The breeze is inside.

There was an awkward atmosphere at a counter where there was already a slightly longer line.

A green-shirted scholar with a box and a sword touched it in his arms, and ten delicate and small spirit stones were discharged.

"Sister, can you wipe a change?"

The scholar said with a bright smile.

"Benefit eleven spirit stones. ”

Beautiful women don't eat this set.

Seeing that the "beautiful man's plan" was useless, Zhao Rong's smile stiffened.

He glanced back at the line behind him.

Good fellow, there are already eight or nine people waiting, especially the one behind him, a hook-nosed man with gloomy eyes and a fierce expression.

Zhao Rong trembled slightly in fright.

"Sister, if you change to Xiaoyaojin, can you lose a lower grade spirit stone?"

"I'm sorry son, the standard of the ferry ticket fee in our store is one lower grade spirit stone for two stations, and eleven for Xiaoyaojin to get off the boat. ”

"Ahem, is there a lower class?"

"I'm sorry Childe, but the ferry ships in Qingfeng Pavilion have ordinary cabins and noble cabins. ”

"Then you can't take the gold, I have some ...... on me"

Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the beautiful woman with a formulaic smile behind the counter shook her head slightly.

Is this the first time you die?

Zhao Rong's expression was sorrowful.

In fact, he had another way, he could go up to the third floor to pawn some relics left by his mother, so that he could not only scrape together enough tickets, but also have a lot of spirit stones left.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't think in this direction at all.

It's not that I don't know, but I don't want to.

Part of his mother's relics were given to Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er, and part of them were left to him.

His share had already been entrusted to Zhao Kuo before, and now the rest are important items with special significance, which really can't be sold anymore, otherwise it will be in vain.

At this time, there was a little commotion in the team behind him.

"Poor Cuoda, who has no money, hurry up and get out of the way for Young Master Ben!"

"Don't occupy the pit and don't!"

Zhao Rong's eyes were cold when he heard this, and when he looked back, he found that the shouter was a boy in brocade with an impatient face.

Although the first floor of Qingfeng Ju is very large, the voice of the boy in brocade is louder, and it is heard all over the house.

The guests who lined up around, drank tea and rested, and were about to step upstairs all turned their eyes to it.

Seeing that he had become the focus of the people around him, the young man in brocade unfolded the folding fan in his hand in a chic manner, shook it gently, smiled indifferently, stared at the poor Cuoda who dared to turn around and look directly at him, and mocked.

"Has Qingfeng Pavilion been reduced to this point now?"

"What kind of mess is you putting in there?"

"Co-authors don't do business now, but change to open a good church?"

Zhao Rong just glanced at him for a while, and then didn't look at him again.

He bowed his hand apologetically to the onlookers around him and turned back.

Ignore the man who shouts behind him.

Lin Qingxuan saw that Zhao Rong ignored him, and he was angry for a while, he was pressed and looked down on by the elder brother who studied in Siqi Academy from childhood to adulthood, and today he was ignored by a poor person who couldn't even afford a ferry ticket outside?!

He closed the fan with one hand and was about to speak again, but an old servant behind him tugged at his sleeve.

"Young Master, he seems to have something to do with Linlu Academy......"

Lin Qingxuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he noticed the flag behind Zhao Rong's bookbox, and his face froze, but then he smiled contemptuously.

"Huh, Lin Lu Academy's reading seeds can't even take out this little spirit stone? ”

"This poor measure is estimated to be pulling a tiger skin to make a big banner, are there still fewer such people on the mountain and down the mountain every year?"

"Besides, even if he has something to do with Lin Lu Academy, what if the academy can be unreasonable?"

Speaking of this, he thought of the brother who always pressed him with great reason, and every time he looked at him, his eyes were so high.

Anyone who reads deserves to die!

"Occupy the pit and don't, waste everyone's time, and don't let people scold? Even if the gentleman of the academy stands in front of Ben Gongzi, Ben Gongzi still has to say ......"

"You are a hypocritical person who has no money, poor, measured, and big!"

In the last three words, Lin Qingxuan tapped Zhao Rong's head with the folding fan in his hand every time he said one.

After speaking, he lifted his chin lightly, calmly opened the folding fan, and gently shook the wind, feeling that he was very happy.

The expressions of the people around him were different.

Some people gloat, some nodded in agreement, some watched coldly, and some turned away.

Zhao Rong heard the words coming from behind him, didn't say anything, and was ready to retrieve the Xuanpai and go out to think of a way.

The beautiful woman behind the counter sighed secretly, what kind of strange guests are today, but although the brocade-clothed man likes to stir up trouble and act in a domineering manner, she still agrees with some words.

Bringing the fake flag of Zhang Linlu Academy to the fox and the fake tiger? The old lady almost believed you!

Going to Linlu Academy?Heh, it is estimated that it is the same as those scholars who flock to the academy at the foot of the mountain every year, like those who cross the river, and eat all you can eat behind closed doors.

If it weren't for the sake of earning some sect contributions, she wouldn't want to leave Qingfeng Pavilion to be a steward full of copper smell.

But when she thought of her performance, she glanced at the poor scholar in front of the cabinet, who was probably poked in the face and was about to slip away, cleared her throat, and said softly.

"If Childe has no money, why not try to write some poems, the shop is willing to provide some pen and ink, let Childe try, even if Childe's masterpiece is inconvenient to accept, but maybe there will be discerning guests who like it, Childe had better write a pleasing point, maybe the guests are happy to read, and they can throw a low-grade spirit stone mile to Childe. ”

In fact, it is not uncommon for Qingfengju to encounter this situation now, or many merchants on the mountain will encounter it, and some shy Confucian scholars will try to exchange poetry for spiritual stones.

However, this is usually proposed by those who read, and this time the beautiful woman was about to go out when she saw that Zhao Rong didn't say anything, but she was a little surprised, and wanted to call him back and let him try.

After all, the Avenue of Heaven and Earth seems to favor Confucian scholars, and once the new poems made by the scholars can be entered into the product and recognized by Heaven and Earth, then the paper and ink that carries the poems can immediately accumulate the aura of Heaven and Earth on its own, and transform into a treasure that benefits the cultivation of the Great Dao of Monks on the mountain!

It's just that this situation is very rare, anyway, Qingfengju has not encountered it once in so many years since its establishment.

A Confucian scholar who can write a high-quality poem will lack this money? Any poem that climbs the stairs is a high-grade spirit stone to start with! The beautiful woman thought so.

However, every few decades on Wangquezhou Mountain, there can still be an anecdote about a scholar who accidentally wrote a poem in a certain merchant, and then it can make the mountain monks talk about it for a while.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong stopped his steps about to leave, looked up at the smiling beautiful woman, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly a joking voice came from behind him.

"This beautiful sister is right, don't run in a hurry, you poor people don't ask for money, but you have a lot of sour water in your stomach, why don't you spit it out and show it to my son?"

"If you can amuse Ben Gongzi, maybe Ben Gongzi will leak some spirit stones from his fingers as soon as he is happy to give you this poor measure, isn't it more than enough to buy a ferry ticket?"

"Poof. A green-clothed girl with a green face in the crowd couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, as if she was poked by Lin Qingxuan's words, seeing everyone's eyes, she stuck out her tongue and quickly hid behind her companions.

Zhao Rong still didn't think Lin Qingxuan existed, he paused, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said to the beautiful woman: "No need." ”

Oh, a spirit stone is also worthy of Lao Tzu to write poems?

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to retrieve the ten spirit stones that had been lined up on the counter before.

Lin Qingxuan smiled brightly.

The beautiful woman smiled indifferently.

The girl in green felt a little bored.

The crowd was ready to disperse.

Suddenly, a dark, thin hand stretched out behind Zhao Rong and placed something next to Zhao Rong's hand.

It was a spirit stone.