"Maybe it's the son of a family, and he must be the best in the family, otherwise how can he make meritorious contributions to the fifth level at this age, you look at his bauhinia, the old man has been traveling north and south for so many years, and he can see at a glance that he is not a mortal thing, it is definitely warm in winter and cool in summer, and he can also resist demon breath and swords!"

"Then you can look away, the most valuable thing is his sword, which is definitely a treasure in the stream, and it is still the best ...... in the hundred gold level."

Everyone was talking, and Su Ang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and found a place to take off the red crown.

"Brother Su, you wear boots and hang them without a lord, you should be careful of the soldiers in the county town looking for trouble. ”

Watching Su Ang put the red plate crown into his cuffs, Ji Ran laughed wittily.

"Isn't this still you?" Su Ang pointed to Ji Ran's pale golden crown.

After sharing the credit, Ji Ran is the fourth-level knighthood 'no more', of course, because he is still at the level of 'Shi', he needs a lot less credit than Su Ang, and his status is also much worse, so that the remaining credit is enough for Ji Ran to sit in the position of the head of the tun.

But even the fourth-level 'no more' knight, at Ji Ran's age, is a very rare young hero.

With Ji Ran, which of the soldiers in the county town who is blind will look for trouble?

Ji Ran laughed: "Then you just don't have to keep up with the book." ”

......

It doesn't matter if the fourth-level is not a knight, but a doctor who is not more than twenty years old is too eye-catching.

Su Ang hid the red crown and felt a lot more comfortable, although some people thought that his dress was too gorgeous, but the thing like just now as if the gorilla was being watched by people did not happen again.

Like Chen'an County, Shenxing County is also divided into many square districts, the periphery is relatively old, and the streets are also a little potholed, but the further inside, the streets become smoother and cleaner, and the houses on both sides of the road have also begun to be hollowed out, and even carved Wenjie's poems, which are used to highlight the literary style and politics of a place.

"The best sword, sharpen iron like clay, come and see, don't suffer losses and don't be fooled!"

"Scaleless carving, lettering does not leave bamboo crumbs. ”

"The best green bamboo slips, white iron slips, red copper slips and silver mirror slips, look at these silver mirror slips, bright enough to shine a human figure, absolutely genuine licensed goods, if not the lack of money at home, how can it be sold for thirty gold...... Don't miss it when you walk by, cheap only today!"

Suddenly, Su Ang and Ji Ran heard a lot of shouting.

Especially when they heard the name of Yinjing Jane, both of them couldn't help but stop and walked towards the fang area to the east.

For a long time, Su Ang has used green bamboo slips and white iron slips, and the white iron slips are all used for careful budgeting, not to mention the more advanced red copper slips, and the silver mirror slips are a good thing that is one level higher than the red copper slips, and they only sell for thirty gold, but they are very cheap.

When they walked into the gate of the Fang District, they immediately saw a bustling scene, with vendors on both sides of the street, and pedestrians on the road, and the pedestrians were in a hurry, and their steps were all steady.

There may be stupid people inside, maybe there are stupid ones, but all of them are cultivators, either Wenjie or Ren Xia, and there are even many monks who are covered in tattoos, picking and choosing from the stalls.

Ji Ran saw someone in a stall who took the goods and paid for them and left, so he wondered and wondered: "Isn't there a transaction slip here?"

"It doesn't seem to be. Su Ang was a little happy.

According to the law of the Yao Kingdom, all transactions need to be written, which is a proof of tax payment, and it is also to prevent shoddy and counterfeit goods from happening, just like Ge You, the tax collector he met in Chen'an County, is in charge of this kind of thing.

But there is no simple money in this city, that is, one hand to pay and one hand to deliver, the goods will not be returned, and you have to take advantage of it or suffer a big loss...... This is interesting, and it is much worse than the gambling stones of later generations.

Su Ang couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that there are talents in Shenxing County in charge of Fang City, if I guess correctly, most of the goods in this are fake, but there are real ones, it all depends on your own eyesight...... The tax collector does not collect taxes, but collects money according to the stalls, and whether he sells more or less depends on his own two mouths. ”

"That's interesting. Ji Ran was eager to try.

"Do we still have any money?" Su Ang pouted.

"You don't have to worry about a lot of debt, and you don't have to itch if you have a lot of lice. ”

Ji Ran took out a stack of golden tickets from his cuffs and stuffed them to Su Ang: "If you owe 16,000 gold cakes, you owe 20,000 yuan, so it's better to make up the whole." Now, we can buy whatever we need to buy a golden ticket for 2,000 gold cakes. ”

"You're filling your pocket!" Su Ang glared angrily.

"Brother Su, you're wrong. ”

Ji Ran shook off the golden ticket in his hand, and pointed to Su Ang's hand, "It's the two of us who have filled their own pockets, half of each person, and no one can run." ”

"Okay. Su Ang was relieved.

Then he walked to the stall: "You have to pay the profit of 4,000 gold." ”

"Brother Su, you have changed, you don't care about your brother anymore. ”

Ji Ran's face was full of grievances, and he followed with a smile......

............

Not to mention such a terrible figure as 20,000 gold, even if it is a profit of one and a half cents per month, it is enough to crush ordinary Peng-level officials, but Su Ang and Ji Ran don't care at all, they are used to seeing strong winds and waves, and a little money, so they don't take it very seriously.

However, Su Ang calculated it, according to the price of grain, one and a half taels is equivalent to nearly two yuan in later generations, a piece of gold cake is five hundred and seventy-six and a half taels, according to a thousand yuan, twenty thousand gold cakes is also a terrible number of twenty million soft sister coins......

[20 million, a month's profit is 3 million, hiss...... When did I stop looking at 20 million?]

Su Ang had a sense of dislocation in time and space.

But it was also a kind of progress, he walked along the street with a smile, passed by the place where the carving was sold and stood for a stop, and found that there was nothing better than the water spirit carving, so he continued to walk forward.

Then there is the stall of the fine iron sword, a sword with a handle is placed on the stall, it looks sharp, but it is not allowed to be slashed by the test, so from the price point of view, whether it is a loss or an advantage, most of it depends on eyesight and luck.

Su Ang wanted to prepare a few spare fine iron swords for Ji Ran, but when he asked Tang Bohu in the divine court, Tang Bohu replied, 'A bunch of garbage', and he gave up.

"Is there really no good sword?" asked Suang again.

Tang Bohu rolled his eyes and said, "According to the price, there are a few that don't lose money, but what is this kind of garbage bought for?"

Well, it's not that it's not good, it's that it's all garbage in your eyes...... Su Ang remembered a stalk he had heard before, rolled his eyes, and stopped asking.

To tell the truth, even if he is not ranked among the people of the Twelve Dynasties, Tang Bohu's vision is very high.

Take the fine iron sword to ask, I'm sorry, it's my brain that is convulsive......

Further ahead was the stall selling bright silver slips, to Su Ang's surprise, this cheap bright silver slips that only sold for thirty gold actually had three full three rolls, he picked up one of them, and just about to transport it before he got angry, the stall owner turned black.

The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man, full of mercenary and shrewdness, but he turns out to be a good level of Ren Xia.

He snatched back the bright silver slip from Su Ang's hand, and said angrily: "Go and go, it's a foreigner who doesn't understand the rules! You don't understand the rules of our real and fake Fang City, you can't use talent, you can't use demonic breath, and you can't use the soul power of Fang Shi...... There are true and false in this, if you want to make money, rely on your eyesight to fight!"

"Hey, hey!"

The stall owner put the bright silver slip back, and said with a strange smile: "Of course, you can also look at luck, we have a tax yamen and the Jin family in charge of the real and fake Fang City, and there are genuine goods on each stall every day, if you are lucky, you can buy a bright silver slip for thirty gold...... Try it, only 30 gold, bright silver Jane take home!"

The stall owner's tone is full of seduction.

Su Ang pursed his lips: "But what if the three volumes of bright silver Jane are all fake?"

"Ignorant child! There are real and fake in the real and fake markets, there are absolutely real goods on the stalls, don't buy them if you don't understand them, don't buy them if you don't want to!

The stall owner jumped up like a monkey with its tail stepped on.

"What did you say!"

Ji Ran walked out from behind Su Ang, first saluted Su Ang, and then glared at the stall owner: "Bold, a small first-class duke, dare to speak out?"

"Ah, the fourth-level ......"

The stall owner immediately withered, hunched his back and said: "The villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't know Taishan with eyes......" He cautiously glanced at Su Ang's dress, and then at Su Ang's scattered bun, and the boss in his heart was not a taste.

It looks like a rich man, but it looks like he's just a rich man, how can the fourth-level Bu Gengjue be treated so respectfully? Okay, Lao Tzu admits it, Lao Tzu can't afford to mess with it...... He said cautiously: "Tell this son, there are definitely real goods in our stall, no fakes, no fakes, if they are all fakes, the yamen will be punished, and the Jin family will also find trouble." ”

"I see. ”

Su Ang didn't bother to find trouble with a small stall owner, not to mention, he didn't want to make trouble on the territory of the Jin family of Fujia Yao Kingdom, so he picked up four rolls of white iron slips one after another, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he picked up one of the rolls of red copper slips.

"You can't use your talent to find out the truth or falsehood, this is the rule of the market!" the stall owner's face turned green.

"Well, I know, so I'm going to do all of that. ”

Su Ang stuffed a total of five scrolls of slips into his cuffs and began to dig out the money.

The stall owner's two rows of burnt yellow rotten teeth began to fight: "This, Son, don't you look at the bright silver Jane? As long as the bright silver Jane of thirty gold, there is a real one in our stall, and the Childe is a clear-eyed person, so he must have seen it a long time ago." ”

"No, I don't need a bright silver Jane for the time being, a roll of red copper Jane is a surprise. ”

According to the price on the stall, Su Ang counted the golden tickets and put them down.

"......" stall owners.

In fact, he didn't lie, there were definitely genuine goods on the stall, but his genuine goods were all swept away by Su Ang, all of them were fake bright silver Janes, and people didn't buy another volume.

This wave of losses is big, it's a big loss, sir, you are really an uncle.

The stall owner wanted to cry without tears.