Chapter 23 The Way of Communication
"This crescent white fabric is only worn by dignitaries, and the guest officer can see that the fabric of this dress is so smooth, and it will be very comfortable to wear, which will definitely enhance your extraordinary temperament." Xiao Er smiled with crooked eyebrows, praised his clothes, praised Zhao Xiaoyun, and praised Zhao Xiaoyun straight to the sky.
But today, Zhao Xiaoyun seemed to have a bad brain, and his brain didn't think about it, and asked directly: "Who likes these clothes?" β
The smile on the corner of Xiao Er's mouth stiffened a little, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Zhao Xiaoyun and Zhao An a little unkindly, these two people are not here to make trouble, they must be the most popular in Luoyang City that can be sold ready-to-wear, and they are also the favorite of dignitaries and nobles. So, how do they sell their clothes.
Just when Xiao Er didn't know how to reply, he had just come from the backyard, and the shopkeeper suddenly said,
"There are so many colors and types of clothes, everyone wears a different effect, and Childe should look at which type he likes, not who likes the dress."
Of course, Zhao Xiaoyun knows that the truth is so, but let her wear the type that the ten permanent attendants like, it is better to let her drag out to parade, after all, if it were not for these eunuchs, how could the Eastern Han Dynasty be divided into three countries, all of which were the ancestors of the Chinese, who fought back and forth, and so many people died in vain.
The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Xiaoyun and didn't speak, and continued, "If the son really likes this crescent white dress, he will give it to you in the future, and he should make a friend,"
Zhao Xiaoyun is not stupid, he has nothing to do, he is either a traitor or a thief, "You are the principal here?" β
The shopkeeper is very young, he looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he is dressed very plainly, but he has a good temperament, not like a businessman, more like a scholar, suitable for shaking his head with the Analects in his hand.
However, it is such a shopkeeper with a very scholarly temperament, and it did not let Zhao Xiaoyun let down his guard, after all, in modern times, if he has not seen the White Lotus, where will he easily trust people.
"Under the surname Song Mingli, the word Shuiqiao, there is no meaning in giving Gongzi a robe, I just feel that Gongzi is not a thing in the pool, and I am willing to exchange things for Gongzi's interactions." Song Li took the crescent white robe that Xiao Er took off, handed it to Zhao Xiaoyun, and said slowly.
Zhao Xiaoyun sighed secretly, the ancients had deep routines, but they were so straightforward. It's a pity that I'm a loner in history, and I don't seem to have any other interpersonal interactions. Song Li's statement of intersecting may not be realized, and it is even more impossible for him to pick up this robe.
At the moment, he refused in a gentle tone, "I'm just a civilian, how to talk about the things in the pool, I don't deserve such a generous gift from the shopkeeper." β
Song Li smiled and retracted his hand, as if it was not himself who spoke just now, "Since the son is unwilling to intersect at this time, he can only wait for an opportunity in the future." β
The corners of Zhao Xiaoyun's mouth twitched, I'm about to leave here, where did I come from to associate with you in the future. But in case of goodbye, it's better to have more friends than multiple enemies. Thinking about it, I still politely replied, "I am also looking forward to intersecting with the shopkeeper Song, but it is not early today, and there are still mothers waiting at home, this time I am sorry for the shopkeeper." β
After speaking, Zhao Xiaoyun pulled Zhao An away.
Song Li didn't stop him, and let the two of them walk out of Xiangling Pavilion.
Zhao An watched Zhao Xiaoyun talking to Song Li and Xiao Er on the side before, and did not say anything, but nodded secretly, Yun'er will not accept gifts from others privately, her heart is firm, and when she makes a difference in the future, she must stick to her heart.
On the way back, Zhao Xiaoyun didn't have the heart to think about whether the thighs were grinding or not, but was thinking, what was the friendship of the ancients, whether they were all so refreshing, if they were all like this, then they had to get used to it, otherwise they would really have no friends, in this strange ancient time, leaving their parents and being alone, how pitiful.
"Is Zilong thinking about today's events?" Zhao An seemed to be able to read Zhao Xiaoyun's heart, and suddenly asked out loud.
Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly felt that he had a father and mother, and he couldn't find his father and mother when he encountered something, so he was left to figure it out by himself, and it was strange if he could figure it out. "Zilong has never interacted with people, and he doesn't know how to intersect with people, today, I'm afraid the two of them have been abrupt."
Zhao An snorted and said, "The interaction between the ladies is determined by the relationship between the two families, if the relationship is good, they will often come and go, and there will naturally be friendship, and between men, on the one hand, it will be a family, on the other hand, it will be their own vision, if they can come and go in the future, they will have a good vision, and if they can't communicate, they will forget." β
Zhao Xiaoyun thought for a while, "What does Dad mean that they think I have a lot of temperament when they look at me, so they want to intersect and leave a way?" β
Zhao An agreed with Zhao Xiaoyun's understanding, "It's just a piece of clothing, it's nothing to the shopkeeper of Xiangling Pavilion, if it is exchanged for a possible friendship in the future, it will be a big profit." β
Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly realized, cast a wide net to catch fish, catch one by one, after understanding the truth in the middle, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but pat his thigh, regretting, "I knew that I would have taken that robe, maybe I could get a few more good fabrics." β
Zhao An resisted the urge to kill his own daughter, and said in a very bad tone, "A gentleman should treat people with courtesy, not things." β
"An, Dad, if we meet in the future, I won't have a good relationship, your daughter, your son is an upright man." Zhao Xiaoyun explained, she just said that, if she really wanted her to take it, she didn't want to, she was short of people, and when she met in the future, she was embarrassed to refuse if she wanted to.
Zhao An sighed leisurely, as if recalling something, and muttered, "Someone said this before. β
Zhao Xiaoyun was curious, who was this person, but she was sure that this person had become a corrupt official, otherwise why would his father not even say his name.
"Helpβ"
On the side of the road, a woman suddenly called for help, Zhao Xiaoyun's ears were not as powerful as Zhao An's, but the voice was so loud that he could tell where the woman was calling for help.
"Dad, let's go and save people." Zhao Xiaoyun turned the horse rope and rushed to the other side of the sound, the little white horse was extremely cooperative, and walked over leisurely. Zhao Xiaoyun was so anxious that he couldn't wait to get off the horse and run away.
Zhao An was the first to speed past Zhao Xiaoyun. This scene made Zhao Xiaoyun, who was eating dust behind him, envious.
"Help, don't come here." The woman was in tears, covering the placket of her chest, and prayed pitifully while crying for help.
However, the three men in front of him didn't pay attention to the woman's request at all, and smiled rudimentarily, staring at the woman's delicate figure very obscenely, "You screamed throat, and no one came to save you, die." Little lady. β