Yin Ming has been injured twice in a row recently, and he must buy some medicinal herbs to nourish his body.

Although he cultivates literature, he does not cultivate sex or life, but life is the foundation of human beings after all.

Before his soul is strong and immortal and can be separated from the body, this body still has to be well maintained.

However, after consolidating the money in hand, Yin Ming couldn't help frowning.

This predecessor is also too poor!

No, it's not a matter of being poor anymore, this guy doesn't even have a copper plate.

The only thing of value in this hut was his mother's old dowry.

I really don't know how this guy used to live.

Obviously, he will suffer the white eyes of people in the house, and he has never tried to go out to make a living by himself.

Yin Ming shook his head, once again feeling that the guy in front of him was a little hopeless.

At this age in his previous life, on impulse, he took a break from school to walk thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Yin Ming left the Shuai Mansion straight and walked towards the market.

He has also experienced the days of no money, but he has never been stumped.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and Yin Ming decided to go to the market first.

Yin Ming didn't know that not long after he left, his cousin Zhang He came to the outside of the hut where he lived.

Although Zhang He's injuries were severe, the samurai's recovery ability was very strong, and he was completely unhindered.

Behind Zhang He, there were three more people.

These three people were sent by the Metropolitan Governor of Tang Jing to investigate the details of yesterday's celestial star movement.

Originally, the Governor's Mansion and the Marshal's Mansion had nothing to do with each other, and they couldn't enter the Marshal's Mansion.

But Zhang He wanted to teach Yin Ming a lesson, so he opened the door of the mansion and welcomed the three of them in.

These three people came on behalf of the Metropolitan Governor, and if Yin Ming provoked these three people, it would be equivalent to provoking the Metropolitan Governor.

With Yin Ming's identity as a waste, the marshal will definitely not stand up for Yin Ming, then Yin Ming will die.

Zhang He shouted loudly to Yin Ming to open the door, but he didn't know that Yin Ming had gone to the West Market.

There are two cities in Tangjing City.

Dongshi is an official market, the price is fair, but the tax is very heavy, and the quality is guaranteed, but there are no too rare things.

After all, if a rare object appears in the official market, it will definitely be sent to the palace.

The West Market is a commercial market, where there are all kinds of strange things, and everything is sold.

There are many deceptive things here, all depending on personal vision and experience.

Yin Ming walked around and saw that there were all kinds of people selling on the street, some selling weapons, and some selling calligraphy and paintings.

It's just that those who sell weapons are all in the center of the city, while the poor scholars who sell calligraphy and paintings can only shrink to the edge of the market.

There are also calligraphy and paintings sold in the center, but most of the paintings are figure paintings.

For example, the generalissimo of the Nine Roads of the Tang State - Yin Dashuai.

Yin Dashuai fought in the south and the north, opened up the territory, and was a hero and idol in the minds of the Tang people.

In particular, some civil officials and wealthy businessmen had to hang a portrait of Yin Dashuai at home to decorate the façade to show respect for martial arts and loyalty to the monarch and patriotism.

Yin Ming directly found a place to sit down and put on the appearance of setting up a stall.

Sure enough, immediately a city supervisor brought someone over.

The city supervisor shouted: "Wu Na boy, you are sitting here, do you want to sell goods, can you afford to pay the city tax?"

Naturally, it is not allowed to sell things casually here, not to mention the shop, which requires a large amount of tax money.

Yin Ming said lightly: "I heard that as long as the market closes, you can pay taxes, but I don't know?"

The city supervisor frowned, because it was only a rule, but in fact the merchants paid taxes before selling their goods.

Especially like this kid, who wears a shabby clothes, who knows if he can afford to pay taxes.

The city supervisor shouted: "You don't know anything, if you are a martial arts master, you can trust you." ”

"Look at your body, you can't help but be weak, how can you believe that you can pay taxes when the market closes?"

Yin Ming groaned slightly, took off a jade plaque from his waist, shook it, and said, "This thing may be a letter?"

The city supervisor was stunned for a while, and then said, "This ...... Hey, this is the old prime minister's jade plate?"

The old prime minister is highly respected, and although he has no martial arts, he is also quite respected.

It's just that it has been ten years since the old prime minister was demoted and disappeared, how useful is his jade plate?

The city supervisor was about to speak, when he suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but change his complexion.

He reluctantly asked, "This young master, I don't know you, your surname?"

Yin Ming said: "Don't dare to be the surname, the surname is Yin." ”

The cold sweat on the forehead of the city supervisor came down.

The old prime minister's jade plate, Yin Dashuai's surname, this obviously points to a person.

Naturally, he is the grandson of the old prime minister and the only son of Yin Dashuai.

The city supervisor hurriedly said: "Young marshal, the villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please forgive me." ”

"If you want to sell something, why do you need to come to the West Market?"

"There is an official auction house in the official market in the east, and it will definitely be able to do it for you. ”

The city supervisor was talking, and someone next to him smiled and said, "Xiao Li, how dare you tease Yin Dashuai's son?"

The city supervisor was startled, and when he turned around, he found that it was Feng Xingdao, the son of the commander of the forbidden army.

The city supervisor hurriedly said: "Son, what you said, what the villain said, it was all sincere." ”

Feng Xingdao said with a smile: "You still dare to quibble, who doesn't know that Yin Dashuai's son is a waste?"