

Except for Shang Jiuge.

Because Shang Jiuge is now selling tigers.

Fifty-two one, limited sale, the only one in the world, first come, first served.

This tiger Shang Jiuge chased for almost a night before catching up, Tiger Sauce has always chased others, and he has never been chased by others so embarrassed, and finally he was out of breath and forced to fight with Shang Jiuge hand-to-hand, and he was hit hard by the fist and embroidered leg before he sank and fell, after all, Shang Jiuge is not the kind of player that Wu Song is, he can hold down the tiger and beat him violently.

She's more like a light assassin, I can hit you, but you don't want to hit me, grapple and attack, kill with one blow, and finally carry this tiger out of the mountains and forests, intending to carry it to Los Angeles.

It can only be said that Shang Jiu Ge has really worked hard.

Now this tiger, less than half a day after death, has not yet stiffened, and because it was killed by a fist, the upper and lower fur on its body is not damaged at all, and a claw is almost the size of a human head, so it is placed on straw, and there is a straw mark on its head.

It can be said that the tiger has fallen to this point in Pingyang, and it really can't decline anymore.

But Shang Jiuge was very dissatisfied.

At this time, her stall selling tigers had been squeezed into three layers inside and three layers outside, and everyone was judging the tigers and was amazed, but it was clear that the sign of fifty taels was written in black and white.

But no one came forward to ask for the price.

This made Shang Jiuge very angry.

"Doesn't anyone want to buy it?" Shang Jiu Ge couldn't help but ask.

The people around him were silent.

Fifty taels of tigers, think about it, it's really super cheap, okay.

It's more than fifty taels when the tiger skin is peeled off alone.

But the question is, how many of these onlookers can come up with fifty taels now?

Fifty taels is really not a small amount of money, ten stones of grain is enough to buy one acre of fertile land, and one tael of silver can almost buy two stones of grain, that is to say, fifty taels of silver can buy ten acres of fertile land.

Who can take out fifty taels of silver casually?

Even if you can take it out casually, just like Sheng Junqian, of course he has more than fifty taels on him.

But what do you do when you buy such a big tiger?

Push the rack cart and push it away?

Therefore, the matter of selling tigers on the street is once in a century, and the little girl who sells tigers is also born white and delicate, which is very likable.

So it's not surprising to say that there are a few inner and outer three layers.

But.

Who buys it.

"This girl, we're just looking at the excitement, we really can't afford it." The people in the front row looked at Shang Jiuge and said sincerely. "After all, fifty taels of tigers doesn't seem to be expensive, but there are really not many people who can come up with fifty taels of silver."

"Even if you can take it, you have to be willing to buy it." Someone else chimed in.

Shang Jiuge felt a little helpless.

Her favorite transaction is to hand over the money and deliver the goods with one hand, since this tiger is worth fifty taels of silver, then someone will take out fifty taels of tigers and push them away, she took the money to return He Ping, and left with the Scarlet Night Sword.

What a simple and straightforward thing to do.

But when it comes to operation, it's completely different from what I imagined.

Now it seems that fighting tigers is the easiest step in the whole process.

Shang Jiu Ge looked at Sheng Junqian, this young man had been standing beside him, and he didn't actually help much, but he didn't stay away at all.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Shang Jiu Ge asked.

Shang Jiu Ge is the straightest and fastest sword in the world, but no matter how straight and fast she is, she can't force others to buy her tiger.

"Do you know the profession of a butcher?" Sheng Junqian asked rhetorically.

"You know, the person who specializes in cutting ten catties of lean meat into stuffing, ten catties of fat meat chopping into stuffing, and ten catties of gold cartilage chopping into stuffing?" Shang Jiu Ge asked.

Sheng Junqian covered his face: "Don't look at so many young ladies in the Water Margin." ”

"A butcher, simply put, is a pig who kills pigs and sells meat." Sheng Junqian corrected and said: "At the same time, those who kill dogs and sheep are also called butchers. ”

"There are not so many people in this world who drink blood, give you a whole pig, and there are few people in this world who will eat it." When Sheng Junqian said this, Shang Jiuge interrupted: "I will." ”

Shang Jiuge grilled fish and rabbits by himself, even if it was a wild boar, he could roast the pork leg if he put it down.

All delicious.

Shang Jiu Ge verified it with his tongue and stomach.

"When did you have the illusion that you were the majority of the people in this world?" Sheng Junqian looked at Shang Jiuge and asked rhetorically.

"In short, everyone eats pork, but who kills pigs and cuts meat by themselves?"

"Do you like to eat pig intestines and drag pig intestines by yourself, and like to eat pig trotters and cut off pig trotters by yourself? If you like to eat braised pork and eat ribs, do you cut off a piece of it yourself? ”

Sheng Junqian patted the big tiger beside him, looked at Shang Jiu Ge and said with a smile: "The person who did this is a butcher. ”

"Butchers don't just kill pigs."

"He also cares about shaving the pigs, the meat is meat, the bones are bones, the internal organs are the internal organs, the pig's trotters are the pig's trotters, the pig's ears are wine, and the ribs are stewed."

"That's the butcher's job."

"Therefore, when a pig goes to the butcher, it can get its true value sublimation."

"The price of a pig may only be five taels of silver, but when it comes to the butcher, after the parts are disassembled and sold, it may be sold for more than ten taels of silver."

"The butcher took a pig for five taels of silver and sold it for ten taels of silver, which is the income of the butcher's work."

Shang Jiu Ge looked at Sheng Junqian.

She kind of understood what Sheng Junqian meant.

"So." Shang Jiu Ge said.

"Therefore, there are butchers in this world who kill pigs, sheep, cows and dogs, but there are no butchers who kill tigers." Sheng Junqian nodded and said, "You are a tiger, even if someone needs to buy it back, but what will he do?" ”

"Some people need tiger skins, some people want tiger teeth, some people want tiger bones, some people want tiger meat to eat, but there are not many people who want these things."

"Okay, I see." Shang Jiu Ge nodded.

Sheng Junqian felt that Shang Jiu Ge didn't understand.

Shang Jiu Ge looked at the black crowd in front of him: "Which of you will kill the tiger, quickly take this tiger away." ”

The girl's expression was very serious: "I was quite a butcher, but when I think about it, it is too troublesome to kill, and it is also very troublesome to sell." ”

"If any of you wants to kill a tiger, I will sell you fifty taels."

"Only fifty taels."

Before the words fell, I saw that the crowd suddenly parted like a tide, but I saw four officials rushing over viciously.

"It's you, came to the Los Angeles market to sell things, did you get the official document?"

They said viciously to Shang Jiuge.