"Stop, boss, this master's meal money is mine." Mu Zifeng took out a piece of ocean and put it on the table.

"Big brother." The shopkeeper pulled Mu Zifeng over and persuaded in a low voice: "You don't know, in the current years, Taoist priests are mostly pretending, and fortune telling is even more cheating money, don't be fooled." ”

"Let's find money, I think there should be a head."

The middle-aged strong man sighed, said to the old man, you are lucky, and then took the ocean and went to find change.

Of course, Mu Zifeng knew that most of this Taoist priest was "halfway to become a monk on his own", but judging by his age, he should be around 60 years old, not because of poverty, who would come out to cheat and eat and drink to make a living.

"Thank you for this son, don't you want to despise someone to calculate a hexagram for your honor." When the Taoist priest saw Mu Zifeng in the rivers and lakes in need, he sat down next to him gratefully.

"No need, uncle, this little thing is nothing." Mu Zifeng just wants to finish the noodles now.

"Childe, I see Your Excellency's heavenly court full, and your bones are amazed, and it is a blessed life at a glance, and the contemptible person still counts a hexagram for you." Lao Tao insisted on using fortune-telling as a gift in return.

"This ......"

"The ancients gave the grace of a meal, when the spring reciprocated, the contemptible people calculated a hexagram for the son for free, and it should also be, please report the eight characters of the birthday."

Mu Zifeng was reluctant to tell the hexagram, but seeing that Lao Dao was so enthusiastic, he was probably grateful that he had paid for the meal, but it was not easy to refuse, and he thought to himself that now that he has encountered strange things again and again, it may not be a bad thing to count a hexagram.

The Taoist priest stretched out his finger and counted for a long time before standing up and saying, "Childe's face is excellent, but although the dragon is trapped in the pond right now, you must not lose your self, otherwise disaster is imminent." I have 20 words, childe, please remember. ”

"If it is not a thing in the pool, how can you admire the golden foot, the wealth has no appearance, and you can come and go freely." After saying that, Lao Dao stood up, held the flag, and went out laughing.

Mu Zifeng was dumbfounded: What does this mean?

The old Taoist god was chattering, Mu Zifeng didn't know if he could believe the mantra of his cloud mountain fog cover, and just as he was thinking about it, he saw a yellow rune paper on the table. He picked it up and looked at it, and it read: Emperor Fengxuan Zhenwugang.

It is said that the Yuntai View of the Xuandi Palace in Yuntai Mountain is the blessed land where the Emperor Zhenwu cultivated into an immortal, and this rune paper is the seal of the Emperor Zhenwu. Mu Zifeng put the talisman paper in his pants pocket, no matter what, it can be regarded as a souvenir, after all, it is an old-fashioned thanks, it is always a good intention, but it is indeed disrespectful.

After eating the noodles, Mu Zifeng reinvigorated the spirit of Ryoma, his feet were strong, and he walked like the wind on the road. In just half an hour, he rushed back to Chang'an City and returned home to take out Yugui.

Jade is a fragile thing, and it is really inappropriate to put it on the body. So Mu Zifeng turned out the leather bag left by his father back then, carefully stuffed Yugui into the inner layer, wrapped it in a blue package on the outside, and hurried to Sifang Street.

Mu Zifeng has known since he was a child that Sifang Street is a strange piece of land in Chang'an City.

Why? Because Sifang Street, as its name suggests, is boxy and all-encompassing. It is the largest antique market in the Northwest Territories. There are not only century-old shops such as Jinshilou, but also individual customers with baggage, setting up stalls to do business.

The square street is mixed, but it is peaceful. Big business has the helplessness of big business, and small business has the way of living small business. Today it is possible to develop a dominant party, and tomorrow it will be downcast to the street stalls. For example, when the old poles in the antique industry are pecked by eagles, they mistakenly receive a few old "parallel goods", and they may lose money.

Some new pickers who have just entered the industry also have the time to see high-quality products in thousands of parallel goods, and even buy at a low price and sell at a high price, so they earned the first pot of gold and realized the turnaround of salted fish.

Something like this happens every day on Square Street. But there are still all kinds of people waiting to crowd here, because there are so many more opportunities here.

Over time, the rules of survival of Sifang Street have become clearer and clearer, that is, don't block the way for others to get rich, and leave more roads for yourself.

The magistrate must have thought that Sifang Street was most famous for being an antique shop, but this was not the case. Square Street is best known for its pawn shops.

Although there are many antique shops in Sifang Street, there is only one pawnshop, that is, the famous No. 19 pawnshop, also known as the pawnshop of everything.

What is a pawnshop for all things, the general pawnshop can only pawn items, this No. 19 pawnshop as long as the shopkeeper makes a decision, everything can be done, and it is also a pawnshop leading store.

Mu Zifeng looked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and it was the busiest time on Sifang Street. The stalls, the shouts, the big shops have opened, and the small vendors are not to be outdone, filling the stalls with things. It can be described as a busy traffic, and it is the most prosperous.

"This thing of mine is definitely old, it's a pity that you missed it." Mu Zifeng walked past a stall, and an old man in Dongying costume was playing with a pair of small porcelain bottles.

"Is this one of yours real?" The old man's eyes didn't seem to be good, and he leaned closer to take a closer look.

"Hey, if it's fake, I heard that this was dug up from the hall, and it's hot." The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties with a melon skin hat on his head, and he is diligently peddling to the Dongying people.

Mu Zifeng knew that nine times out of ten it was an old parallel import, and the sellers were willing to sell it to foreigners, because they were generous and their ability to identify was not strong, so they were definitely easy to fool.

If he was elsewhere, Mu Zifeng saw that some Chinese people were deceived, and he would definitely help. But in Square Street, you must abide by the rules here, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't do what you shouldn't do. Moreover, the Dongying people have invaded our country many times and robbed countless treasures. The stall owner sold some parallel goods to him, which was also regarded as "ill-gotten gains, which can be taken by others".

So Mu Zifeng didn't have much to do, he just held the blue package tightly in his hand, he knew that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at his hands, there were many rich people in Sifang Street, and there were also many thieves.

I made an appointment with Jia Fatzi before and met at the Tingfeng Teahouse. Tingfeng Teahouse is the largest teahouse on Sifang Street, and it is also a shop run by Boss Wu, a pawnshop at No. 19. Tingfeng Teahouse is next door to Pawnshop 19.

Listening to the wind in the teahouse, the story "never sleeps three", famous in Chang'an.

There are indeed many storytellers in Chang'an City, but why is "Nightless Three" so famous, and even foreign guests who go to the northwest to do business deliberately take a detour to listen to him.

That's because there are three unique storytellings in "Three Nights".

The first must: the message is "fast". "Three Nights" can pull out the freshest things in Chang'an City and even the Great Northwest, and play and sing for comments.

The second must: come to the "true". The news of "Three Nights" sounds absurd, but in fact, it is very close to the real news in the market, and sometimes it is even more true than the newspaper.

The third must: say "long". "Never Night Three" once told the story for three days and three nights in a row, except for eating, drinking and Lazar, without interruption, so that the listeners chased after it for three days and three nights, and they were addicted, and since then the nickname of "Never Night Three" has been spread.

Mu Zifeng had just stepped into the Tingfeng Teahouse, and the courteous shopkeeper greeted him.

"Childe, how many of you?"

"Two of you, take a seat near the table."

"Okay."

The shopkeeper invited Mu Zifeng to his seat, and then served a pot of Biluochun. I forgot to order tea just now, but the second child of this shop is shrewd and brought him such an expensive pot of tea, and it seems that the rest of the ocean in his pocket has to be explained.

Mu Zifeng thought that there was a priceless piece of jade gui in the package, so he didn't care about this little money, he just bent down slightly, and was already sitting upright while lifting Erlang's legs, and the blue package was firmly placed on his lap.

The sitting posture was quite like the eldest young master of the Mu family.

In the center of the teahouse stands a stage, on the stage, a table, a chair, a cup of tea, a person, that person is "three nights".

"Never Night Three" looks to be in his early 30s, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, quite short, and his eyes are rolling straight and wide.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your face, just now I told the legendary story of the big boss covering the northwest. But no matter how powerful this Sha Northwest is, he is just a thief, and he is in the business of killing people and stealing goods. And what we do in Sifang Street is all serious business, and you are all traders who do business with conscience, and compared with you, Sha Northwest is completely unqualified. ”

"Hey, at this time, some officials may ask, how much money can we earn on Sifang Street? Shabei is a big thief who has plundered even villages, villages, and even county seats. ”

"Never Night Three" shook the folding fan lightly, touched the mustache, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be arrogant, covering the northwest is exchanging your life for money." And there was once someone in our Sifang Street who exchanged a thousand gold for a word, and then this thousand gold became ten thousand gold, and this business was compared with all difficulties in the northwest. ”

In a word, the train of 'Three Nights' has run too far. Mu Zifeng shook his head with a smile, storytellers like to exaggerate, and they didn't expect that "Three Nights" would also start to talk nonsense.

"Look, don't laugh at me for." "Never Night Three" seemed to see through Mu Zifeng's thoughts: "Next time, we will talk to you about the most cost-effective business on Sifang Street - in a word." ”

The "Three Nights" is really as clever as a tongue, and the audience has applauded.

It turned out that the "Yiyandang" mentioned by "Never Night Three" happened in the pawnshop at No. 19 Sifang Street, which was a rainy day 20 years ago, and a mysterious pawnbroker came to the pawnshop.

The guest was wearing a hat and a black hat, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and he wanted to open his mouth as 1,000 oceans.

But the guys asked him what it was, worth so much money? But he sneered and didn't speak, and only let the shopkeeper come to see him, and then he was willing to tell the ins and outs.

The No. 19 pawnshop is also a member of the eleven families in Chang'an, and the owner Wu Ziyong is a famous businessman in Chang'an. If it were someone else, the guys would have driven out this guy who didn't know the sky. But the man had a golden pistol pinned to his waist, and the guys naturally didn't dare to slack off, so they had to invite the shopkeeper Wu Ziyong out.

Wu Ziyong saw that that man's popularity was extraordinary, so he asked him what he could do, which was worth a thousand oceans.

The man "laughed", stepped forward, and whispered a few words in Wu Ziyong's ear, and Wu Ziyong's face changed greatly.

However, something strange happened, Wu Ziyong frowned and thought for a while, and then asked the guy to immediately take out 1,000 oceans and offer it.

What was even more strange was that the man took the ocean, did not count it, did not make a sound, and walked out of the pawnshop from the surprised eyes of the men as if no one was around.

"Ladies and gentlemen, later, the guy asked Boss Wu how to keep this account? Boss Wu told him three words. ”

"What three words?" Everyone asked in unison.

"In a word!"