Volume 1 Floating Clouds and Wandering Thoughts Chapter 11 There is black gas
Zhong Lijian leaned on the railing and shook his fan, fanning and sighing.
If he can live to that age, I'm afraid it won't be so good to his biological daughter. This little girl, she doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings.
Zhong Lijian opened another room for her at Mu Rin's strong request, not to mention the difference between men and women, even if the two of them bathed and changed their clothes. Then Mu Rin stubbornly promised Zhongli that he would definitely plug in the door and call him as soon as there was any movement...... It's even more verbose than her father.
The next day, Zhong Lijian took Mu Rin shopping, changed her into women's clothes, and bought her a lot of beautiful clothes and beaded bell tassels.
Mu Rin's interest is good, the things in the mortal world are not as good as those used by the royal family of the underworld in terms of workmanship and materials, but the style is particularly novel and unique, and she can't put it down with a white jade hairpin.
Zhong Lijian has seen countless good things, even he thinks that this hairpin is really good, it should be made of mutton fat jade, the whole body is snow-white and warm, the carving is fine and smooth, and the carved pear petals are lifelike, and there seems to be movement in the stillness.
In the past, he said he would buy it, but with the money on the two of them, it is likely that they can't afford it.
The shopkeeper smiled on the side: "Miss son's good eyesight, this white jade pear hairpin is one of the best treasures in the store, it is a scholar in the previous dynasty with heirloom jade carving and his wife, but unfortunately the hairpin died before he became an adult, he had to sell the hairpin to bury his wife." ”
"Presumably he loved his deceased wife very much...... Zhong Lijian sighed slightly, who would use the heirloom treasure? and carved to this extent, it is not much better than a professional master, and I don't know how much energy this scholar has spent.
That's for sure, this story has been passed down for a hundred years, and it is poignant and touching. The shopkeeper was also a little embarrassed.
Mu Rin shook his head, "There is black gas swirling on this hairpin, there should be a dead soul lingering......
This is really taboo, and the shopkeeper hurriedly interrupted her, "Miss doesn't dare to talk nonsense, let's ...... hairpin"
"I bought this hairpin. Mu Rin said directly, and then took out the hundred taels of silver tickets given by Zhong Lijian from his purse and put them in front of the shopkeeper, "We only have these, if you don't sell them, I won't force them, this black gas is as fast as the substance, presumably there will be fewer customers in this store in the near future." ”
This sentence hit the heart of the shopkeeper, he was the owner of this jewelry pavilion, I don't know why the source of customers is getting fewer and fewer, and the store is about to be unable to maintain, this is an ancestral store, if it is defeated in his hands......
His attitude seemed to soften, "...... How can I trust you?"
"Cut down the locust tree at the door, replace it with a pomegranate tree or a persimmon tree, and raise it for a few years. ”
It didn't last long, and Mu Rin successfully got the pear hairpin. On the way back, Mu Rin saw that Zhong Lijian had been frowning and silent, so he asked, "Zhong Li, what are you thinking, why are you absent-minded?"
"Is what you just said to the shopkeeper true or false?"
"Nature is true. Why, you don't believe me?" Mu Rin said lazily while playing with the hairpin. The locust tree is a yin wood, and cutting it will naturally have some effect, which will help the yin qi to dissipate.
Zhong Lijian's brows were still furrowed, "This is indeed ...... It's a little weird, but you know it's unknown, so why do you have to buy it?"
Mu Rin shook his head, "Since I can see it, it is naturally okay for me." ”
Zhong Lijian was still a little shocked, Zi Bu was confused, he asked for a hairpin from Mu Rin, as if he wanted to see a flower, and he couldn't see a trace of black gas.