Chapter Seventy-One: Young and Promising
From the lord of your mansion to the fisherman in Liuzhou, everyone knows the origin of "Zhu'an Hall".
This is the name of the private school founded by Jiang Shilang's kindergarten teacher Zhang Lao.
Because he knew that Shiro loved bamboo like his life, and he was as elegant and refined as green bamboo, Zhang Lao took these three words as the name of his private school in order to drag the future students to have Shiro's general talent and ambition.
Hearing Yang Jing say this now, the man in brown looked over.
But thinking of what he had promised to Zhang Lao in advance, he didn't dare to say anything, so he just said, "Childe is very faceless." ”
Yang Jing was also not timid, "The original family is a big family, so I won't come here, and now I am in trouble, alas." Sighed.
The man in brown smiled knowingly.
"Childe is here to be?" The man looked him up and down, only to see that he was simple, but his bearing was extraordinary, he rarely saw it, he stepped forward and was about to speak, someone from the background whispered a few words to him, his eyes were even tighter, and he looked at Yang Jing again.
"Five thousand taels?" The man asked, frowning.
"That's right, that's what he said, and said that if this object can't be done today, bring some other good things in the future, Xiao Liu saw that this kid didn't look like a big talker, so he dragged me to ask the shopkeeper, what should I do about this?"
Yang Jing turned her back and urged, "Call your shopkeeper to take a look, I still have something at home." ”
"Eh, someone has already been sent to ask, Childe wait." The guy at the counter replied.
Not long after, the little guy rejected Yang Jing unexpectedly, and said that she would let her have other good things to come back in the future, but the asking price of this piece of jade was not negotiated.
Yes.
Five thousand taels is not a small amount.
Only if you can negotiate it, there will be ghosts.
She straightened her clothes, nodded and walked out, and didn't stop too much.
As soon as she left, the man in brown walked into the counter, "Do you see it?" Is it good? ”
"The little one is really good."
"Well, next time he comes again, send someone to scare and scare, and pull down the price, like this kind of down-and-out son, there is no such magical confidence, just suppress it."
"Yes, the little one understands."
The man in brown nodded, packed the gift box he had just received, and went out.
Yang Jing mixed in the crowd, followed the man in brown all the way to the west of the city, and saw him walk into Boss Duan's calligraphy and painting shop, standing outside the door without entering, and said with a smile to herself: "I turned around, it turned out to be from here." ”
"Miss!" Far away, Chunno ran over. "Miss! It's really you, I thought I was wrong. ”
Yang Jing turned around excitedly, "Chunnong." ”
"Oh yes, miss, Lin'an has a letter." Haruno raised the letter in Yang's hand and handed it to her.
"You woke up so early today?"
"That's not it, I made an appointment with the old man in the market yesterday to get the green shrimp that I just caught in the river today, you see Miss." Chunno shook the wooden barrel in his hand, and the larger shrimp were still alive and kicking inside.
She touched Chunnong's head, "Then you go back to cooking, I'll be back in a while." ”
"Okay." Chunno walked away alive.
Yang Jing opened the letter as she walked, looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.
"Great, really good!" She couldn't help but say.
It's a pity that Chunno has already gone away, or maybe she will ask her what is good.
Yang Jing looked very excited, she walked back and forth in the same place, almost forgetting what she was doing when she came out, and hurriedly went to find Uncle Liu and asked him to drive the carriage to help pick up someone at the dock.
And she herself came to Meng Jinchen's house again, knocked on the door, and the courtyard door opened as soon as she pushed it.
She poked her head in, quietly, not like someone was there.
Could it be that Brother Meng went out to look for Shen Yao?
Thinking about it, her excitement after reading the letter slowly cooled down, Meng Jinchen is not an ordinary person, his ancestor is a medicine elder, and based on this alone, he must not be a mortal.
Yao Lao has extraordinary medical skills, but Meng Jinchen never showed it, only said that he was willing to help watch the pharmacy.
But for some reason, Yang Jing always felt that this person would leave, and it seemed that the pharmacy had to find someone to take care of it.
But who to look for?
It's a question that needs to be thought about.
She stayed outside the courtyard of Meng Jinchen's house for a while, but no one came back, so she had to return empty-handed.
It's a pity that Ben still wants to take this opportunity to introduce the two of them to each other.
No matter what, Lan Qiming can come, which means that Lin'an's chaos has been dealt with by him.
The thought of this made her heart feel extremely relieved, and she left happily under her feet.
Lin'an's Yang family is notoriously fierce because of their humble ancestors, not to mention short-sightedness, and their love of money is also notoriously fierce, and several sisters-in-law in the Yang family's clan are even more pungent and unreasonable.
The Yang family has no feelings for them.
But after all, it is also her old home, if she can't handle the relationship with the Yang family well, I'm afraid that it will always be a thorn in the throat, and she will be in a dilemma.
Back at the shop, she told Chun Nong the news that Lan Qiming would arrive tonight, and the two of them hurriedly cleaned up an extra bed and cleaned up the shop.
Then he changed into a new light green dress and rushed to the dock.
Uncle Liu agreed in advance, and the carriage also arrived.
Yang Jing stood at the dock, watching the people coming and going, staring at every ship moored and docked side by side with Chunnong, for fear of missing Lan Qiming.
Half an hour later, a magnificent steamer "buzzed" and sailed, Chunnong looked at it and asked, "Miss, Lan Qiming won't take this boat, right?" ”
Sure enough, Lan Qiming was standing on the deck in an elegant blue shirt and waving at this side.
Yang Jing smiled from ear to ear, "It seems that he has made a lot of money." ”
This ship is so big, it can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and it is beautifully decorated, and at a glance it is not an ordinary ship, and Yang Jing is really happy that he can take such a ship.
"Miss Yang." After a while, Lan Qiming knelt down in front of Yang Jing as soon as he landed ashore.
Yang Jing held him up, "You don't have to do this, let's go, it's inconvenient to talk here, let's get into the carriage." She stared at the black pupil in front of her, "Huh, your eyes?" ”
Lan Qiming in front of him swept away the depression and suffering in the Huaiyin Land Temple, his eyes were clear, and his face was ruddy.
"Let's talk about getting in the car."
They walked towards Uncle Liu's carriage and sat down, but Uncle Liu's voice suddenly remembered, "You, who are you?" ”
Lan Qiming lifted the curtain, "Oh, these are my things, let them carry them into the car together." ”
Chun Nong squeezed out his head curiously and pulled Yang Jing's arm, "Miss, Miss, look!" ”
Yang Jing smiled and pulled Chun Nong back to sit down, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”
When the things were moved, the carriage was heavy, and the movement slowed down a lot.
Lan Qiming sat opposite her, and when he heard this, he replied: "Back to the master, it's just some precious medicinal herbs and furs, it's about to be autumn, and the sun is getting colder, so I brought some by the way." ”
"Master?" Haruno was surprised.
Yang Jing didn't speak, and Lan Qiming said again: "The master has the grace of reinvention for me, and it is not too much to be a cow or a horse." ”
Counting it, Lan Qiming is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has lost his childishness early between his eyebrows and eyes, and his temperament is gentle and polite, and those who don't know think he is in his twenties.