Xin Tianyou suddenly remembered something, retracted his hand, and asked:

"Why is this thing so expensive? I look at it only twenty or thirty catties, which is equivalent to three or four thousand taels of gold at most. ”

Seeing that the boiled duck was about to fly, the woman hurriedly said:

"Guest officer, the account can't be counted like this. Look at this carver, there is no second one in the world, and it took three top craftsmen a whole year! ”

Xintianyou nodded and said:

"Yes, that's true, art is priceless. I still want to buy some Mithril, can I get a discount? ”

Woman's Road:

"The market price of Mithril is 1:10 compared to gold, and our family has to be 1:10.5 to ensure that the purity of 999 is not adulterated. If the guest officer buys more, there is indeed a discount. ”

Xintian Tour:

"Okay, I'll buy a ton."

The woman smiled and said:

"Okay, a pound of Mithril...... Ah, a ton. What do you say, you, you ......"

After waking up, his face changed drastically. The mood is like falling from the clouds to the bottom, with a trembling cry:

"Guest, guest officer, please don't play with the slave, okay? The child of the slave family was sick and had no money to treat, and in the past few days, he was in a trance and neglected the guest, and was reprimanded by the deacon. If you come out with such a ridiculous basket again, you will lose your job. “

The other two maids smiled at each other knowingly, and suddenly felt much better.

Li Gongzi slapped the table case, and said righteously:

"Hmph, what a ** thing, slapping a swollen face and pretending to be fat, running here to scream, molesting women from good families."

Zhao Fushang said disdainfully to the woman beside him:

"See, there are the most scoundrels like this in the market. You must know that there are a thousand taels of golden tickets, and even Lao Tzu doesn't have a few. Ten thousand taels of golden tickets, but I am fortunate to have seen it, and only the yamen of the level of Furong Royal City can open it. As for the golden ticket of 100,000 taels, only the royal court of our Ji Kingdom can issue it, and even Annam, Laos, and Luzon are not qualified. “

When the people outside heard the noise inside, they ran in to see the excitement and ask for the reason.

A deacon glared fiercely at the receiving woman, waved his hand and said:

"Guest officer, Tianji Pavilion is not a place for jokes. If you don't buy something, I'll ask you to go out. “

Xintianyou smiled and said:

"In this matter, it is estimated that your level is too low to be the master. And you don't necessarily have so much stock in your warehouse. I gave the money first, and the rest was equipped with some secret copper, secret gold, and secret iron, and the action was a little slippery. Also, with a small request. The maid's child was sick, but she was faithful to her duties. She should be commended, quasi-ten days off. “

After finishing speaking, he took out a thick stack of golden tickets from his arms, took out the three on his face and handed them over.

Rumble......

The scene suddenly exploded, and everyone's eyes turned green. The ones in the back squeezed forward desperately, coaxing and gossiping. Obediently, who has ever seen a golden ticket of 100,000 taels?

"Call the guards, Mr. Bookkeeper, a few more ......"

The deacon shouted as he backed in, and held up his golden ticket to check the light. It's a pity that he has grown so big, and he has never seen such a "giant" ticket. It's purely a frog jumping on the drum - porphy, I don't understand.

The mood of the receiving woman suddenly fell from the clouds to the bottom, and then rose from the bottom to the clouds. At the moment, I don't know whether the golden ticket is real or fake, and whether I am a curse or a blessing. A heart hangs in the air, staring blankly, and my mind goes blank.

The guards arrived, the bookkeeper arrived, and after counting the breath, two more deacons arrived, and politely greeted the yellow-faced man.

"Guest officer, the pavilion master is invited."

The man nodded, and when he walked past Zhao Fushang, he patted the other party's bulging belly and said rudely: "You are going to lose weight." ”

Then he pinched Li Gongzi's cheek again, and said viciously: "You guy, you're very dragged, aren't you?" The half-pound gold chain is generally used to tie the dog. ”

The two of them were silent and did not dare to move.

The man laughed and walked away.

……

Three minutes later, in a small elegant room upstairs, the yellow-faced man picked up his glass.

The blue snail in the cup is loaded and floating, and gradually stretches into pieces of buds. There is a golden bean at the bottom of the cup, reflecting the quiet green water, like the sunset into the river.

He took a small sip of it, which didn't feel hot, and then drank it all and chewed the beans and tea leaves. After putting down the cup, he stretched out his thumb and praised vaguely:

"Shopkeeper, good tea."

Across a small table, the middle-aged man opposite him had a face like a crown of jade, three strands of beard under his chin, smiled and nodded:

"In Xialu Pingzhang, he is the pavilion master of the Furong City branch of Tianji Pavilion."

The man grinned and said:

"Ha, it turned out to be the Lord of the Lu Pavilion, my name is Xiao Yaoke. You guys are very interesting, why don't you ask about the origin of the golden ticket? ”

Lu Pingzhang smiled faintly and said:

"We are businessmen, only responsible for selling utensils and news, and investigating cases is a matter of arrest. The amount of Mithril that Xiao Zhuang asked for was too large, and he was stepping up to mobilize it from several warehouses, so he still had to wait. But those messages you asked about, really, really ......."

The man said "um", and saw a few tea leaves sticking to the wall of the cup. picked up the empty cup and pretended to drink tea, sticking out his tongue and rolling it, thinking that the other party couldn't see it.

Lu Pingzhang remained silent, reached out and tugged at a small rope under the table.

The bell rang crisply, and after a few breaths, a maid walked softly.

Lu Pingzhang said:

"Make another cup of Biluochun for the guest officer, and add two more strange beans."

The maid was slightly blessed, answered "yes", and turned to go. After a dozen breaths, he came in with a cup of tea on a plate.

The man smiled and said:

"The tea is good, and the beans are delicious...... After drinking it, my heart felt comfortable, and every pore seemed to open......"

Lu Pingzhang smiled:

"Xiao Zhuangshi, good eyesight. Tea and beans, although of good variety, are not unusual. It is rare to grow in a place with rich spiritual energy, infiltrated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally it is different......"

The man was stunned for a moment, interrupted and asked:

"Lingcha is so expensive, isn't it?"

"It's not expensive...... It's only twenty taels of silver for a cup. ”

What the?

The man's eyes widened, he pushed the teacup to the center of the table, and said:

"Hehe, I'm not thirsty...... It's not that I can't afford to drink. I just feel that no matter what kind of tea it is, it shouldn't be so expensive, which is equivalent to a few years' rations for a poor family. I heard that someone ate thousands of taels of silver in one meal, and it was crazy. ”

Lu Pingzhang scolded angrily in his heart, pretending, you continue to pretend! His expression was like a spring breeze, he pushed the cup back and said with a smile:

"Xiao Zhuangshi doesn't eat it, but he looks down on Lu. Tianji Pavilion only sells curiosities and news, not tea. ”

That's, that's ......

The man laughed with him for a while, as if sitting on pins and needles, and asked:

"Shopkeeper Lu...... Oh no, Pavilion Lord Lu. It's okay to wait for Mithril, you can tell us the news first and make a price. ”

Lu Pingzhang sighed and said:

"Xiao Zhuangshi, don't play tricks on the old man. The three messages you asked, one more outrageous than the other. Whether you know it or not, I won't dare to mention it to anyone in the future. Let's take a look at the first one, the whereabouts of the magician...... You say, if the old man knew, could his neck still grow on his head and chat with you and drink tea? ”