The shopkeeper couldn't help but reach out and touch the gold, and even his hands trembled a little.

Yang Yi didn't stop it, let him touch it.

But the shopkeeper restrained himself and realized that the gold was not his.

Because he understands that if he can make this gold, he can make a fortune in blood.

Gold is not a common currency in the market, and it is generally used, but it is only exchanged for silver taels and silver bills.

In the Yan country, the ticket number is exchanged for gold, and the exchange ratio of gold and silver is one to twenty.

That is, one tael of gold, which can be exchanged for twenty taels of silver.

Since this person has so much gold, but he doesn't go to the ticket number to exchange it, then there is only one possibility, that is, the gold is coming from the wrong way.

"This boy is not a local, is he?" the shopkeeper asked, glancing at Gold.

"Well, I've come a long way to get here. ”

Yang Yi said vaguely.

Sure enough, he must have obtained something that came from the wrong way, and he didn't dare to exchange it for money in his own locality, so he "walked a long way" and came here to sell the stolen goods.

In this way, this thing must not be redeemed, and the price can be pressed by him.

The shopkeeper thought like this, and had a plan in his heart, so he said to Yang Yi, "In this way, son, I will give you a price of one tael of gold for ten taels of silver, if you think this price is reasonable, let's call it, okay?"

He didn't dare to press it too low, otherwise the other party would change to another family, and the fat sheep would be gone.

One tael for ten taels is equivalent to ten taels for nothing.

Of course, he also left room for counteroffer, and if the other party did not agree, then it could be raised to 1 to 12.

This is the price of his heart.

What the shopkeeper didn't expect was that Yang Yi agreed directly.

I didn't pay back the fixed price.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper felt that he had earned less.

Although he was a little depressed, he still smiled brightly, and hurriedly went to get the city scale.

Of course, this gold is a trick that Yang Yi found to make a stone.

But stone and gold, under the same volume, are not the same in weight.

Therefore, what Yang Yi found were all extremely hard stones, even if some weights were surprising, they could not be distinguished without a detailed comparison.

After weighing, these "gold" totaled twenty-three catties.

One catty and ten taels, that is, two hundred and thirty taels.

This is not ancient China, and it is not a pound and sixteen taels.

Twenty-three pounds of gold, two thousand three hundred taels of silver, should be exchanged.

The shopkeeper was also very happy, and hurried to prepare the silver taels.

All the existing silver tickets in the pawnshop were identified, totaling 1,900 taels.

Then the shopkeeper weighed all the broken silver in the pawnshop, and made up another hundred taels of silver.

There was a short of three hundred taels of silver.

The shopkeeper was embarrassed, and Yang Yi could see that this should have emptied the cash flow in the pawnshop.

The shopkeeper discussed with Yang Yi whether he could make a bill, write an IOU in the name of the pawnshop, give them half a day to raise money, and Yang Yi would pick it up tomorrow.

Yang Yi disagreed.

Just when the shopkeeper was embarrassed, Yang Yi said quietly. "Actually, it doesn't have to be cash, if there is anything interesting, give me one, as long as I like it, it doesn't matter if the price doesn't match. ”

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked Yang Yi what he liked.

Yang Yi thought for a while and said. "I'm a person, don't say anything else, but the writing is quite outstanding, with a belly of ink, you should also see it......"

"Yes, yes, I can see it as soon as you enter the door, at first glance, you are a person full of economy, and you are simply a Wenqu star!"

"Well, yes. Therefore, I especially like to collect the four treasures of the study, such as the best pen, the best rice paper, or...... The inkstone of the logo, you can bring it to me to take a look......"

Yang Yi deliberately accentuated the word "inkstone" to deepen the memory of the shopkeeper.

In addition, Chen Asan had made trouble before, so when he mentioned it, the shopkeeper's mind would naturally think of the inkstone of Chen Asan's family that had been blacked out.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he asked Yang Yi to wait, he just happened to have a high-grade inkstone, which could be given to Yang Yi.

Sure enough, after a while, the inkstone brought by the shopkeeper was exactly the same as the shape of the inkstone described by Chen Asan.

Yang Yi held the inkstone, he didn't understand this thing, he was a layman.

Of course, you have to be so pompous that the shopkeeper can see that he is a layman.

But when Yang Yi pretended to taste this inkstone, he suddenly felt that there was an aura condensed on this inkstone.

Yang Yi took a closer look, and only felt that this aura was pure, with a hint of simple culture.

If you have this inkstone to read at night, you will be able to abandon distracting thoughts, concentrate and concentrate on learning.

This is something that can add a buff to the reader!

Of course, Yang Yicai, who has a little golden man in his head, can see it, and ordinary people can't see it.

Yang Yi pretended to look at it for a while, then nodded and said, "It's not bad." ”

The shopkeeper was overjoyed. "Childe has a good eye, this inkstone, but I spent three hundred taels of silver to come over, but it is actually more than this price. ”

Yang Yi heard this and pretended to be surprised. In fact, I was very disdainful.

What is three hundred taels, obviously ten taels.

After holding the silver ticket, the shopkeeper took out another cloth bag, and put the silver taels for Yang Yi, and Yang Yi accepted the inkstone again......

The deal is done.

After the transaction, Yang Yi and the shopkeeper also tacitly did not mention the matter of pawn tickets.

Yang Yi left the Xingcai pawnshop like this.

After Yang Yi left, the shopkeeper greedily rubbed the gold "gold", and after a while, he carefully wrapped the gold and hid it.

Get rich!

At this time, every pore of the shopkeeper is cheering.

Yang Yi got out of the pawnshop and walked along the street for a while, only then did he find Chen Asan in a small teahouse.

The old man looked sick and had no energy, as if he had drunk a cup of tea.

Yang Yi sat next to him and directly placed the inkstone in front of him.

Chen Asan almost screamed when he saw the inkstone stand up suddenly.

"You...... How did you do that?" Chen Asan looked at Yang Yi with incredible eyes.

"You don't have to worry about that. Yang Yi said, "However, since this thing is your family's ancestral heirloom, it's best not to pawn it again." ”

"Of course, of course. Chen Asan hurriedly said, "There was no way at the beginning, and I won't do it in the future." ”

As he spoke, Chen Asan put away the inkstone and looked at Yang Yi with a grateful face.

"Do you have enlightened students in your family?" Yang Yi thought of the wisp of literary atmosphere on the inkstone, and suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes, my grandson is 10 years old this year and is now studying at the college. Chen Asan hurriedly said.

Although this world is full of spiritual energy, there are cultivators of Qi Refining. But this is only a small part, and the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people.

Serve the king, be educated, develop all walks of life, and then multiply.

Among ordinary people, being able to be a big official is definitely the best way.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi said to Chen Asan, "After you go home, put the inkstone on the table where your grandson is reviewing his homework. Your ancestors who left this inkstone should be extraordinary, and this inkstone is dyed with a lot of literary atmosphere. Let your grandson also have a little bit of that ancestor's temperament. Maybe in the future, he may be able to get a name and become a big official. ”

When Chen Asan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was slightly excited, and said yes again and again.

Although the inkstone is dyed with a literary atmosphere, this kind of thing sounds very mysterious.

But this young man actually has the ability to get the inkstone back for himself, although I don't know how he did it, but he must be a capable person.

If you have the ability, it will naturally be more convincing.

Maybe, as he said, this inkstone has a literary atmosphere, and we may be able to produce an official in this family in the future.

Then his guidance at this time is undoubtedly the guidance of immortals!

Chen Asan thought so in his heart, and asked Yang Yi's name again. If he can really do what he said in the future, his grandson can shine on the lintel. The name of the benefactor must be remembered.