Chapter 008
Song Kangnian, also known as Song Xiance, was actually not a broker, but a charlatan.
Song Kangnian was a native of Yongcheng, Guide Prefecture. He had studied hard since he was a child and had a photographic ability. He was enlightened at the age of six and took part in the Yongcheng County Boy Examination at the age of twelve. Cheng is not a wealthy family and can only be ranked third.
In the same year, he took the prefectural examination. If he passed the prefectural examination, he could be a child. It's just a pity that Song Kangnian was unlucky. When he went to Guide Prefecture to take the imperial examination, he was infected with wind and cold. It took more than three months to recover from the illness, but he missed the imperial examination. Missing the imperial examination was very important to the twelve For the age-old Song Kangnian, this was nothing. With his knowledge, it was not difficult to become a scholar.
However, the problem was that Song Kangnian gradually realized that something was not right about his figure. As a twelve-year-old child, his height would increase significantly every year, but his height did not increase by an inch.
Realizing this problem, Song Kangnian was very desperate. The first thing to look for in the Ming Dynasty was appearance. In terms of facial features, Song Kangnian had no problem, but if he was too short, there would be problems.
Until he was fifteen years old, Song Kangnian was desperate. He took his luggage and went to Longkang to see the Longkang warlock Wu Xianweng. According to legend, Wu Xianweng had the ability to predict three hundred years in advance and five hundred years in hindsight. Originally, Song Kangnian just wanted to ask about his future, but Wu Xianweng opened another door.
From then on, Song Kangnian studied martial arts with Wu Xianweng. After six years of study, Wu Xianweng died. According to their Taoist learning method, that was to become an immortal. Song Kangnian began to travel around the world.
Song Kangnian was proficient in fortune-telling numbers, and could observe the fate of each person through his face. Some people were rich all their lives, some were homeless, some were walking on thin ice, some were plagued by bad luck, and some were in great danger.
When he met Cheng Shijie, he couldn't tell what the man looked like. Now Song Kangnian had just traveled around the world and thought he was not good at learning, so he wanted to observe Cheng Shijie nearby again. It happened that he came across Shen Mingyu who was inquiring about the broker, so he volunteered and claimed that he was the broker.
Cheng Shijie had naturally heard of Song Kangnian, also known as Song Xiance. Of course, his understanding of Song Xiance was because he was the founding military advisor of Li Zicheng in history and made great contributions to Li Zicheng's establishment of the Dashun Empire.
"I wonder what you need, sir!"
Cheng Shijie took out what looked like a Tang Hengdao. It was a Hengdao with a matte black scabbard. He handed it to Shen Mingyu: "Mingyu, use this knife to defend yourself!"
Shen Mingyu gently pulled out the Tang Hengdao, and saw that the blade was bright. With a flick, it made a loud golden sound: "Good knife!"
Cheng Shijie then took out another one with a similar style. Of course, this one had a dark black blade and the scabbard was made of leather.
The horizontal knife, which is more than eighty centimeters long, is more than one meter long with the handle, almost reaching Song Kangnian's neck.
Song Kangnian looked at the sword and said in surprise: "This is a magic weapon!"
"Can you find a suitable buyer for Cheng?"
"This is a good thing!"
Song Kangnian smiled and asked, "I wonder how much money you want to sell?"
"How about twenty taels?"
Song Kangnian muttered: "If it's Song..."
"How much you can sell is your business!"
Cheng Shijie smiled faintly: "Even if it's one hundred taels of silver per handle, the part that comes out is your benefit!"
"I wonder how many of these knives Mr. Cheng has?"
"I can get as much as you need, but it will take time!"
Song Kangnian nodded. When Cheng Shijie wasn't paying attention, he started to use the technique of looking at the Qi...
However, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared, and Song Kangnian shouted: "Ah..."
"Plop!"
Song Kangnian fell to the ground.
Cheng Shijie was stunned: "What's going on?"
"My boss, maybe this broker has never seen the world. My boss promised him such a big benefit. He is crazy about it!"
Cheng Shijie stepped forward and checked Song Kangnian's breathing. He was really afraid that Song Kangnian was dead. If the three most important military advisors of Dashun died, would Li Zicheng still have a chance to establish Dashun?
Fortunately, Song Kangnian is still breathing.
Cheng Shijie pointed at Song Kangnian and said, "Ming Yu, get him on your bed."
"Why do you want to get it on my bed..."
"Did you put it on my bed?"
"All right!"
Shen Mingyu pinched Song Kangnian with both hands and put Song Kangnian on his bed, and then went out to ask the waiter to help find a doctor. Shen Mingyu was still worried that Yang Yuniang would kill Cheng Shijie if she was still there.
Yang Yuniang has been looking for opportunities to be alone with Cheng Shijie.
However, she ignored Cheng Shijie's original intention.
Cheng Shijie's biggest motivation in the late Ming Dynasty was to make money, to earn life-saving money for his daughter.
At this time, Cheng Shijie was thinking that it was a bit inconvenient to be in Liuji. If he traveled back and forth like this, just transporting supplies from later generations, he might soon arouse the suspicion of interested people.
If given the choice, Cheng Shijie would not even want to stay in this tinderbox-like city of Dengzhou.
He thought, if the first transaction can go smoothly, then he should quickly find a carriage and leave Dengzhou City first before leaving Dengzhou for the capital. At least before the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the capital was the safest...
Just when Cheng Shijie was thinking about it, Song Kangnian woke up. The first thing he did when he woke up was to take Cheng Shijie's sword samples, one each, and go out to find buyers.
At this time, Yang Yuniang gradually became anxious.
Shen Mingyu stood at Cheng Shijie's door like a tree stump.
Every time he wanted to test it out, Shen Mingyu stared sharply at Yang Yunniang, which made Yang Yuniang feel very uncomfortable.
Women's best weapon is naturally their bodies.
Yang Yuniang decided to use this weapon of hers.
Seeing little Jiaxin sleeping, Yang Yuniang said softly: "Shen...Brother Shen...can you..."
Yang Yuniang's voice showed that she was in great pain and very weak.
Shen Mingyu walked into the east wing holding the Tang Hengdao given to him by Cheng Shijie.
Shen Mingyu opened the door and saw a piece of water sprinkled on the ground. Yang Yunniang's back was turned to her, covering her stomach with her hands.
Shen Mingyu walked over: "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Yunniang shook her head: "I don't know, I drank it..."
Shen Mingyu looked at the table in the compartment. There was a teapot and a used tea bowl on the table. The tea bowl had been poured on the table. He walked over, looked at the tea bowl, took the tea bowl and smelled it: "This nothing!"
At this moment, Yang Yunniang's body moved. She immediately closed the door and murmured: "Brother Shen, you don't want...don't do this...slave..."
Shen Mingyu watched Yang Yunniang tear open her clothes and mess up her hair, and then she said her own voice: "Little girl...bitch, otherwise, grandpa will strangle your daughter to death!"
This voice was filled with fierce anger.
At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door: "Yun Niang...Yun Niang!"
This private courtyard is not big to begin with, and the wooden rooms are not soundproof at all.
When Yang Yuniang called Shen Mingyu, Cheng Shijie actually heard it, and then the sound coming from inside felt a little strange.
Cheng Shijie hurried over holding a Tang straight knife.
Yang Yunniang hurriedly put on her clothes again and briefly combed her hair. Although it looks normal, if you look closely, it will feel abnormal.
Yang Yunniang opened the door: "My boss!"
Shen Mingyu thought Yang Yunniang would complain directly, but what she didn't expect was that Yang Yuniang said: "My boss, the slave accidentally knocked over the basin. Brother Shen came over to help the slave clean it up!"
Cheng Shijie looked at Shen Mingyu, who wanted to explain.
Cheng Shijie signaled to Shen Mingyu: "Mingyu, let's come out and talk!"
Cheng Shijie walked to the door of Dongkuoyuan: "Mingyu, you haven't got a family yet, right?"
"yes!"
Cheng Shijie looked at Yang Yunniang's room behind him and lowered his voice: "What do you think of Yunniang?"
"she……"
Cheng Shijie knew his own affairs. He thought that he was just a passerby in the late Ming Dynasty. Yang Yunniang's experience was indeed a bit pitiful. There were too many such people in the Ming Dynasty and he could not save them, but meeting them was fate.
It's better to arrange Yang Yunniang to follow Shen Mingyu.
Although Yang Yuniang is no longer a virgin, Shen Mingyu's conditions are not very good. Getting married and marrying a wife is just that. No matter how good the conditions are, what kind of woman will he find.
If Wu Dalang found an ordinary woman instead of Pan Jinlian, he would not die.
Shen Mingyu quickly shook his head: "My boss, no!"
"It's time for men to get married, and it's time for women to get married!"
Cheng Shijie smiled faintly: "Yang Yun Niang is good. Although you have a child and an extra mouth to eat, with your ability, it shouldn't be a problem to support the two of them, right? What's more, Yang Yun Niang is still young. If you get married now, you can have another child next year. Child, biological. If you are worried about Jiaxin, I will leave you a sum of money..."
Shen Ming was anxious and said: "Master, I feel quite good being alone!"
"What the hell, if you don't have any idea, what happened just now? Do you think I'm blind?"
Shen Mingyu couldn't help but smile: "My boss...I..."
"Okay, I don't care about this!"
Cheng Shijie said: "But you have to watch your belt~!"
Shen Mingyu now has yellow mud smeared into his crotch. It's not just shit, it's shit.
…
If Cheng Shijie asks Song Kangnian, who is pretending to be a broker, to sell other things, he really has no way and doesn't know how to deal with it. However, he really has a way to sell swords.
A few days ago, Song Kangnian was telling fortunes on the street. General Geng Zhongming, the governor of Denglai, met Song Kangnian. He asked the soldiers to stop Song Kangnian and ask Song Kangnian to tell his fortune.
Song Kangnian is definitely not that kind of charlatan. He is a person with real abilities. Although Geng Zhongming was dressed in casual clothes at the time, he could see that Geng Zhongming actually had the appearance of a python, which showed that the other party was more noble than a prince. His words made Geng Zhongming very happy. , and rewarded him with ten taels of silver, which was definitely a generous act.
Song Kangnian asked to see Geng Zhongming again without any effort at all.
"Sir, what are you doing!"
"My lord, do you need a weapon?"
Geng Zhongming burst out laughing: "If you need some weapons for self-defense, I will give them to you, general!"
"How about this knife?"
Geng Zhongming pulled out the Tang straight sword. He had seen many knives in his life, but he had never seen such a good sword. The green light on the blade was as bright as a mirror. He bent his finger and flicked it on the spine, and then it "zheng" With a dragon's roar, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Okay, a great weapon!"
"General, do you need it?"
Geng Zhongming touched the industrial artworks of later generations with his hands and murmured: "Such a magical weapon, Geng will regret it if I miss it. I want as much as you have!"
"This... is not ordinary!"
"Understood, how many taels of silver are needed!"
Song Kangnian extended his hand to make a gesture of eight.
Geng Zhongming looked pained: "Eight hundred taels of silver... is too expensive!"
Cheng Shijie offered 20 taels of silver. He felt that asking for 80 taels and earning 60 taels of silver per handle was enough to make him feel guilty. Unexpectedly, Geng Zhongming actually defaulted to 800 taels.
"If it was someone else who had less than 800 taels of silver, Song would turn around and leave. Who made Song and the general predestined? How about 500 taels for a mouthful?"
"Okay, very good, how many do you have?"
"There are four sizes of straight knives, each with two hilts, a total of eight hilts. There are three sizes of Yanling knives, a total of six hilts. There are two types of Han swords, each with a total of six hilts!"
Song Kangnian also knew that rare things are valuable. Originally, Cheng Shijie wanted to sell twenty-eight swords, but he was only willing to sell them to Geng Zhongming, totaling twenty swords.
A total of ten thousand taels of silver.
"make a deal!"
