The main street of Hucheng extends to North Street, and the green tile stone is tired of a layer of hoarfrost.

Er Sheng looked at the bald crow with a hoarse throat on the branches, shrunk his sleeves, Su Xin went to collect rent with Master Jing's people, otherwise it would not be his turn to serve the master.

Unless necessary, the master has never entered the shop on the street, but for the first time, he wants to enter this shop to have a look. Ersheng didn't dare to question it, and pushed him into the store according to his master's wishes.

"Go, go, the paralyzed come in and see what." The shopkeeper caught a glimpse of a cripple coming in, with an abacus in one hand and no one looking up.

It's not that he looks down on people, it's just that a few days ago, there was a cripple who was also a lot of toss, and the guys in their shop were busy serving, but people looked at it and didn't see anything.

Recently, he is not in the mood to do paralyzed business.

Hearing this, Er Sheng's face darkened, and the armrests that clenched the back of Nanmu's chair creaked.

Xu saw that the two patrons had no intention of leaving, and the shopkeeper took an impatient look.

On Nanmu's wheelchair, the man's long hair that poured wantonly on his back was crow-blue, which was described as wanton, but it did not make people feel that there was any rudeness, but it looked like a gorgeous temperament.

The boy had a silver stove with a white magnolia pattern in his arms, and his slender eyeliner, especially when his eyebrows were slightly constricted, looked extremely gentle.

Guest? It's the gold owner!

"Look, I'm settling accounts and being confused, how can there be a reason for a distinguished guest to come and rush out?" The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth flashed a flattering smile, and he immediately stopped the abacus, and wanted to serve in person.

Jing Mohuai bowed slightly.

Stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, his master didn't say anything, and Ersheng didn't dare to make his own assertions, but just waved his hand, letting the shopkeeper go and busy himself, so he didn't have to bother.

The shopkeeper's happy leisure, this son's bad posture can always make people characterize it as gentle and harmless from the beginning.

For a while, there was only the sound of Nanmu's wheelchair rolling in the shop.

Suddenly, under the black big cloud, a hand was stretched out, and Jing Mohuai slightly bent the knuckle of his index finger and knocked on one of the corners of the cabinet.

The shopkeeper was a shrewd man, and he immediately understood, and took out the white hosta from the cabinet.

The jade really didn't have any emerald color at all, and the jade color of mutton fat seemed to be flowing, rich and dripping.

The shopkeeper looked nervously.

Now in the past year, his business is not good, especially in this store, in addition to jewelry, more business is antiques. Like this mutton fat hosta, no one has looked down on it for two or three years.

Hucheng is a small place after all, and the cloth clothes and hairpins can't afford it, and the big families can't look down on such plain and colorless ones, so they are blind and have a piece of jade.

The mutton fat hosta with a transparent body was gently rubbed by the man's beautiful bone joints, and the shopkeeper was stunned for a while, and he felt that the man's hands were more bony than the white hosta.

His lips are very thin, and even his eyes always reveal a sense of indifference, and most of these people are indifferent.

To buy is to buy, not to buy is not to buy, the shopkeeper's long eyes, not much to say and not to force.

Outside the shop, the frost was more like a rough cloth that sharpened the soles of the passers-by's feet.

There are two shadows standing outside the door, one of which is a woman's waist is not full of hands, her skin is snowy, and her forehead is adorned with a red bean gold silk disc buckle.

"That's not ......," the little girl exclaimed.

"Shhh ”

Soon, I will be able to stand by your side above board.