Zhao Rang's list was written in great detail, and even Yuan Mingkong was amazed when he saw it. Obviously, he was the first to come back to the Western Regions, but it was as if he had been out for a few years, and he thought about everything.

After writing, Zhao Rang removed the paperweight, pinched a corner, dried the ink on it, and prepared to hand it to Ximen Dazhuang.

"Hey! Wait a minute! ”

Zhao Rang suddenly remembered something, put the paper on the table again, and added the words "five bodies of the smock" at the bottom of the list.

After Yuan Mingkong saw it, he said with a smile:

"You'd forget your smock!"

Zhao Rang has always had the habit of wearing a smock, but he himself doesn't know why. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that when I was at home before, I didn't have this habit. Later, when I went out to travel, I felt that the overcoat was really convenient. It can not only shelter from the wind and rain, but also hide the knife hanging from the waist, which can bring unexpected effects many times!

"You have to give a special explanation to the guy, the material must be strong, but it must be breathable, not too heavy, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to wear on the body and press the shoulders. In addition, the stitches should be dense, preferably inside and outside. If not, you buy it first, and then find a tailor shop to change it, this is very fast, and there is no time to lose. ”

Zhao Rang finished explaining, but saw that Ximen Dazhuang's eyes widened, motionless, and looked at him blankly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Rang subconsciously wiped his face.

Usually in this case, it is something dirty on his face.

"It's nothing, I just think Brother let you ...... All of a sudden, it's different! ”

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically:

"What's the difference?"

Ximen Dazhuang frowned and thought seriously for a while, but he still shook his head and replied:

"It's hard to say."

"It's hard to say......"

"Forget it, it's better not to say it!"

Zhao Rang was a little anxious, this kid is drawing circles with himself here? The three words were reversed, and he was made up of the situation!

It wasn't until Ximen Dazhuang walked out of the house to arrange the things on the list that Zhao Rang patted his head and thought that he had missed one of the most critical things - a knife!

His ring-headed knife has been completely scrapped, and he borrowed Ye Sanniang's knife before, but he always felt that it was not a taste. When swinging the sword, it is as if there is a gap between the palm and the hilt, and you can't fully exert your cultivation strength and the subtlety of your moves.

"I'm out and buy a knife!"

Zhao Rang hurriedly prepared to go out as he spoke.

But as soon as he took two steps, he stopped his figure, turned his head to look at Yuan Mingkong, and asked with an embarrassed expression:

"That...... Do you have silver? I'm out of money!"

Yuan Mingkong erupted in a series of extremely hearty laughter, and the dust on the beams that shook fell in a plop.

Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin, who were chatting quietly on the side, were both shocked by his laughter, and hurriedly came over to ask what happened.

Yuan Mingkong smiled breathlessly, held his waist with his hand, and said:

"He asked me to borrow money!"

"What do you want to borrow money for?"

Yuan Kexin asked.

"Borrow money to buy knives!"

It's not ridiculous to borrow money, and neither is buying a knife. The reason why Yuan Mingkong laughed like this was because of Zhao Rang's identity. As the most powerful sword family in the northern part of Dawei, their son was reduced to the point where he needed to borrow money to buy a knife when he was away.

Even if it is a legend of this kind of story, he would not dare to write like this, otherwise the storyteller's field would have to be smashed!

Zhao let himself not have absolutely anything.

Throughout the ages, there are so many stories of heroes and heroes, a founding generalissimo of the previous dynasty, when he was not successful, because he had no money, he used to sell horses on the street. In comparison, borrowing money to buy a knife on your own is really nothing. Maybe it's a royal kid with a different head than ordinary people, that's why I think it's so ridiculous.

"Here, take it!"

Although the laughter of the two brothers and sisters was not malicious, it still made Zhao Rang a little unable to get off the stage after all.

At this moment, the proprietress threw a delicate purse.

The purse was smoked with jasmine, just like the smell in her own room in Yangguan at that time.

Jasmine is tranquil and elegant, but extremely long. First of all, it is not so strong than other fragrances, such as osmanthus and the like. Zhao Rang also likes jasmine, and he places two pots in the house he frequents most often. Once, the subordinates in the family neglected to take care of them and died, and Zhao Rangjie lost his temper. Later, the big butler arranged a small servant to serve the remaining pot of jasmine. Loosening the soil, fertilizing, watering, do not dare to slack off. Before Zhao Rang left home, the main branch of this pot of jasmine was already as thick as a baby's arm, and it turned the flower into a tree!

Ye Sanniang saw that Zhao Rang liked this purse very much, and said to him:

"I'm a little old with this! After a few days, I'll be idle and make you a new one! ”

Zhao Rang asked in surprise:

"You can do embroidery?"

The purse in the hand is well-proportioned and dense. The front and back sides are embroidered with three-color threads twisted into strands, which is extremely exquisite. It is a professional embroiderer, and if you want to complete such a purse, it is estimated that it will take a lot of effort.

"No, I'll only kill!"

Ye Sanniang was annoyed by Zhao Rang's words, pulled out her scimitar with a slightly upturned tip, and said coldly!

"Thank you boss, this money will be repaid in the future!"

With that, Zhao Rang's body flew out like a swallow.

There is a corner door across the courtyard to go out directly, but Zhao Rang suddenly wanted to go around to the front to see if the operation was normal after the reopening of the bank. Look at it and know it in your heart, and when Simon Dazhuang prepares all the things on the list, I can talk to him about the management of this number.

To get to the front counter, you either have to pass through the veranda on the patio or pass by the door of the stove room. There was still an hour before lunch, and the cook should be preparing, so Zhao Rang decided to take a new path.

I have to say that the branch number of Tongbao Qianzhuang is really big. The innermost courtyard wall is already clinging to the mountain wall. However, looking at the smoothness of the mountain wall, it is definitely not a natural formation, and it must be polished manually, which shows that when it was built, even the mountain was carved into it for a long distance.

There were two cooks in the stove, and the others were little girls who helped. These girls are basically children of poor families, they have no strength to work, and they can't afford to read, so they were sold by their parents early. On weekdays, they help the cook, finish their work, eat some leftovers, soup and water, fill their stomachs, and go back to the house to sleep.

Fortunately, Tongbao Qian Zhuang is not short of money, so the meals are excellent, and each meal will not be less than four dishes, so even if there is left, it is enough for these little girls who do not eat much to have a full meal.

From this point of view, being sold by my father and mother has become a good thing! At least you can eat, sleep well, and have clothes to wear!

From a long distance, Zhao Rang saw three little girls cleaning dishes and chopsticks in the yard, and the other two were washing rice.

In addition to the guys, there are many guards in the semicolon, so the daily consumption of meat, vegetables, rice and noodles is also extremely amazing. There are not enough people, and they can't do it at all.

Seeing Zhao Rang coming, the little girls first looked fixedly, then screamed and fled in all directions.

Although Zhao Rang has never been to the stove room, he is "famous" in the semicolon! Those guys and guards, with false rumors, the more they talked, the more outrageous they became, and in the end, Shen Liushu's death and Zhong Jiaban's bloodbath were all counted on Zhao Rang's head. So much so that these little girls now regard Zhao Rang as the world-destroying ghost king of the underworld, and when they saw him coming, they immediately had only one thought in their minds, run!

Fortunately, one of the two cooks is a master who has seen the world, he has been cooking in the branch of Tongbao Qian Zhuang for 20 years, and the guards who go back and forth, and even the shopkeeper, have seen many young and old. Hearing the noise of the little girls outside, I quickly carried a kitchen knife and came out to check.

He also knew that the semicolon had not been peaceful recently, and if something really happened, it would take effort for the guards to arrive, so it was better to hold the kitchen knife himself.

Seeing that it was Zhao Rang, the old master's face turned pale......

How could this god-killing star sneak into the stove room?

In the big family, they are cooks, no matter how good the food tastes, they are just subordinates. The young masters of these families have been educated to "cook far away", and they will never come to the stove room on weekdays.

"Big ...... Adults! ”

The old master stammered, and the knife in his hand was thrown aside.

In the face of Zhao Rang, even if he held ten kitchen knives, it would be useless.

"Huh?"

No one had ever called Zhao Rang 'adult', and he couldn't react for a while.

As a result, the old master thought that Zhao Rang was angry, so he quickly knelt down and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and soon his head was blue!

Zhao Rang couldn't cry or laugh, and just when the old master knocked down with great force, an arrow rushed up and reached out to support his forehead.

has not yet entered the fourth grade, and it cannot be released. If you want to be like Ye Sanniang, raise your hand, and you can make Ximen Da Zhuang fall hard, but you can't do it.

"I'm not an adult, I also grew up eating, don't eat people, don't be afraid, master, get up and talk!"

The old master nodded blankly, and was pulled by Zhao Rang's arm and lifted up.

"Your Excellency, ...... What are you doing here? ”

The master tried his best to communicate with all the kind words and words he knew, but when he said it, it was a bull's head and a horse's mouth, and it was completely different...... I guess what he wants to say is what you have to do.

Zhao Rang listened to him take the initiative to ask, thinking that maybe he could talk normally. Now that Shen Liushu is dead, the deputy shopkeeper is also dead. Although Ye Sanniang had been to Chagan Tuoluogai before, this place had already changed a lot. If he wanted to buy a knife, he had to ask someone who was familiar with the place.

The guys in the semicolon are too oily. Zhao Rang is very cautious about life-threatening things like knives, and he must find a reliable and honest person to inquire. The chef in front of him, who has been cooking for so many years, is the best candidate.

He is not like those stall guys, who socialize with other businessmen all day long, and because of professional reasons, he has to go out to buy every day, so his specific and true understanding of Chagan Tologai will definitely help Zhao Rang buy knives.