The time waiting for the Baroness to summon seemed to be as long as eternity, and old Jacob sat as if he were sitting in an invisible prison, and though there were no shackles, he couldn't help but think of escaping at any moment, like the unfortunate prisoners.

His hand was tightly gripping the money bag, it is said that there was a small nation on the Silk Road who did transit business, and when they gave birth to a child, they glued a coin to the child's hand, so that the child could firmly grasp the money in the future, and when old Jacob was born, the family did not have the money to buy any glue, so he grabbed the money more tightly.

Ah, this warm gold and silver, it is the fruit of life, it is the light of the soul, it is the garment of the body, it is the food of the mouth. With it, they were able to escape their lives from the massacre of the infidels, and with it, those who could not even afford to buy the bread for the feast in the past could have a respectable place in the synagogue.

Gold and silver, the center and ruler of this world, all peoples, all religions, whether they worship the sun, the moon, the stars, the onions, the mouses, the visible gods and demons, who can not tremble at its power?

His mind was full of thoughts of escaping, but the attraction of making money was greater, so he only trembled and did not make any actual attempt to escape.

When Enrique came out to call him in, he saw the old businessman trembling and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Old dog! I'm still shaking like this wrapped in your dogskin, what would you do if we peeled it off later? ”

Although he was only a boy, it was only because of his young age, he practiced martial arts very diligently, several knights said that he had a future in the future, and he had no need to respect an old infidel dog.

Old Jacob silently endured the insult, a self-made merchant who lived in a pagan land, and whose life and property were constantly threatened by the red fruit, if not even the white eyes and ridicule...... Nor would he be entitled to let the Baroness "have a deal to do with him".

On the contrary, when he heard this, his heart was a lot lighter.

Because it was obviously just a child's joke, the thralls' laughter was spontaneous and not threatening.

If they were going to rob and kill, they wouldn't say that.

He settled down and followed Enrique inside.

Enrique took him to the door of the hostess's room, and after telling him to leave, he jumped down the stairs and went out into the courtyard to practice shooting with the other boys-a-waiting—it was a rotating target, and the boys had to ride on their horses to hit the center of the target accurately, otherwise the target would turn around and knock the man off the horse, so it was a martial arts practice

Xi is a rare game for these teenagers.

After the old Jacob bowed to the baroness, Luo Yi showed him the deal he was going to make with him.

"What is this?"

He asked the same question as Shep.

The priest next to him gave him a demonstration, and he skillfully crossed a piece of paper and wrote a fluent verse in the first line.

"A silver coin." After some consideration, the merchant gave the price.

"What!" Seeing that this despicable and shameless heretic was planning to lower the price, and was ready to make a profit from the business, the priest was immediately excited, he grew up in his father's shop, and knew how to negotiate the price: "This is good paper! How good it is to write! You see it! ”

"The sheepskin is only two silver coins." Old Jacob thought he was paying a fair price.

"That's sheepskin." When it comes to parchment, Sheppu, who has studied in a monastery, is an expert: "Sheepskin, too much oil, can only be made as a cover, worthless, but Madame's paper can be made into good paper inside, better than goatskin...... No, no worse than calf paper, and so light! It's just such a small weight, and something as bulky as calf paper ......"

He held up the paper with one finger to prove that he was right.

"Parchment paper, the monastery is used to it." Old Jacob has been in business for many years, and he is not such a simple person who is convinced: "Light, thin, not fake, but if it is thin, it is easy to tear up, how can it be done as a holy book?" You can only keep accounts, and it's not good to keep accounts, parchment, it's broken, just scratch it, how can you scrape such a thin thing......"

The merchant skillfully uses the skill of bargaining, and with his vicious eye he devalues the seller's goods.

"Parchment paper still needs to do a lot of processes before it can be used, soaking lime, removing hair, and polishing pumice stone...... This paper can be written directly, how can it be calculated by the price of the sheepskin? The price of calf leather is low! Shepp may not be as good at bargaining as a merchant, but he is confident that he knows more about paper than a merchant, and these processes are usually done by the monastery itself, by the merchants outside

People don't know.

Jacob didn't let a single step: "How can it compare to calfskin!" ”

At the end of the day, the price of two silver coins was ...... Both sides had dry mouths, their voices were hoarse, and they couldn't speak.

So the baroness clapped two silver coins.

Jacob carefully counted forty silver coins from his purse, and said goodbye to each of them preciously, as if they were his own daughters.

Unfortunately, Shep, as an Orthodox Christian, a priest who had received systematic and complete theological training from the Butcher's Father, the most venerable bishop, and the strict monastery, had no mental burden to snatch a daughter from a pagan, and he only hated himself for taking less.

"The deal is closed, I have to have a drink." Old Jacob couldn't do anything, so he made another plan.

Shepp frowned, although he had made a pact with the devil, but it was private, and he didn't want to have a drink with a heretic.

"If you don't want to drink, that ...... Anyway, if you've already written, let's make a giveaway! That's what Jacob was trying to say.

The priest was furious: "You have made the price so low, and you still have the face to give gifts!" ”

In the first place, this heretic should not have been found.

"The one who wrote the words looks like they were handed, and besides, if I want to sell them, I have to have a sample to write for people."

This was a good reason, and the clergy could not agree to it.

Old Jacob counted twenty pieces of paper contentedly, and with a "sample" in his hand, he prepared to walk.

"Wait." Luo Yi, who had been forgotten on the side, stopped him.