Breezy.

Zhuang Ming sat in a wheelchair.

Yin Ming pushed behind.

When he was in front of people, he needed to do things, and he would give instructions to Qianyang and Yin Ming to create an illusion and confuse outsiders.

But when he was alone, he was able to drive these two ancient corpses with just a thought.

At this moment, in addition to Qianyang and Yin Ming, there are also his personal maids.

The girl's name was Frost Spirit, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and her face was beautiful.

In the Zhuang Mansion, there are dozens of maidservants, and this one girl is designated by him as a personal maid, which is another reason.

She was not a maid bought by the house for a few taels of silver, but she was rescued from the snow road to Xuancheng in the winter three years ago.

At that time, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, hungry and cold, hungry and yellow-skinned, and dirty little girl, but now she is slim, and she is also careful, gentle and considerate.

"Frost Spirit, do you remember all the things you were taught before?"

"I've written it down, and I've read it carefully. ”

"You've always been smart and have a good memory. ”

Zhuang Ming said slowly: "What I taught you must be carefully understood, and it will be of great use in the future." ”

Frost Ling nodded vigorously, snorted, and said, "You taught me that if you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you don't think about it, you will die, I have never forgotten it." ”

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said, "I'm going out in the afternoon, and I'll come back before the sun goes down, and you can prepare tonight's medicinal bath for me." ”

Frost Spirit answered.

——

East of Fengcheng, Bailing Lake.

Today, on the second day of February, according to the local customs of Fengcheng, there will be a grand event in Bailing Lake.

Zhuang Ming initially decided on the major event of Fengcheng, which took two months of hard work, and he was also quite tired, so he intended to relax.

So with Qianyang, Yin Ming, and Sun Steward, they drove a carriage and went to Bailing Lake.

At the same time, I also stopped by halfway to meet a scholar and buy an ancient book.

This man's name is Fang Yi, his grandfather used to be a showman, a little talented, but died of illness at the age of thirty-six, and his father was young at the time, and his qualifications were dull, illiterate, after his grandfather's death, the family became poorer and poorer, and could only move to the eastern suburbs, hunting for a living. After getting Fang Yi's generation, although he has some talent, he is also limited. ”

Steward Sun said beside him: "Although Fang Yi is literate and literate, he is not knowledgeable, he has failed many exams, and now his family is poor, so he wants to sell an ancient book that his grandfather got by chance to Zhuang's firm." ”

Zhuang Ming sat in the carriage, feeling the bumps in the road, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

But he listened to the words of Steward Sun.

"In this case, after the inspection, I bought it at the price, but how did something happen?"

"Childe, this person is insatiable. Steward Sun was a little angry, and said: "At the beginning, he only needed five taels of silver, but later I heard that you love antiquities, so he actually sat on the ground and asked for twenty taels of silver." The old slave was going to sweep him out of the house, but the ancient book seemed to be quite old, and the old slave had read two pages, and the article was very good, but the old slave was clumsy, and he didn't know how much it was worth......"

"Well, that's fine. ”

Zhuang Ming looked indifferent and said: "I have nothing to do left and right, I may not have come to the east to enjoy the scenery for a long time, just stop by and take a look." ”

Steward Sun responded, "Fang Yi is already waiting in the pavilion in front of Bailing Lake. ”

Zhuang Ming answered, and did not speak again.

It is rumored that he loves antiquities, especially ancient books, and he first instructed his subordinates to take the initiative to spread them.

In the past six years, he has expanded his business, strengthened his power, amassed wealth, recruited manpower, and sought all kinds of natural treasures and rare objects, including all kinds of ancient books.

Within the Dongsheng Dynasty, although it is rare to see cultivators in the mortal world, some ancient book fragments that remain in the mortal world are not all dross, and there is no lack of mysteries.

It's just a pity that most of the inheritances between mortals and dusters are basically incomplete.

Occasionally, you can see the whole book of Taoism, but it is also a work with a shallow foundation.

However, for him, these fragments of ancient books, although they are not systematic, may not be without the effect of touching the bypass.

The most important thing is that for him, what can be bought with silver taels is not a high price.

"There are countless collections in ancient times, I don't know if there is a way to repair the dantian?"

"Is there a way to raise divine birds and beasts, and let me find a way to increase the growth of young dragons?"

"Although there is a suspicion of looking for a needle in a haystack, the cost is not heavy, and there is a slim hope. ”

——

Under the gazebo.

A young man named Fang Yi, in his twenties, dressed in shabby white clothes, washed yellow, holding a booklet in his hand, looking nervous and cramped.

Seeing a carriage coming slowly in front of him, and two guards beside him, he remembered the nobleman's advice to exchange himself for more silver taels, but he was even more nervous at the moment.

"Inside the car...... But Mr. Thirteen?"

"Parking. ”

The carriage stopped, and the curtain lifted.

There was a man inside, who was looking out of the window.

Fang Yi's heart jumped, and he vaguely saw that it was a young man about the same age as himself, but on the other party's delicate face, he was pale and sickly, and his expression was cold.

At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart.

The two are of the same age, but they don't have the same fate, the other party started from scratch, and now he is the richest man in the sixteen prefectures of Huai'an, but he is still just a poor scholar who sells the ancient books of his ancestors.

"Steward Sun said, the ancient books in your hands cost twenty taels?"

"Not bad. Fang Yi said: "This is passed down by my ancestors, and it was obtained by chance back then, and this is the only volume." ”

"If you want to sell at a high price, you also have to see if it's worth it. Zhuang Ming said slowly: "I'll look at it first, turn the two pages, what do you think?"

"As it should be. ”

Fang Yi stepped forward and handed it over.

Yin Ming stepped forward to take it and sent it into the car.

Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand to take it, turned over five or six pages, swept it roughly, his eyes were slightly condensed, he immediately closed it, and said lightly: "Steward Sun, take twenty taels of silver and give it to this Fang family brother." ”

Steward Sun showed a look of surprise on his face, and he didn't expect that the ancient books would be delivered to Gongzi for less than three breaths, and Gongzi agreed to the price of twenty taels of silver.

"Slow ......"

However, at this moment, Fang Yi suddenly spoke.

Zhuang Ming frowned slightly, reached out and pulled the curtain, and looked through the small window.

Fang Yi's face obviously had a nervous and cramped expression, but a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"I want fifty taels!"

"You are so bold!" Steward Sun said angrily: "Come and sit on the ground again, you are simply insatiable!"

"Twenty taels is the previous price. Fang Yi gritted his teeth slightly, and said: "This is the treasure left by my ancestors, if there are no fifty taels, I will definitely not sell it! Mr. Thirteen is rich and rivals the country, can't he afford this bit of silver?"

"Naturally, I can afford it. Zhuang Ming handed out the ancient book, put down the curtain, and said calmly: "Don't say fifty taels, even if it is five hundred taels, for me, it is only a small amount of money, but ...... I don't want to be treated like a fat sheep, and I can cut as many knives as I want. ”

"You ......" Fang Yi panicked in his heart, and his mood at the moment was like lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

"Steward Sun, take twenty taels, if he is willing, he will make a deal, if he is unwilling, it will be done. Zhuang Ming's voice came from inside the car, and he said, "Yin Ming, let's go." ”

"Wait......"

Fang Yi was busy and stopped, he was just greedy for profit, and he always wanted to raise the price, but if he really wanted to say it, except for this thirteenth gentleman who had countless fortunes and loved ancient books, I am afraid that no one in the entire Dongsheng Dynasty was willing to spend dozens of taels of silver to buy this ancient book of his.

Yin Ming continued to ride his horse.

Zhuang Ming didn't pay much attention.

This time, he came mainly to relax, passing by the gazebo, just to take a look.

The matter here is enough to be handed over to Steward Sun.

And yet at this very moment.

From the direction of Bailing Lake, a group of people walked.

Zhuang Ming in the car, through the curtain, but his eyes were slightly condensed.

But Yin Ming stopped.

——

"Fifty taels of silver, it's not much. ”

There were six people who came, the first one, probably in his forties, who looked like a steward, and the others were dressed in the clothes of the housekeepers.

The steward smiled and said: "The dignified Mr. Thirteen, who is so rich that he can't even take out fifty taels of silver, is really ridiculous and generous...... To you, fifty taels of silver must not even be a dime, but here in others, it is a great fortune to get rid of poverty. ”

Zhuang Ming did not speak.

Yin Ming also did not say anything.

Steward Sun showed anger and reprimanded: "Which family are you from, dare to be so rude and disrespectful to my son?"

The steward said slowly: "The Song family in Xuancheng was also ordered to come here to buy an ancient book with a lot of money, and my lord asked me to bring a hundred taels of silver." ”

The young man named Fang Yi suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

Steward Sun's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Zhuang Ming sat in the car, looking as usual.

"One hundred taels of silver, this ancient book, my Song family wants it. ”

The steward of the Song family looked at the young man named Fang Yi and said with a smile: "Do you sell it or not?"

Fang Yi's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately, but looked at the carriage.

Mr. Thirteen is the richest person in the Sixteen Prefectures of Huai'an.

Such a character, a hundred taels of silver, is nothing.

Now the people of the Song family have paid a hundred taels of silver to buy ancient books, which is obviously losing the face of Mr. Thirteen.

And in front of it is Bailing Lake, and all the people in Fengcheng who have some status are also there, and at this time, many people frequently cast their eyes here.

As the upper-class figure of the Sixteen Mansions of Huai'an, reputation and face are naturally extremely important, presumably Mr. Thirteen will feel angry and want to regain face and raise the price.

But at this moment, a flat voice came from inside the car.

"Yin Ming, it's time to go back. ”

——

Yin Ming patted the horse.

The carriage drove slowly.

In the eyes of Fang Yi and the Song family steward and others, who were extremely stunned, they gradually moved away.

The atmosphere in the field was slightly silent.

——

"Childe, the Song family deceives people too much, they ......"

Steward Sun's face was full of anger and unwillingness.

However, before he finished speaking, he heard Zhuang Ming's voice calm and slowly spoke.

"Qianyang, take the ancient books back and dispose of the corpses. ”