The imperial city of Liang Kingdom, the smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, the uneven 100,000 households. The bazaar displays all kinds of pearls, and Hu Ying Luo Qi competes for luxury.

After a few months of absence, Yan Shuangfei once again stepped into Linnan Street, and the bustling traffic and bustle once again imprinted into her eyes.

"Childe, the imperial city is the imperial city, it is really so prosperous and lively, and there are so many delicious and fun things!" The painting jumped and jumped excitedly, and almost didn't fly into the sky. Every time she went to a stall, she would come over and play with the new and interesting things, not only to look at them, but also to buy a lot of them.

"Xiaohua, I really want you to calculate how much money you spent along the way!" Yan Shuangfei glared at the painting angrily and complained.

"What are you afraid of, isn't Childe the son of a 'well-known' rich merchant in Xulin? What is this little money! Hey! Blowing the painting smiled happily, his eyes lit up, and he saw a small stall pinching clay figures, and hurriedly dragged Yan Shuangfei over. Childe, look at this, how cute it is, do you want to pinch a pair for you and the palace master? ”

"Huh?" Yan Shuangfei looked at the colorful colored clay, and suddenly became interested.

"Boss, how do you sell this?" Seeing Yan Shuangfei's expectant look, he suddenly understood and asked the boss who was pinching the clay figure.

The boss is an old man who is nearly sixty years old, and his business is very good today, and there are many onlookers, but he is still busy raising his head and saying to the painting: "Ten cents a piece, you can buy more can be cheaper." ”

"Okay, I'm going to buy a hundred!" Blowing the picture said loudly.

The old man's hand stiffened, and he looked at the painting in amazement. Not only the boss, but even the onlookers who bought clay next to them also turned their attention to the blowing painting.

Yan Shuangfei smiled awkwardly, hurriedly pulled the blow painting aside, and asked in a low voice, "Are you crazy?" Why do you buy so much? ”

Fuhua pouted innocently and said, "A clay person is ten cents, and a hundred clay figures are only one or two silver." I just just want to buy one or two clay figurines, and he has to find me for hundreds of dollars, so is it possible for me to carry a few strings of copper coins on my back to go shopping? ”

Yan Shuangfei came back to his senses at this time, the ancient silver was actually very valuable, especially for these ordinary people. According to the "exchange rate" here, one tael of silver can be exchanged for a thousand cents. Now the smallest "face value" of the silver on her and Fuihua's bodies is also five taels, so if you buy one or two clay figurines, you will really have to find several strings of copper coins.

"Boss, a hundred!" Seeing that Yan Shuangfei was also stunned, she immediately showed her brightest smile, walked back to the clay figure stall, and said loudly.

"This son, I'm afraid I can't make so many clay figures at this time......" the old man said embarrassedly.

"I don't want it now, you can pinch it in the next few days, and I'll come back to pick it up in a few days." Fuki said seriously.

The old man nodded again and again, but suddenly realized an important question, and hurriedly asked, "But I don't know what kind of clay figure Gongzi wants?" ”

"Well, I don't know what it looks like, you can make ninety random clay figures with different appearances first, and the remaining ten will be made when I come back." The painting was obviously moving, and he explained it seriously, and he didn't forget to hand over the silver. "This is five taels of silver, you can do it well, you don't need to look for it. Now, let's pinch one for me and the boy next to me. ”

The boss happily took the silver handed over by the blowing painting and smiled happily. Yan Shuangfei shrugged helplessly, and was about to speak, but was dragged by the blowing painting.

"Okay-" The old man shouted, hurriedly finished pinching the clay figurine in his hand, handed it to the guest waiting next to him, and picked up the materials and pinched it while watching Yan Shuangfei fly.

Yan Shuangfei smiled unnaturally, but when he saw the serious expression on her face, he was forced to submit silently because of her "obscenity".

The clay figure was quickly pinched, and Fuhua and Yan Shuangfei each held one and continued to walk forward.

Yan Shuangfei looked at this clay figure while walking, although the sparrow was small, it was full of organs, and it was really a little similar to her, which made her feel more cute the more she looked at it.

"How's that, it's cute, isn't it? When the time comes, let the boss make a few for the palace master and the little book, and let them be surprised! Fuhua said proudly, raising the wooden stick in his hand, facing the bright sunlight and admiring the colorful clay figures.

"You, where do you look like a man, others will know that you are ...... when they look closely"

"Ahh Yan Shuangfei hurriedly held the painting up, but his hand touched the pedestrian next to him, and the clay figure fell to the ground. The passers-by rubbed shoulders one after another, and they didn't look carefully at the road under their feet, and suddenly stepped on the clay figure, and the clay figure was suddenly unrecognizable.

"My clay figurine-" Blowing the painting exclaimed, and he was about to pick it up, but was stopped by Yan Shuangfei.

"Xiaohua, forget it, it's all rotten, let's make another one." Yan Shuangfei was afraid that he would be trampled on by passers-by when he blew the painting, so he hurriedly stopped him.

Seeing that the clay figure had changed beyond recognition, Fuhua suddenly became angry, raised his head and glared at the passerby who had just hit her.

Before he could start scolding, the passer-by grinned and questioned with a "thief shouting to catch a thief". "Hey, how do you walk? You don't have long eyes, huh? ”

The sharp female voice came into the ears of the blowing painting, and the blowing painting was angry, not to be outdone, and replied: "Who hit whom, who walks without looking at the road, who doesn't have long eyes, you know it in your own heart!" ”

"Heh, you're still polite? You don't look at who you hit against? You can still be wild here?! The savage voice raised an octave more.

Yan Shuangfei was admiring the classic line of scolding just now, but when he heard the woman's voice again, he was startled, and subconsciously looked up at the person.

"Of course, I know who the person in front of me is, but it's just a shrew who scolds the street." Fuki sneered and said unceremoniously. She crossed her hands on her hips and her eyes shot sharply at the two women opposite, in such a state that she had completely forgotten that she was now a "man......

"You ......" The woman in red was about to continue scolding, but was stopped by the woman in green next to her. I saw the woman in Tsing Yi smiled at the painting in a friendly manner, and apologized softly: "This little brother, there were too many people just now, we didn't look at the road carefully, I'm really sorry to bump into you." ”

Although the anger of the painting was reduced a little because of the woman's apology, but looking at the already tattered clay figure on the ground, and remembering the arrogance of the other woman just now, I really couldn't swallow this breath, and I still didn't give in. "Sorry?! Only now do you know to say sorry? Then dare to ask the shrew next to the girl, should she also apologize? ”