Zuixianju is the largest restaurant in Chun'an City, there are two double-storey buildings in front of and back, the south building in front of the street, mainly for catering and banquets, and the north building in the back is residential, with a total of 66 rooms in the middle and low grades.

The shopkeeper Wang left Meng Qingyun with the No. 1 room of the first word, the largest and best upper room in the whole restaurant.

After two days of tiring carriage and horses, it was indeed physically and mentally exhausting, so Meng Qingyun and Asakusa entered the room and did a simple wash first. Then Shopkeeper Wang arranged for someone to bring lunch in, and Ma San and other subordinates, he also had Zhang Luo's arrangement, so they didn't have to bother.

Before eating, the shopkeeper Wang came in and said with a smile: "Wang Wu arrived yesterday, because there are still luggage personnel on the ship, so he didn't live here." I have sent to inform him to come and see the girl. From here to the ferry, back and forth, half an hour is always wanted, and Yuan Niang can eat first. ”

Meng Qingyun's feeling at this time was especially like going out to inspect his own chain hotel in his previous life, time and space were chaotic, strange and familiar.

She smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Don't dare."

Shopkeeper Wang bowed down and withdrew.

Meng Qingyun's master and servant sat and ate opposite each other. The meal was exquisite, one of the dried stalagmites of Chun'an's specialty was delicious and refreshing, and the four of them liked it very much, and they actually ate the bottom of the plate.

After the meal, rinse your mouth, serve tea, and the tip of the dove pit is also a Chun'an specialty.

As soon as Meng Qingyun put the teacup in his hand and took the first sip, he heard a commotion on the south side of the building, and it was transmitted to the north building across the courtyard. And this noise is like a tide, and it is actually wave after wave.

She was about to ask Zijing to go out to have a look, when Shopkeeper Wang and Ma San knocked on the door and came in.

"There happens to be a singing today, do you want to go ahead and take a look?"

"Singing?" Meng Qingyun asked curiously, "Singing opera or singing?" ”

Shopkeeper Wang laughed: "It's not singing, it's not singing." There is a small Qiyun Temple in the local area, the abbot passed away a few days ago, and his last words were to ask the disciples to take out some of his relics and send them to sing, and the results obtained from the singing were used to repair the golden body of the Bodhisattva in the temple. ”

After his explanation, Meng Qingyun realized that it was an auction.

This is unusual, she has naturally seen the auction house auction in modern times, the lot is not an antique cultural play or jade jewelry, the ancient auction is the first time to see, naturally to open her eyes.

The shopkeeper Wang led the way in front of the head, and Meng Qingyun took the three maidservants and Ma San, and the group passed through the corridor on the second floor and arrived at the south building.

The south building is double-storey, the middle lobby is empty, there is a two-foot high platform in the center of the first floor, surrounded by a low guardrail, there is a father and daughter playing the piano and singing on the platform, and the guests who dine around are drinking tea and listening to music, and there are also those who are accustomed to chatting with themselves. At this time, it was already past the meal, but it was still full, so it can be seen that everyone knows that there will be a singing later, waiting to see the excitement.

Shopkeeper Wang took Meng Qingyun to the Meizi private room on the second floor, and when he opened the window, he could see the high platform downstairs, with an excellent view.

Meng Qingyun and the others sat down, and Shopkeeper Wang instructed the guys to serve tea and eight-color melon and fruit snacks.

The abbot of the Little Qiyun Temple is quite famous in the local area, and the good deeds of cultivating the golden body for the Bodhisattva have attracted many guests. The monk of the Little Qiyun Temple has already arrived, and is taking care of the items that will be sent to sing later. The father and daughter sang the song in general, and there was a performance of 'Hu Bang' later, which is worth watching. ”

Meng Qingyun looked at the performers and the audience at this time, and when he was full of interest, he smiled and said: "I haven't seen it before, I'm happy to see anything, you just have to be busy, don't worry about me." If anything happens to me, I will call my servant maid to you. ”

Shopkeeper Wang really can't accompany her. This singing warmed up for two days, and now the restaurant is almost full, and it is estimated that there are many guests who want to participate in the auction, and he has to be present to maintain the total, so he sued himself and withdrew.

The father and daughter who sang sang two tunes, received some scattered tips, and withdrew. Then a sturdy and short young man came up and performed "nonsense". He took a stick in each hand, pierced a small rope in the middle, and pulled it with his hand, and something on the rope rolled back and forth.

Meng Qingyun smiled: "It turned out to be shaking empty bamboo." ”

But even from her point of view, this man's empty bamboo performance is quite good, first played a single empty bamboo for a while, and then turned into two empty bamboos, every time the empty bamboo was thrown high, it attracted a group of guests to exclaim in unison. From time to time, he also did some bells and whistles such as somersaults, splits, and turnovers, which made the guests cheer and applaud again and again.

After this man's performance, the venue finally warmed up.

A few guys in the store quickly carried up a piece of paper and put it in it; and a small gong stand with a shiny gong hanging beside it; Then he carried two mahogany boxes, which presumably contained the items for singing.

Then, a middle-aged Sven man wearing a round-necked robe and two mustaches on his lips walked up to the stage with square steps, standing firmly behind the case.

Finally, two monks came up and stood quietly in the farthest corner, with their eyebrows lowered and their hands tied.

The middle-aged man with a mustache clasped his fists in all directions, and said loudly: "The high-ranking friends and distinguished guests are invited, and the contemptible person is the shopkeeper of Delong's quality warehouse, surnamed Wu." Today, the abbot of the small Qiyun Temple passed away, left his last words on his deathbed, contributed a number of posthumous objects, and entrusted the contemptible people to sing here. The funds obtained, in addition to being used for funerals, are used to repair the golden body of the Bodhisattva in the temple. If the high-ranking guests have something they like, they will ask for the price according to my rules, and the one with the highest price will get it. This is also a good thing to accumulate virtue and do good, and the contemptible people thank you first for the little Qiyun Temple. ”

The two monks also stepped forward, folded their hands and thanked everyone.

Xiao Qiyun Temple has been in Chun'an for decades, the incense is okay, the abbot of mercy is even more famous, the people know him, they are quite respectful, and the guests present have returned the salute to the two monks.

After the opening remarks, the auction officially began.

The monks first took a string of Buddhist beads and put it on the case, and the mustachioed Wu shopkeeper held it up with a handkerchief, showed it to everyone, and sang: "A string of agarwood Buddha beads, the starting price is one or two." ”

Below, a guest shouted: "One or two." ”

"One tael, one penny."

"One, two, two."

Meng Qingyun watched it with relish in the private room, although the auction rules are not much different from the modern ones, but they are all ancients, and it is really fresh and interesting in such a restaurant.

After a while, the price of this string of agarwood Buddha beads reached one or two or eight yuan, and no one shouted.

The shopkeeper Wu asked three times in a row, picked up the wooden hammer and struck the gong, and sang: "A three tables of distinguished guests, one or two eight dollars, get a string of agarwood Buddha beads~"

Only then did Meng Qingyun know that every table below was also marked, and sure enough, these small doorways were common in ancient and modern times.

The second thing to sing is a nanmu walking stick, which is said to have been used by the abbot of Ci'en to practice when he was young, and he also enjoyed incense in many temples. The starting price is two taels, and the final bid price is three taels and two dollars.

According to convention, the front is hot, and the main play is behind.

Sure enough, when the third thing was taken out, it was not ordinary, a six-legged lotus double phoenix pond inkstone. According to today's market, She Yan ranks third among the four famous inkstones. And the shopkeeper Wu also said that this inkstone is still from the previous dynasty, and the carving inkstone is still a famous craftsman, and there is a payment at the bottom of the inkstone. It is an antiquity and a famous artist, and the starting price is twenty taels.

Now, although there are fewer people bidding the price, the price is louder.

"Twenty-two taels!"

"Twenty-five taels!"

"Thirty taels!"

In the end, it was sold for 36 taels. One inkstone is enough for a small family to chew for a year.

The guests in the restaurant all paid attention to the guests who finally took pictures of the inkstone, and some people asked the identity of the person, and the answer was that it was outside the king of the north of the city.

"No wonder!"

"The eldest man of the Wang family is the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, and Erlang is the magistrate of the outgoing county."

"The Wang family's lacquer business is also doing a lot."

Meng Qingyun heard these discussions upstairs, and his heart suddenly moved.

However, after taking a piece of inkstone of 36 taels of silver, there is such a person carrying a sedan chair for this king, so if it is a really high price, wouldn't it be known to the whole city.

She suddenly had an idea, and said to Asakusa: "You listen to my orders in a while, if I fancy something, you will bargain for me." ”