The teenagers in the courtyard have a very intuitive view of one thing in the past few days, that is, Brother Qian'er is really rich.

This is not just because of the vulgar truth that his surname is Qian and Qian, but because he expressed his handwriting after the contract expenses were expressed in the carriage.

Nanbei has developed a habit of getting up early, not because the morning and evening work and rest are too good, but every morning there are men in horse-drawn carriages to deliver goods, yawning and getting up to unbolt the door more and more skillful.

Iron-clad crates are constantly moved from the carriage to the courtyard, all kinds of glazed utensils are placed in the corners, hot agate pots are used for flower arrangement, mink blankets are used as rubbing feet after bathing, and silver cups are resting with the morning dew that has just been picked today... Qianqin chewed chilled bayberry and instructed the steward to dig a square pond in the middle of the house, and wanted to see lotus flowers in the summer of the next year.

Yun Zhao shook the quilt and found that all that leaked out were goose feathers and gold threads, and began to speculate whether Qianqin would be the illegitimate son of Hubu Shangshu, holding the evidence of Shangshu's greed for money from the treasury.

However, General Zhao will also feel a little relieved, at least after the Qinglou banquet, several teenagers never left the house again, and quietly nested in the house to enjoy the most luxurious food in Chang'an.

This kind of day is a fairy tale next to the fire in the Chengping camp, Yun Zhaoru, who was gnawing on the three treasure ducks, said with emotion.

...

There was a rain in Chang'an, and the wind sprinkled the branches and leaves.

Yun Zhao walked on the street in the drizzle, the rain seemed to be mixed with thick mud in autumn, and the splash of water stuck to the soles of his boots made people feel extremely uncomfortable, but the gloomy weather did not affect the joy of the young man at this time.

Approaching the first examination, the news from the imperial courtyard woke up the drunken courtyard, in addition to running to various departments to review the examination documents and show the Zhaohua order, Yun Zhao's biggest discovery was a small stall in a narrow alley.

Walking into the alley, following the tempting scent of green onions, he sat on a low stool loudly, urging the stall owner to hurry up and serve the table.

A dirty old man with missing front teeth is in charge, and a big bowl of fragrant old tofu.

Balsamic vinegar, soy sauce, minced coriander, was scalded by the snow-white tofu flowers, exuding a trembling aroma, the smell forced Yun Zhao to breathe a sigh of relief, couldn't help scooping a spoonful, the tofu scalded out of the body, and then added two spoonfuls of pepper oil, sweat soaked the waistband of the pants, and a bowl was exhausted.

"Another bowl!" Yun Zhao half-squinted and handed the bowl out.

...

Yun Zhao, who was holding a wooden skewer in his mouth and holding the back of his head with both hands, walked slowly through the alley, looking very comfortable.

This is thanks to the fact that Qianqin himself drew a map of his appearance in his study, a map of Chang'an's appearance, and although I don't know why all the top restaurants in Kyoto are marked on it, it is enough to recognize most of the streets and alleys, such as the blacksmith's shop.

Although the foundry department of the Ministry of Industry also sells some ironware, but for the Tang people who do not hang the handle on their waists and are not sure, the weapons displayed in those official shops are still too few after all, so private casting shops are blooming everywhere, and Chang'an Ya has always been extremely relaxed in this regard, and there are no other restrictions except for the ban on the sale of bows and crossbows.

Stepping into a blacksmith's shop that had been named and annotated by Qianqin, the shop was shrouded in thick cotton curtains, and the shop was a little dark, but it did not affect the observation of the swords hanging on the wall, and there were no fancy ornaments, sharp and cold, and from time to time there was a low cheer in the backyard and the sound of a hammer breaking through the air.

Yun Zhao carefully looked at the weapons hanging on the wall for a while, shook his head and walked to the backyard, it's not that he didn't like these, but he couldn't see the advantages and disadvantages of the young man who knew a truth, what could be sold on the façade was not the best, and he was just going out to say that he would report his name if he saw something.

So Yun Zhao, who was full of confidence, opened the curtain of the backyard, and was dazzled by the flying sparks, and a shirtless man stopped the hammer and looked at the young man who opened the curtain suspiciously.

"I buy knives. Yun Zhao cleared his throat.

The fine red man wiped his sweat, looked at the young man in front of him, and said helplessly: "It's all hanging on the wall of the store, just pick it and call me." ”

Yun Zhao thought calmly for a while, and found that things were not going as expected, and suddenly realized: "Qianqin asked me to come here." ”

This time, the Jingchi man frowned, looked at him a few times in surprise, and quickly put down the hammer, led Yun Zhao back to the store, grabbed a delicate dagger on the wall and turned it around for half a circle, and then pulled out a dark green copper box and put it on the table.

Unfastened the copper buckle and pushed it in front of him for at least a year, and then pulled out copper boxes of different lengths from all over the wall as usual, and in the midst of his busyness, Yun Zhao lifted the lid of the box and observed, even if it seemed to such a layman, the quality of the contents of the box was obviously more than a cut higher than what was sold in the store.

However, with the sound of the copper buckle being untied and the passage of time, Yun Zhao's expression became more and more strange, and when he saw a border army heavy crossbow placed in the box, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly stopped the man from continuing to draw the ink cartridge, and helplessly spread his hand in his suspicious gaze: "Knife, I only need a knife." ”

The Jingchi man nodded in understanding.

Yun Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself what Lao Qian was tossing around here before, where is this store to do business, it is simply a rebel den, even if the Tang people are lenient to the Chang'an Ya, seeing so many prohibited military supplies will have to punish him.

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, something wrapped in a white cotton cloth was placed in front of him, and it looked like a knife.

While unwrapping the cotton cloth, the man who was watching spoke.

"There is no sheath, the blade is three feet six, the handle is two inches and four inches long, and it weighs four pounds and eight taels. ”

Yun Zhao carefully rubbed the slender blade, felt its sharp touch like a glass slide, felt very appetizing, and patted the table to express satisfaction.

"It doesn't matter if it's unsheathed, does this knife have a name?"

"The name of the knife is unsheathed, how can the knife have a sheath?"

Looking at the serious look on the man's face, he didn't seem to be laughing at himself, but explained a truth very seriously, Yun Zhao raised his eyebrows, although he was a little displeased, he liked this statement very much.

...

Qianqin, who was squandering his life on a recliner in the courtyard, was woken up, glanced at the dark green copper box in his hand, and said lightly: "What's wrong Yun Shao, have you found a treasure?"

Holding the cartridge was Yun Zhao, who had just returned to the house, and said with a shy smile: "Lao Qian, you also know that I have two hits, and the store is just looking at the right eye, can you give me another trick?"

Slowly stuffing the candied fruit into his mouth, Qian Qinji, who was about to mock a few words, suddenly raised his eyebrows, hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the recliner and straightened up, and hurriedly asked: "What, what sheath, what sheath?"

Yun Zhao was a little confused when he saw this, and said honestly: "No sheath, a knife." ”

With a violent cough, the candied fruit was sprayed far away.

Qianqin pointed at himself and said, "Do you know how much money you spent on me?"

"Aren't you rich?"

Qianqin was silent for a long time, he has been very good at refuting others since he was born, and at this time he suddenly found that he was speechless, and he staggered back to his house, and his back looked a little lonely.

It is not difficult to see that he was a little desolate and tragic in his journey, and it was obvious that the deep friendship between the two had suffered a heavy blow after agreeing to open the meat but suffering a scabbard after the trip to the Qinglou, probably due to the price of the knife.

Yun Zhao looked at the ink cartridge in his hand with a straight face, and gently opened the lid of the box, the unsheathed that was originally wrapped in a white cotton cloth and inconspicuous seemed to burst into a round of rising sun in the courtyard light, and Yu Wentai, who was washing in the next room, collapsed to the ground in shock, thinking that the courtyard was on fire, Zhang Huang looked for the bucket in a panic.

After feeling the almost substantial sword light on his back, Qianqin snorted and laughed sadly.

"Happy?"

Yun Zhao, who was trying to open his eyes, was a little displeased when he heard this, thinking to himself what kind of evil fire Lao Qian was sending today, how could he speak so chokingly, so he mocked: "Does it seem very chic to only say a few words every time?"

"I used to speak only half of what I said, just as chic. ”

"Please advise. ”

"You're better than Yuwentai..." Halfway through speaking, Qianqin stopped.

"Admire!" Yun Zhao gave a thumbs up.

Bang Dang!

Yu Wentai slammed open the door, raised the bucket in his hand into the air, and shouted: "It's on fire, who called me!"

Qian Qinzhi looked down at his soaked clothes and the water that slowly seeped from the soles of his boots, and closed his eyes in pain.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and Nan Nan jumped into the courtyard with a stack of letters, looked up and saw several people with different expressions, and asked with some curiosity: "There is a banquet before the first test tonight, huh... What's wrong with you?"