Dai Zong drove the troika back to the palace on time in the middle of the next day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dai Zong explained that all other urgently needed items in the Rope Palace had been purchased, but it cost more than 10,000 Shenzhou coins to buy a car. He could only choose to rent three cars first. Fortunately, the shopkeeper of the carriage rental shop and her daughter were willing to help him drive the troika back to the rope palace.

Because of the inner shopkeeper with a silver and red tassel hanging on his waist, he urged several times to go back to the stirrups as soon as possible to take care of the store's business. After a brief lunch. Eight people from the sales group selected by Nan Tianba, Tang Linkun from the property group, Sansheng and Zhuangyuangong, and a group of fifteen people including Guide Yin got into the carriage.

Under the eyes of the quasi-immortals who stayed in the rope palace, the troika stuffed with jars and pen holders in the corners slowly rose into the air......

The stirrup base is the largest place where "free travelers" gather within a radius of several thousand miles.

A hundred years ago, there was a carefree man who would nail a horse's shoe in the human world, built three thatched huts on this traffic artery, wrote a "change of shoes" and embellished the end of the pole and hung it in front of the door......

In recent decades, he couldn't stand the hardships of the fairy world, and there were more and more freewheeling guests who voluntarily gave up their quasi-immortal status, and the stirrup barrier soon became a fortress with millions of free guests.

The leg strength of the troika was really not very good, and in addition to the heavy carriage, it took nearly three hours to travel less than a thousand miles.

By the time Nan Tianba and the others unloaded their goods, the stirrup base had already been lit up.

Dai Zong is a caring person, the place he is looking for is located at the head of a stone arch bridge, after dinner time, the number of pedestrians who go out to eat gradually increases.

"Senior brothers, let's sort out the goods, I didn't expect there to be so many people in the stirrups at night......"

In fact, there is no need for Nan Tianba's orders, except for the three saints who are pointing at the three words "Hongji Bridge", the other brothers have already put the Yun jar and pen holder on the steps of the arch bridge into a pyramid shape.

A man in his forties crouches down in front of a pen holder...... Seeing that the business came, the quasi-immortals were all overjoyed.

The man had been picking for more than a quarter of an hour, and ten pen holders were placed at his feet.

"Who's the boss, and how do you sell these pen holders?"

Seeing that he was wearing a purple brocade robe embroidered with green patterns and a milky white placket with a bright silk surface, Nan Tianba couldn't tell which dynasty this person came from, but it was completely certain that he was a rich man.

"Friend, you can open a business, you can watch it!" Nan Tianba didn't know what a pen holder was selling for at a reasonable price.

"Little boss, the quality of your pen holders is uneven! I don't have many Shenzhou coins on me, are these ten pen holders one hundred and one lines?"

Nan Tianba, who had been observing, glanced at the pen holder in the middle-aged man's hand, it was really amazing, the ten pen holders picked by this person were all handwritten by Wang Sheng, and the first batch of samples of the manuscript drawn by Wu Sheng himself.

"At first glance, the big boss is a connoisseur, our goods have just arrived and have not been sorted out, see if you really like it, you can take two pen holders for a thousand Shenzhou coins!"

Hearing that Nan Tianba's pen holder was going to sell for five hundred Shenzhou coins, all the quasi-immortals, including Tang Linkun, suddenly raised their throats.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man stood up, smiled happily and said, "Okay, according to your price, I want all of these." ”

Tang Linkun hurriedly took a small bamboo basket and stacked the ten pen holders neatly. The man took out a thick stack of Shenzhou coins, counted five thousand Shenzhou coins and handed them to Nan Tianba, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly and said:

"Little boss, you put these pen holders on the ground and sell them, I said one hundred, which is already a sky-high price. You dare to sell me five hundred one, and you are bold enough, so you are not afraid to scare me away?"

Nan Tianba smiled awkwardly, "Good goods are only sold by those who are destined." Boss Hu, don't you look at these jars anymore?"

Nan Tianba handed a jar that was also Wu Sheng's sketch to the middle-aged man's hand. The man only glanced at it, frowned slightly and said, "This is a cricket jar, right?"

"No, no, this is a jar of immortal honey. Nan Tianba hurriedly explained.

"You can't sell like that. The man pondered for a moment and said: "Little boss, I won't tell you, I am Hu Daxue, the owner of the 'Juyuanzhai' on Orchid Street, you see if this will work, in the future, you can send this grade of Yun jars and pen holders directly to my store, and I will ......buy them all for 500 Shenzhou coins."

"Okay, okay......" Nan Tianba smiled and agreed.

"But there is one thing, you can't continue to sell these kinds of jars and pen holders at the stalls in the future. If you promise, I will have as many goods as you want. ”

"I see that Boss Hu is a big dealer, okay, I promise you. In the future, if there are good goods, I will only supply one of 'Juyuanzhai'...... There are not many fine products brought today, and there are ten Yun jars. ”

Nan Tianba and Tang Linkun hurriedly found out the ten high-quality Yun jars, and Boss Hu really paid another 5,000 Shenzhou coins happily.

The quasi-immortals in the Rope Palace were stunned when they saw this scene, it seemed that the idea of this Nan Tianba to revitalize the economy of the Rope Palace was indeed feasible.

Without waiting for Boss Hu to carry the basket and leave, Nan Tianba mysteriously pulled Boss Hu's arm, leaned into his ear and said softly: "Boss Hu, I'll show you something good, you must like it!"

A portrait of Wu Sheng's head was barely half opened, and Boss Hu's eyes straightened.

"Little boss, forgive me for being clumsy, are you painting Saint Wu Daozi?"

Nan Tianba shook his head, "Boss Hu, my name is Nan Tianba, and I am just a gangster in the human world, so it is not worth mentioning at all...... Boss Hu, do you like this painting? If you like it, make a price!"

Boss Hu saw several thick stacks of rice paper stacked under a few cabbage baskets, and he didn't dare to answer for a long time.

"Are those all Wu Sheng's paintings? I can't afford to buy them if I sell them. ”

Boss Hu had an indescribable complex feeling in his heart that he couldn't express. Specifically, I really want to sell all these paintings, but I don't have that much financial resources. Give up this business, just afraid that you will miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and let other antique shops pick up the big leak. What worries Boss Hu even more is that the self-proclaimed Nan Tianba in front of him, although he looks less than twenty years old, the cunning in his eyes knows at a glance that he is not a foolish businessman. Boss Hu's heart rippled......

"Ahem, ahem......" Boss Hu couldn't think of any good way for a long time.

This Nan Tianba sincerely wanted to destroy Boss Hu, so he picked up a piece of Wang Sheng's "Eight Years of Yonghe" and unfolded it under Boss Hu's eyes.

"Who are you?"

Boss Hu, the boss of the stirrup antique industry, only looked at the Yongzi for a few seconds, took two steps back in a row, and almost didn't kick down the vegetable basket containing the jar and pen holder.

"Boss Hu, this Lan Tingxu is genuine, right?

Boss Hu's heart set off turbulent waves, can you not like the words of the sage? But even if you sell one of the ladies and two concubines in the family, it is impossible to have such a unique treasure!

"I still have Li Bai's first poetry collection "Shen Yin" in the fairy world, do you want to take a look at it first. ”

Without waiting for Nan Tianba to bend down and pick up the poetry collection, Boss Hu suddenly grabbed Nan Tianba's chest and said angrily: "Nan Tianba, who are you a demon, you dare to tease the old man with a blindfold method, the words of the sage, the painting of the sage, the poem of the poet, you can think of it." Looks like you don't want to mess around in the stirrups. Let's go, follow me to the hornet—"

The three saints standing on the Hongji Bridge saw that they mentioned their names in the human world and walked down from the bridge. More and more pedestrians saw the bustle, and they all gathered on the edge of the rope palace stall.

"Haha!" Nan Tianba blocked Hu Daxue's hand.

"Okay, you short-sighted Hu Daxue, you can't afford to leave, how can you talk nonsense with red mouth and white teeth? I still want to learn how to blind my eyes? Your boss Hu will teach me......"

The tall Nan Tianba jumped and shouted to compete with Hu Daxue, who was very tall. Suddenly, someone shouted:

Box box box

Box box box

Box box box

Box box box

(No matter how bold Tianlong is, he doesn't dare to say a few words of nonsense, so he calls this poem written by Li Bai, but he can only replace it with a frame, forgive me!)

It turned out that Li Bai was standing on the tenth step of the bridge and reciting an improvised five-word quatrain praising the Hongji Bridge, which attracted all the eyes of the excitement.

"I am Li Bai, and I can prove that what my senior brother Nan said is true. ”

"I am Wang Xizhi, and I can prove that I wrote those words. ”

"I'm Wu Daozi, who has paper? I'll draw a few pictures on the spot for you to see-"

Seeing the excitement, the Hongji Bridge was immediately crowded.

Zhuang Yuanlang finally stepped on the ninth step and shouted loudly: "I am the heir of the champion of the Yihai Branch in the eighth year of Song Taizu Kaibao, I can prove ......"

Before Zhuang Yuanlang could finish speaking, he was squeezed to the side of the bridge. I don't know which saint's fan was eager to make physical contact with the idol in his mind, and the cat bent his waist, got through the cracks, and struggled to get together, and Zhuang Yuanlang rode on his neck for some reason.

"Ahh......h

Listening to the sound, Zhuangyuanlang unfortunately fell into the river.