It's not far from the old gentleman's letter-writing stall to Taiheju, and the road is easy to walk. Go straight to the first intersection, turn in, and walk to the end.
There are very few people in Taihe and Curie at this time, and people from the Western Regions do not have the habit of drinking tea in the afternoon. They still prefer drinking alcohol to drinking tea. So Tai Heju also sells wine at the dinner stall. If such an impure tea house opened in the northern part of Dawei, there would be no business. People will think that the quality of tea in a teahouse that sells wine will not be very good.
From far away, Zhao Rang saw Yuan Mingkong sitting there alone. There were several empty plates and three teapots on the table.
The bearded man must have been sending people to keep an eye on Yuan Mingkong, even after he drank three pots of milk tea, he knew so clearly.
After eating the last dried apricot, Yuan Mingkong saw Zhao Rang sit down.
He is obviously of low character.
Anyone who sits in the same place doing nothing for a long time will definitely do this.
It would be even more boring if he couldn't understand what the people around him said.
"I know you're coming."
Zhao Rang asked:
"How did you know?"
Yuan Mingkong looked at a table diagonally across the corner and said:
"The people at that table just left."
The bearded man was not watching in the dark, but let people sit beside Yuan Mingkong openly. Strong wind
Zhao Rang saw a few empty plates and three teapots placed on the table. It seems that that person is as boring as Yuan Mingkong.
Whether it's being stared at or staring at others, it's the same.
"Is there any trace of a middleman?"
Yuan Mingkong curled his lips and shook his head.
In order not to miss it, he drank three pots of milk tea without relieving himself. When Zhao Rang finally came back, he quickly got up and went to the latrine behind the stairs to relieve the pressure.
"Is this what you gained after walking for so long? A bunch of little clay figurines??"
Yuan Mingkong asked when he saw the clay figurine on the table when he came back.
The initial plan of the two of them was for Zhao to go to clothing stores and other corners of the market to try their luck. Although the appearance of the beard had an impact, Yuan Mingkong didn't think this was the reason for Zhao Rang to bring back a pile of rags.
The clay figurine hasn't dried yet, and fingerprints will be imprinted on it if you touch it, making it even more shabby...
"Can't you see the difference in these clay figures?"
After hearing what Zhao Rang said, Yuan Mingkong put on a serious face, looked at it carefully, and said:
"The pinching is quite good, lifelike. Who are these people?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"They are all outsiders who showed up at Qingshanke last night."
Yuan Mingkong suddenly became excited:
"That's right here..."
"This is Wei Xingshu!"
Yuan Mingkong carefully took Wei Xingshu's clay figurine, looked at it countless times, and then carefully put it down without saying a word. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"What, you don't call it trash now?"
Zhao Rang teased.
Yuan Mingkong smiled sheepishly, changed the subject and said:
"Although I haven't seen a real person yet, it's still a bit confusing when the legendary figure is placed in front of you."
Zhao Rang agreed with his statement and added:
"And after getting excited, you will immediately become lonely."
Yuan Mingkong remained silent.
Because he has begun to feel lonely.
After a while, he continued:
"Now that it is confirmed that Wei Xingshu killed everyone, have you found out the whereabouts of Princess Amani?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
"Not only has the whereabouts not been found, but we are not even sure whether Wei Xingshu killed the person."
Yuan Mingkong's eyes widened.
Isn't this something that was determined before coming out of Qingshanke? What's more, there are people who saw it so clearly that they made clay figures out of them.
"Because there were two unknown people who came out of Qingshan Guest at about the same time."
"And not taking the high road."
Yuan Mingkong asked:
"Do you believe what that person said?"
Zhao Rang leaned on the chair, looked at the sky, and said:
"Because he's a gambler."
Yuan Mingkong said disdainfully:
"You can't believe what a gambler says! Nine out of ten gamblers are cheaters. Gamblers are all good at deceiving others!"
Zhao Rang said lightly:
"Gamblers may be like this to the banker, but a real gambler must abide by the four words "willingness to gamble and accept defeat."
After saying that, without waiting for Yuan Mingkong to refute, Zhao Rang directly placed the two clay figurines of men and women from the Western Regions in front of Yuan Mingkong.
"I don't know her either. And I can't even see this woman's face!"
Yuan Mingkong said exactly the same thing as Zhao Rang.
It was originally a matter of luck, but unfortunately luck was not on their side this time.
"Let's go to the clothing store and have a look. If there's no sign yet, we'll call it a day!"
Zhang San asked several people about the ready-made clothing store that Haidiya mentioned, but no one could tell anything about it. Zhao Rang looked at his disgraced face and couldn't help but said:
"Don't be obsessed with the word "clothing store." Just ask where clothes are sold.
Another question, Zhang San soon found out.
There are actually no ready-made clothing shops in the Northwest Market.
The reason is simple, people here can't afford it.
The northwest market only has clothing shops, which sell second-hand clothes or second-hand clothes that have been worn by others.
In this business, the trading situation is very complicated and there are a lot of inside stories.
Zhao Rang heard from Ximen Dazhuang that the earliest development of his family's family relied on two clothing appraisal shops facing each other. It can be seen that there is definitely a lot of oil and water in the rags. Once they are made, they will not have to worry about food and clothing, and they can also expand their territory and earn money.
One of the most important rules is that you cannot return or exchange your clothes. If you go home and find a big problem, you have to endure it. You deserve to be unlucky.
Therefore, the clothes shop is always dark... Otherwise, if the buyers see the small holes burned by soot and the bits eaten away by insects, can they still keep it? If it is dark, many people will not be able to see it if they are not paying attention. If they pay the money in a daze, the transaction is considered completed.
"Have you ever been to a clothing store?"
As soon as Zhao Rang finished asking, he regretted it...
The majestic Seventh Prince, even if he is the least popular, will not be reduced to wearing old clothes.
"I've been there before, I like old things the most!"
Yuan Mingkong's answer was beyond Zhao Rang's expectation.
"When you get back to the north, I'll take you around. That store not only sells used clothes, but also has a lot of interesting things!"
With that said, he walked to the door of the clothing store.
A smell of leather kept pouring out from inside, not only invading Zhao Rang's nasal cavity, but also making him unable to open his eyes.
When the waiter at the clothing store saw three people standing at the door, he immediately bent down, performed a chest-supporting salute, and politely invited them in.
In Dawei, there are two types of work in the clothing store: those that earn wages and those that do not.
For those who earn wages, the money is fixed every month, and the store manager provides a lunch. If it is a job that does not earn wages, the store does not have any expenses when hiring, and does not care about food. The monthly income is determined entirely by the number of sales and the price. In the clothing appraisal industry, these guys are called " A change worker.”
Every piece of clothing in the shop has two price tags, one bright and one dark. For example, if a person wants to buy a leather robe, the clerk will know the code of the garment at a glance. The price quoted to the buyer depends entirely on his words. As long as the price is not lower than the password, everything is up to him. After it is sold, any amount higher than the password will be regarded as change when accounting, and the boss and the clerk will each take half. How much you can share, whether to buy a house or beg for food, all depends on the employee's personal ability, so many people are willing to work as "penny workers" who do not earn any wages.
"Master, he asked you what clothes you two wanted to buy. He also said that you two really came to the right place. This is the most comprehensive store in the northwest market. You can buy everything from ninety-nine to just walking. arrive."
Zhang San translated for Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong without missing a word.
Judging from the cut of the clerk, he was probably a change worker.
But Zhao Rang didn't come here to buy clothes, he came to meet the middleman.
At this time, the shop was empty, with only one waiter supporting him, and Zhao Rang had no idea.
Suddenly I thought that my coat was used as a pocket to hold the clay figurine, and it had already been stained. It was better to buy a new one. If I didn't argue with the price, I could just let the waiter earn more change, so that the rest would be easier.
"Tell him I want to buy a smock."
Zhang San relayed what Zhao Rang said, and the clerk nodded repeatedly. At the same time, he walked behind Zhao Rang and used his arms to estimate the width of his shoulders.
The waiter was still chattering while he was rummaging around. Zhang San wanted to translate, but Zhao Rang waved his hand to stop him. It must be some innocuous flattery and boasting. It is better not to listen and let your ears be clear.
"Master, he asked you to try this."
The clerk handed over a cowhide blouse with fine stitching and solid materials. The important thing was that it was still new. Zhao Rang took a liking to it at first sight.
"Does it look good?"
Yuan Mingkong looked up and down and said:
"Very energetic and a few inches taller!"
The man quoted three taels of silver.
Zhao Rang knew that this dress was definitely not worth it, but the weather was nice today and he was in a good mood, so he didn't care about it at all.
Satisfied with wearing his new clothes, Zhao Rang hid the knife inside again.
When the man saw Zhao Rang's knife, he pointed at it and said a lot.
After hearing this, Zhang San felt that it should be useful to Zhao Rang, so he translated:
"Master, he said he has a scabbard. It's made of leather. It's made of the same material as the blouse you're wearing. It matches very well. Do you want to see it?"
Zhao Rang was overjoyed when he heard this!
He has been suffering from the lack of a scabbard for a long time...
Even though this was the first time he had heard of a scabbard made of leather, it would be fine as long as it could function as a scabbard.
"Zhao Rang!"
Zhao Rang, who was immersed in joy, was shocked by Yuan Mingkong's sudden shout.
"What's wrong?!"
Yuan Mingkong pointed to the door, and Zhao Rang looked along. Suddenly, there were two poles and a tarpaulin where there was no one just now.
There were two rows of small square boxes placed neatly under the tarp, but from this angle it was not clear what was inside.
A skinny old man stood behind the square box, holding a fan in his hand and fanning it repeatedly on the square box, as if to drive away mosquitoes.
Seeing Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looking at him, the old man did not dodge at all, but smiled at her.
"is it him?"
No one can know for sure, but you still have to go and see what happens.
Zhao Rang just wore a smock, held a scabbard, and hurried out of the store, but he forgot that he had not paid the bill. 1
