Zhao Rang's list was so detailed that even Yuan Mingkong was amazed after reading it. It was obviously his first time back in the Western Region, but it was as if he had been away for several years, thinking about everything.
After finishing writing, Zhao Rang removed the paperweight, held a corner, dried the ink on it, and prepared to hand it to Ximen Dazhuang.
"Hey! Wait!"
Zhao Rang suddenly remembered something again, put the paper on the table again, and added the words "five body smocks" at the bottom of the list.
After Yuan Mingkong saw it, he smiled and said:
"You forgot your smock!"
Zhao Rang has always had the habit of wearing blouses, but he himself doesn't know why. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that I didn't have this habit before at home. Later, when I went on a trip, I found that the smock was really convenient. It can not only protect you from wind and rain, but also hide the knife hanging from your waist. It can bring unexpected effects in many cases!
"You need to tell the clerk about the smock specifically. The material must be strong, but breathable, and not too heavy, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to wear on your shoulders. In addition, the stitching must be dense, preferably with two lines inside and outside. If not, you can Buy it first, and then find a tailor shop to have it altered, it’s quick and won’t waste time.”
After Zhao Rang finished explaining, he saw Ximen Dazhuang's eyes widened and he remained motionless, looking at him blankly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Rang wiped his face subconsciously.
Usually when this happens, there is something dirty on his face.
"It's nothing, I just feel that Brother Rang, you...are suddenly different!"
Zhao Rang asked:
"What's different?"
Ximen Dazhuang frowned and thought seriously for a while, then shook his head and replied:
"Can't tell."
"Hard to say……"
"Forget it, it's better not to say anything!"
Zhao Rang was a little anxious. Is this kid drawing circles with me? He said these three words upside down, but he managed to make them fit the situation perfectly!
It wasn't until Ximen Dazhuang walked out of the house to arrange the things on the list that Zhao Rang slapped his forehead and realized that he had missed one of the most critical things - a knife!
His Huanshou sword has been completely scrapped. He borrowed Ye Sanniang's sword before, but he always felt that it was uncomfortable. When swinging the sword, it seems that there is a gap between the palm and the handle of the sword, preventing him from fully displaying his cultivation strength and the subtlety of his moves.
"I'm going out to buy a knife!"
Zhao Rang said and hurriedly prepared to go out.
But as soon as he took two steps, he stopped, turned to look at Yuan Mingkong, and asked with an embarrassed look:
"Um...do you have any money? I have no money!"
Yuan Mingkong burst into a series of hearty laughter, which shook the beams so much that the dust fell down.
Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin, who were chatting quietly aside, were startled by his laughter and hurried over to ask what happened.
Yuan Mingkong laughed so hard that he was out of breath. He put his hands on his waist and said:
"He asked me to borrow money!"
"What are you borrowing money for?"
Yuan Kexin asked.
"Borrow money to buy a knife!"
Borrowing money is not a ridiculous thing, nor is buying a knife. The reason why Yuan Mingkong smiled like this was because of Zhao Rang's identity. As the most powerful swordsman family in the Northern Territory of Dawei, their son was reduced to the point where he had to borrow money to buy a sword when he was away from home.
Even a storybook legend would not dare to write such a thing, otherwise the storyteller's place would be destroyed!
Zhao Rang himself didn't know anything.
There are so many stories about heroes who have only one penny throughout the ages. A founding marshal of the previous dynasty sold horses on the street because he had no money when he was not yet prosperous. In comparison, borrowing money to buy a knife is nothing. Maybe he is a member of the royal family and has a different brain than ordinary people, so he finds it so ridiculous.
"Here, take it!"
Although the smiles of the two brothers and sisters were not malicious, they still made Zhao Rang a little embarrassed.
At this moment, the landlady threw an exquisite purse.
The purse was scented with jasmine, just like the smell in her own house in Yangguan.
Jasmine is quiet and elegant, yet extremely long-lasting. First of all, it is not that strong compared to other scents, such as osmanthus. Zhao Rang also likes jasmine very much. He has two pots in the room where he goes most often. One time, a servant in the family died due to neglect of care, and Zhao Rang lost his temper. Later, the housekeeper arranged for a boy to serve the remaining pot of jasmine. Loosen the soil, fertilize, and water without any hesitation. Before Zhao Rang left home, the main branch of this pot of jasmine was already as thick as a baby's arm, turning the flower into a tree!
Seeing that Zhao Rang liked this purse very much, Ye Sanniang said to him:
"The one I'm using is already a bit old! After a few days, I'll be done with it. I'll have some free time and make a new one for you!"
Zhao Rang asked in surprise:
"Can you still do embroidery?"
The purse in the hand is well-proportioned and dense. There are three-color threads twisted into one embroidery on both the front and back, which is extremely exquisite. Even a professional embroiderer would have to spend a lot of effort to complete a purse like this.
"No, I can only kill people!"
Ye Sanniang was annoyed by Zhao Rang's words. She pulled out her scimitar with a slightly upward tip and said coldly!
"Thank you, boss lady, I will pay you back in the future!"
After saying that, Zhao Rang's body flew out like a swallow.
There is a corner door in the courtyard where you can go out directly, but Zhao Rang suddenly wanted to go around to the front to see if the bank was operating normally after it reopened. You can tell by looking at it. When Ximen Dazhuang prepares everything on the list, you can talk to him about the management rights of this semicolon.
If you want to get to the counter at the front, you have to go through the corridor on the patio or pass by the door of the kitchen. There was still an hour before lunch, and the cook should be preparing, so Zhao Rang decided to take a new path.
I have to say that this branch of Tongbao Bank is really big. The innermost courtyard wall is already close to the mountain wall. But looking at the smoothness of the mountain wall, it was definitely not formed naturally and had to be polished manually. This shows that when it was originally built, a lot of distance was dug into the mountain.
There are two cooks in the kitchen, and the others are little girls who help. These girls are basically children from poor families. They have no energy to work, let alone study, so they were sold out by their parents early. Their future life and death will all depend on fate. On weekdays, they help the cook. After finishing their work, they eat some leftovers to fill their stomachs, and then go back to the house to sleep.
Fortunately, Tongbao Bank is not short of money, so the meals are excellent, and each meal will have no less than four dishes, so even the leftovers are enough for these little girls who don't have much appetite.
From this point of view, being sold into the family by my parents turned out to be a good thing! At least I can eat, sleep well, and have clothes to wear!
A long way away, Zhao Rang saw three little girls washing dishes and chopsticks in the yard, while the other two were washing rice.
In addition to the clerks, there are many guards in the semicolon, so the amount of meat, vegetables, rice and noodles consumed every day is also extremely shocking. There are not enough manpower to do it.
Seeing Zhao Rang coming, the little girls looked at him intently, then screamed and ran away.
Although Zhao Rang has never been to the kitchen, he is "famous" in the semicolon! Those clerks and guards spread rumors, getting more and more outrageous. In the end, they blamed Zhao Rang for Shen Liushu's death and the bloodbath of the Zhong family class. So much so that these little girls now regard Zhao Rang as the world-destroying ghost king of the underworld. When they see him coming, they immediately have only one thought in their mind, run!
Fortunately, one of the two chefs is a veteran chef who has seen the world. He has been cooking in the branch of Tongbao Bank for twenty years. He has seen many young and old people coming and going, including the guards, guards, and even the shopkeeper. Hearing the noise of the little girls outside, he quickly took a kitchen knife and walked out to check.
He also knew that things were not going well in the semicolon recently. If something really happened, it would still take some effort for the guards to arrive, so it would be better to hold the kitchen knife firmly by himself.
When he saw it was Zhao Rang, the master's face turned pale...
How could this murderous evil star sneak into the kitchen?
In a wealthy family, cooks like them are just servants, no matter how delicious their dishes are. Young masters from these aristocratic families are taught that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" and will never come to the kitchen on weekdays.
"Big...big lord!"
The old master stammered and dropped the knife in his hand.
Facing Zhao Rang, even holding ten kitchen knives in his hands was of no avail.
"ah?"
No one had ever called Zhao Rang 'sir' before, and he couldn't react for a while.
As a result, the old master thought that Zhao Rang was angry, so he knelt down and kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and soon a big bruise appeared on his forehead!
Zhao Rang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when the old master knocked down again with great force, he rushed forward and reached out to hold his forehead.
I haven't reached the fourth level yet, so I can't express my energy. If you want to be like Ye Sanniang, you can make Ximen Dazhuang fall over with just a wave of your hand, but you can't do it.
"I'm not an adult. I grew up eating. I don't eat people. Master, don't be afraid. Get up and talk!"
The old master nodded blankly, and Zhao Rang took his arm and lifted him up.
"Sir, you...what are you doing here?"
The old master tried his best to communicate with all the polite words and literary words he knew, but what he said was totally wrong and completely inconsistent... I guess what he wanted to say was He Guigan.
Zhao Rang heard that he took the initiative to ask, and thought that maybe they could still have a normal conversation. Now Shen Liushu is dead, and so is the deputy shopkeeper. Although Ye Sanniang had been to Chagan Tologai before, the place had changed drastically. If he wants to buy a knife, he has to find someone who is familiar with this place and ask for details.
Those guys in the semicolon are too oily. Zhao Rang was very cautious about life-threatening matters such as knives. He had to find a reliable and honest person to inquire. The cook in front of me, who has been cooking for so many years, is the best candidate.
Unlike the guys at the stalls, who socialize politely with other businessmen all day long, and because of professional reasons, he has to go out for shopping every day, so he has a detailed and true understanding of Chagan Toluogai, which will definitely have some influence on Zhao Rang's purchase of knives. helped.
