After tossing for half an hour in the East Market, the three of them went to the South Market, set up a place in front of the rouge shop, and put two pots.

The rules are the same as in the morning, but the price has changed. Tang and Rou gave up the fourth-class prizes such as straw grasshoppers, turned the second prize into the third prize, and the first class to the second class, and then took out the gouache as a reward for throwing ten sticks.

The passenger flow in the afternoon is not as large as in the morning, but there are still a lot of passengers in the southern market.

Passers-by were attracted by Tang Yourou's shouting, gathered outside the straw rope, and asked curiously: "Isn't your gouache from Meixiangge?" ”

"Exactly!"

Tang and Rou smiled and explained the rules to the passers-by who came to watch. When I heard that I could win gouache by throwing in all 10 sticks, the crowd of onlookers boiled all at once.

"Throw in all ten to win this gouache? Are you kidding me?! ”

"With only three coins of silver, you can win these taels of gouache?"

"This pitcher must not be easy!"

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult!" This time, there was no need for Tang and Rou to scream, Tang Douer ran out of the straw rope by himself and showed them it.

The playful and cute little boy easily threw in ten sticks, attracting passers-by to rush to throw pots, and Tang and Rou received several taels of silver at once.

The reputation of the game of pitching pots was already known in the morning, and many people went to the West Market after noon to watch, only to find that the stall setters had already left. At this time, I heard that the three sisters and brothers came to Nanshi, and the prizes changed from honey to gouache, and they all came one after another.

Even if you don't use this gouache, you can make a net profit of a few taels of silver by selling it, as long as you can invest it, you can make money no matter how you count it.

In case the feeling comes, throw it all in, and you will make a lot of money!

There were more and more people around the front of the pitching stalls, and the noise and cheers were getting louder and louder.

……

The second floor of the Plum Fragrance Pavilion.

Aunt Mei, the owner of Meixiang Pavilion, walked on the stairs and led the four sons up to the second floor.

Her voice trembling when she introduced rouge gouache: "Feihong Treading Snow is the treasure of our town store, because it takes time to brew, the cycle is very long, the taste is better, and the price is naturally expensive." However, in terms of the value of a few sons, this price should be a drizzle for you. Hey, Childe be careful of the steps! ”

I don't know what shit luck happened today, but three of the four major business houses and Jing Gongzi have come to her shop. Rao is Aunt Mei who has seen the world, and when she sees a fragile sick beauty like Jing Gongzi, she can't help but be nervous.

He's the prince's son! After this weak crown gift, I will probably go back to Kyoto to inherit the title!

Such a person must not be neglected!

was shouted by her, and one of the short sons hurriedly supported Jing Gongzi on the narrow stairs.

"It doesn't matter." Jing Gongzi didn't seem to like to be touched, so he withdrew his hand and stepped forward to keep up with Aunt Mei.

Rao is winter has not yet come, he has put on a fox fur cloak, wrapped his emaciated body tightly, even when he entered the rouge shop, he did not take it off.

His skin was almost transparent, and he gasped a little just by walking up the stairs, and a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks.

The four of them were led by Aunt Mei to a cabinet with a unique shape.

As Aunt Mei opened the treasure of the town store - Feihong stepped on the snow, the fragrance of plum blossoms wafted all over the house, as if bringing people to the cold winter wax moon.

This plum fragrance is not as sharp as that, and it is mixed with other soft floral fragrances, which adds a bit of gentleness.

"It deserves to be the treasure of Meixiang Pavilion! It smells so good. Among the four, the shortest boy raised his head, inhaled hard, and then slowly exhaled, his voice was full of intoxication, "Ha, Brother Jing, do you like this smell?" If you like it, I'll give you this birthday gift in a month's time. ”

"Mu Ran, you can be a young owner of a hundred clothes, and Jing Gongzi is a gift of a weak crown, but you only send this little Feihong to step on the snow, which is too stingy." A dud-off boy with long hair and waist reached his waist shook his fan and teased the short boy.

Lin Muran was immediately unhappy, and snorted, "I sent Brother Jing, do you want you to talk more?" He puffed out his cheeks, hid behind Jing Gongzi, and asked, "Brother Jing, you can say it quickly, do you like this box of gouache?" When the congratulatory gift is shabby, if you like it, I will buy it for you! ”

"No, I have a lot of gouache, and I can't use it up......" Jing Gongzi's voice was gentle, and he coughed before he finished speaking.

"Oops, why are you coughing again, you have just taken medicine." Lin Muran gave him comfort worriedly, but before his hand touched him, he took a step across and quietly dodged.

Naturally, the smell is too choking.

Jing Gongzi bent the corners of his mouth, smiled lightly, and did not say it directly.

The other three followed Aunt Mei's introduction and picked up the rouge gouache in Meixiang Pavilion. The exhibits on the second floor are naturally much more expensive than those on the first floor, and they can even be said to be exclusively for the nobles and the rich, and ordinary people cannot come up.

Jing Gongzi didn't seem interested in any of this.

He doesn't go out of the house much, his complexion is already very white, and he doesn't need to use gouache anymore. Rouge is also too bright to be suitable for a sick and weak person like him. He likes to gnaw his nails when he has nothing to do, and the doctor won't let him use Kodan for fear that he will be accidentally poisoned.

Plus these are all scented, and it's really unbearable.

Jing Gongzi pretended to look at the scenery, walked to the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air outside.

It's a bit noisy outside.

A group of people gathered downstairs, cheering or sighing.

He looked down, curious and inquisitive, and asked, "What are they doing?" ”

This question quickly attracted the attention of the other three, and Aunt Mei also came over to take a look: "It's the vendor who is setting up a stall." ”

Lin Muran asked: "What good things are you selling?" Brother Jing, Brother Changqing, Brother Yin, let's go downstairs and have a good time, okay? ”

"That'...... Then this gouache ......" Aunt Mei was very annoyed when she saw that her big business had been blown, and she knew that she would not let those three little guys set up a stall at the door.

Jing Gongzi glanced at her lightly, and said to the son who had been silent: "Xiao Yin, you live close to Wanggu, and you are bothered to buy a box for me and send it to Wanggu." ”

"Okay." Du Yin nodded, concise and to the point.

When Aunt Mei heard this, she smiled.

After buying gouache, the four of them came to the outside of Meixiang Pavilion.

Passers-by recognized these boys and gave way to them. The four of them came to the straw rope intercepted by the stall without much effort.

When I came in, there were only two crockpots, a pile of wooden skewers and a few small objects on the stall.

Gouache, honey bottles, silk handkerchiefs...... The rest was put in a sackcloth bag, and I don't know what exactly it was selling.

What kind of stall is this?

"How many sons do you want to play? If you throw in ten sticks, the gouache will be yours, if you throw in seven, this bottle of honey will be yours, and if you can put in five sticks, the silk handkerchief will be yours. ”

The melodious girlish voice attracted their attention.