"Sixty taels, sixty taels, where can I find sixty taels......" Nan Ke lay on the bed and muttered silently, Nan Ke couldn't make up even the same money after touching his whole body, at this time he was a twelve-year-old doll who experienced the taste of a penny stumbling a hero.

Nan Ke took out all the things on his body and found that maybe only the strange jade that Wu Ren gave first was worth a little money.

Thinking about it, the tiredness of not sleeping for two days and one night came up, and Nan Ke fell asleep at some point.

"Are you worried about money?" On the blue bridge, the woman with an umbrella who couldn't see her face clearly said to Nan Ke.

Nan Ke was used to dreaming about this, and he was not afraid anymore, so he said: "Yes, sixty taels, where can I find sixty taels." ”

"Just sixty taels?" The woman's tone was unfazed.

"What do you mean? Feelings: This sister is very rich? Nan Ke's tone was horizontal, anyway, it's my dream, what's wrong with me talking horizontally?

I couldn't see the woman's expression, but I could hear a hint of a smile in her tone: "Yes, sixty taels, if I'm still alive, it's not much money." ”

This sentence frightened Nan Ke into goosebumps: "What do you mean if you are still alive?" You're dead! ”

The next moment, Nan Ke woke up from the bed suddenly, his hand caressed his chest, and his heart beat like a galloping horse's hooves: "Careless!" The first time I've talked to someone in my dreams, huh? No, this is my dream, what am I afraid of? Did she say she was a dead man? Isn't it all my imagination! ”

Nan Ke shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and returned to the sixty taels.

"I don't know if Zhou Qian's calligraphy and paintings can be worth a few dollars." Nan Ke suddenly remembered that the poem that Zhou Qiansan wrote by him after the sword was still on him.

"Knock knock" The door rang, and Yusheng pushed the door in: "Xiao Nanjiao, are you like helping Sister Zhi'an make up for the shortfall?" ”

Nan Ke saw Yusheng, but he didn't have any pretense, and tilted his head: "Yes, I'll go to the pawnshop and ask me if this poem in my hand is worth it." ”

Yusheng bit his silver teeth and pulled out a hairpin from behind his ear, and the green silk suddenly scattered like a waterfall: "Then you can take this as well later." ”

Hearing this, Nan sat up suddenly: "No! Sister Yusheng, this hairpin is your heirloom, how can you be it? ”

Yusheng smiled and shook his head: "What about family heirlooms?" I have no home for a long time, the Shoujiang's Mansion is my home, Sister Zhi'an is my own sister, my sister helps my sister, is it still reckless? As he spoke, he took out a chopstick in his hand and grabbed his hair.

Nan Ke is silent, he knows the origin of this hairpin, when he was a child, he saw Yusheng with him, always asked, Yusheng every time he also patiently told him the origin of the hairpin as a story, Yusheng was the most remote Xuangui tribesman in the seventeenth department, he had no father since he was a child, his mother was unwilling to remarry, and he took the young Yusheng around to make a living, wandering all the way to the Golden Crow, and his mother died of illness, and before leaving, he handed over the hairpin that was the only one on his body that was a valuable thing to Yusheng, in order to avoid thieves from worrying, Yusheng never put the hairpin on his head, It wasn't until Wanyan Yunru was named the chief general in the enemy camp and built the first general's mansion, and the new mansion needed servants at the beginning of the new mansion, and Yusheng entered the mansion by chance, so he dared to wear this hairpin on his head, and even the name Yusheng was also a stage name when he was performing arts.

"It's just a hairpin, and it's not worth much silver, it's just some stories, and there's nothing that can't be sold......" After speaking, he didn't give Nan Cao a chance to speak, slapped the hairpin on the table and left.

Nan Cao sat on the bed, with an indescribable feeling in his heart, and roared out for a long time: "It's really difficult to make money in this world!" ”

"Little bastard, if you scream again, get out of here!" Zhi'an frightened Nan Ke enough with a throat, picked up the hairpin and flinched out of the house.

In the pawnshop, the shopkeeper sat on the high platform, squinting his old eyes and carefully looking at the hairpin and Zhou Qian's sour poems.

"This hairpin is a few years old, it's a good thing, as for this poem...... It has a bit of artistic conception, and the words also have a bit of skill, it shouldn't be done by ordinary people, but unfortunately there is no payment, no stamp, and no title ......"

Nan Ke waited a little impatiently: "The shopkeeper, I've been looking at it for half an hour, and then I can see that the pulp is coming, how about it, can you give a price?" ”

The shopkeeper nodded: "Then this poem counts as your fifteen wen, and this hairpin counts as your twenty-seven taels, how about it?" ”

Nan Ke was anxious when he heard this, and jumped up and grabbed the hairpin: "Twenty-seven taels? Are you lying to a child? Not for sale! You keep that poem to wipe your old ass! ”

"Hey, little doll, it's easy to discuss, how about thirty taels? It's really not good to lose a little bit of decay, and I'll give you thirty-two taels! The old shopkeeper was still holding on, Nan Cao bared his teeth at him, and a mouthful of spit flew over the high platform, hitting the old shopkeeper in the face through the small window.

Nan Cao grinned, turned his head and ran away.

Nan Ke was walking in a small alley at this time, playing with the hairpin in his hand, and the anger in his heart had not subsided: "Twenty-seven taels is like buying my sister Yusheng's baby, and the master is not selling it yet!" But Zhou Qiansour, that bastard is really poor, it took a long time to squeeze out a few words, and it wasn't even worth money and silver, and he couldn't even buy a horse leg! ”

Nan Ke was angry in his heart, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in the alley, snatching the hairpin in Nan Ke's hand and running away.

Nan Ke was angry at this time, but he smiled slyly: "As soon as you are depressed and have no place to vent, you will send it to the door, and dare to do things like chickens and dogs in broad daylight!" You're not happy with yourself! ”

As he spoke, his internal force gathered on the soles of his feet, and he was as light as a swallow in an instant, and he pressed the thief's shoulder and slammed it on the ground.

"Uncle, don't slap your face, don't slap your face!" The thief curled up on the ground and begged for mercy, and respectfully handed the hairpin with both hands.

"Huh?" Nan Ke was surprised, and when he saw that the thief still had such a strange request as "don't slap his face", he immediately asked, "Why can't you slap your face?" ”

The thief was also stunned: "Because...... Because a slap in the face can make others see it, I ...... I'm going home......"

Nan Cao was dumbfounded, and then he saw that the clothes on this thief's body were still embroidered with gold threads! I couldn't help but be surprised, and asked, "Isn't it that you have a family and money, and you came out to be a snitch?" Still shoplifting during the day? Your brain called the donkey to kick? ”

The thief trembled, his lips muttered, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I...... I'm a little bit of money, it's not ...... Isn't this looking for excitement......"

Nan Ke's heart was a little twisted: I am short of money and I haven't stolen it yet, you are good, the gold thread on my clothes is enough to buy a yard! Looking for excitement?

"Raise your head!" Nan Cao's tone was full of fire.