The old man and the girl were immediately dumbfounded and despaired. One hundred taels of gold, they had never seen so much money in their lives.
Everyone was shocked and looked at each other. A piece of clothing costs a hundred taels of gold. What a fool you have to be to buy it.
Han Changmu looked deeply at the scholar and frowned slightly.
He saw the scholar's stretched-out feet. There was a small, inconspicuous dark mark on the clean light-colored deerskin boots. They were thoroughly dried and were definitely not splashed by the vegetable soup that the young girl accidentally spilled.
From Yao Yao's direction, only the scholar's side face can be seen, and a narrow hem of his middle coat can be seen.
She felt that this face, which had not been cared for much and was full of pimples, and the wrinkled and yellowed collar, did not look like someone who was willing to spend a hundred taels of gold to buy clothes.
Isn't it always said in urban novels that to see whether a man is a real nobleman, it is not to see whether his suit is a famous brand, but to see how expensive his shirt and cufflinks are.
This scholar's middle coat must be from a street vendor.
Yao Yao raised his lips and smiled. He couldn't tell who the Shu brocade clothes worth a hundred taels of gold were ripped off from.
Han Changmu saw that Yao Yao's face changed slightly, and he was ready to stand up and draw his sword in a heroic manner. He glanced at her sharply, and saw that she sat back in fright, and then calmly said: "If you want to take the lead, you have to see what you have." He has no ability to stand out.”
Yao Yao gritted his teeth bitterly.
Of course she has the ability. The book has a weak look that can be stabbed to death with one finger, so he bullies and bullies a little girl who is weaker than him. If he encounters someone like her, he will only be beaten to death.
She blinked twice and understood the meaning of Han Changmu's words. The two of them had special status, and it was indeed inappropriate for them to be too high-profile, and it was easy to shoot them.
She had no choice but to sit obediently and turned to look at the group of escorts who were watching the excitement. Even the leader of the escorts put down his bamboo chopsticks and carefully looked at what the clothes worth a hundred taels of gold looked like.
She thought that the escorts who traveled around the world had a sense of chivalry and would stand up to save beauties.
But these escorts overturned her self-confidence. No one came forward, they were all busy watching the fun, and they even lamented that the scholar was really rich. A hundred taels of gold was enough to buy a decent house in Chang'an City.
Yao Yao sighed while holding his bamboo chopsticks.
It was agreed that the Jianghu people would come to the aid of Jianghu people when the road was rough. Why not drink wine, eat meat and curse loudly like in the Water Margin? These escorts completely subverted Yao Yao's concept of Jianghu people.
After reading the happy feuds in Mr. Jin's books for so many years, once I saw the real Jianghu people, it was like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.
Han Changmu lowered his head to drink the soup. He took a sip and glanced at Yao Yao. Her face turned gloomy and clear, angry and confused. He couldn't help but shake his head. She was such a girl who couldn't hide things. Her emotions were all written on her face.
He shook his head.
With such an expression of joy and anger, there is no hope of being in the officialdom, and even if you get married, you will be disliked by your mother-in-law.
After such a big commotion, the shopkeeper of Lou Chuan stood behind the counter without changing his expression, burying his head like an ostrich, as if he was dead, neither listening nor seeing.
What is there to say? He has been sailing on this canal for ten years and has seen many such things. If he had been left to take charge of everything, he would have lost all his money.
Besides, it is only right to repay debts and kill people to pay for their lives.
What, clothes costing a hundred taels of gold are too expensive, 80% of them are a trap.
The shopkeeper of the building shook his head. He couldn't afford clothes worth a hundred taels of gold, but there were many stupid people with too much money. Who made that girl unlucky?
For a while, no one spoke, no one came forward to fight the injustice, and the lobby was extremely quiet.
Seeing that everyone was intimidated by the hundred-tael gold clothes, the scholar grabbed the girl's bun and dragged her to her feet. He narrowed his eyes and raised his chin at the boy beside him: "Write a contract of sale. "
With a one-hundred-tael gold deed of betrayal, the girl will never be able to turn over again in her life.
With a crash, Yao Yao finally stood up, and all the eyes in the lobby turned to her.
Han Changmu coughed slightly, loosened his hands, and the bamboo chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter.
Yao Yao came to his senses in a daze, pursed his lips and bent down, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, washed them with hot tea, wiped them clean with a snow-white handkerchief, and handed them to Han Changmu with both hands.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao calmly, nodded secretly, and was quite responsive.
The fist is not strong enough, and the net worth is not thick enough.
Everyone turned back in disappointment and continued to watch the scholar and the girl break up the deed of betrayal worth a hundred taels of gold.
The boy wrote the deed of betrayal with neat pen and ink and sent it to the scholar.
The scholar glanced at the girl and raised his chin towards the girl. Seeing that the girl didn't move, he kicked the old man eight feet away and smiled kindly: "If you don't sign, I will throw the old guy off the boat and feed the fish."
In today's world, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.
The girl shed her tears and turned her eyes to the deed of sale. Although she didn't know much about reading, she could still write her name. She picked up the pen and signed the deed of sale.
A golden light approached, exuding the dazzling light of gold. It clanged and hit the girl's hand.
The girl felt pain and whined twice in her throat. Her hand involuntarily let go, and the pen fell on the deed of sale. The ink spread on the paper and blurred the handwriting.
That golden light was indeed a gold ingot, and it was so bright and dazzling.
Yao Yao's eyes were round and bright. Gold was indeed the most beautiful color in the world.
"Who, who?" The scholar turned his head and looked in the direction where the gold was thrown, and asked several times, but no one answered.
But there was another person behind him. He slapped the food table with a loud bang and said, "Where are you looking? I'm here."
The scholar was startled, but when he turned around, he saw a big face in front of him.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to this man.
Han Changmu was startled and looked at each other quickly with Yao Yao.
It was the young man in scarlet clothes who was vomiting so much that he couldn't straighten his waist. His complexion had improved a lot and he was still in good spirits. It seemed that the anti-vomiting medicine had a good effect.
Mr. Fei Yi took out several silver notes and slapped them on the food table with a proud voice. He also pressed the gold ingots on the banknotes and waved his hand: "You count these."
Everyone was stunned. Where did such a stupid person come from?
Yao Yao took a sip of the porridge and smiled softly: "There are too many fools, and there are obviously not enough liars."
Han Changmu whispered in surprise: "What did you say?"
"Ah, no, it's nothing." Yao Yao came back to his senses, closed his mouth and stopped talking.
The scholar was also stunned, and after a while, he grabbed the banknote, salivated on his fingertips, rubbed his fingers together, and counted quickly. At first glance, he was a veteran of constant banknotes.
After counting, he put the silver notes and gold ingots into his bag, narrowed his eyes and sneered: "This stinky girl is yours."
After saying that, he walked out of the lobby without looking back.
The young girl pulled the old man and knelt down in front of Mr. Fei Yi. One kept sobbing and the other kowtowed.
"Thank you so much, Young Master. You are so kind and virtuous. I will never forget it. I will definitely build a longevity tablet for you and worship it every day. I hope the gods will bless you for a long life." The old man knelt on the ground and cried. While kowtowing, the sound of the kowtow was loud.
Young Master Feiyi was frightened and jumped far away. He waved his hands and said in panic: "No, don't kneel to me. This little money is nothing. Let's go."
After saying that, without waiting for the girl and the old man to say anything, he ran out of the lobby quickly, as if he had done something wrong.
Han Changmu frowned tightly. Even if he showed kindness without repaying it, he shouldn't be so frightened.
The waves rose and the lobby became quiet.
I don't know if these escorts were born mute, or they adhered to the rule of not talking during eating or sleeping. Except for the habit of chirping while eating, no one spoke.
Yao Yao held the bamboo chopsticks and looked at the sky speechlessly. How could she hear anything if these people didn't speak? She couldn't read minds.
The escorts ate very quickly. After chirping a few times, they all put down their bowls and chopsticks. Their heavy footsteps hit the floor, and even the ship's hull shook violently.
Then I changed to the other half of the escorts and continued chirping.
Yao Yao pursed his lips, and he and Han Changmu wrote on the food table at the same time. It took only a cup of tea. This was too fast, and there was no time to poison at all.
Han Changmu smiled. This little girl was really interesting. He became more and more curious.
For two days, Han Changmu and Yao Yao took turns to keep an eye on the wild escort leader, recording in detail who he met, what he said, when he ate, when he went to bed, and even how many times he went to the latrine at night. , all remembered clearly.
But after two days of watching, Han Changmu had a headache. The guard saw a lot of people, but he said very little.
This person must have practiced silent chanting or something like that. How could he be able to hold back and keep silent compared to him?
As for Yao Yao, she discovered something else.
The escort ate a lot, and his favorite dish was braised chicken with chestnuts. Whenever there was that dish, he would occupy the entire dish, chew it carefully, and add a jug of wine.
This escort had been urinating profusely the first night. Judging from the diagnosis from the TV commercials in her previous life, she probably had a bad prostate and had to run four or five times a night.
She sighed, no matter how great her martial arts skills were, she couldn't stop her prostate from rebelling frequently.
In the middle of the night, the waves on the canal rolled, and the boat gradually slowed down. A dim lamp was hung above each window, gently fluttering in the river wind, and casting tiny shadows on the river.
Han Changmu closed the window, put down the bamboo curtain in front of the window, picked up the messy paper written on the small table, and frowned: "This escort looks rough, but he is really meticulous in his actions. We have been watching for two days, but nothing happened." No progress."
With a thud, there was a heavy slamming in the corridor, shaking the doors and windows, and then there was a series of hurried footsteps, running towards the end of the corridor.
Yao Yao glanced at it and said in a low voice in surprise: "It has just passed Haizheng. Why is the escort head in a hurry to go to the latrine? He has never been there at this time in the past."
With a "Pfft" sound, Han Changmu took a sip of tea, choked and coughed a few times. He nodded the piece of paper in his hand and took a closer look. It was really like this. He squinted slightly and said calmly: "The escort goes to the toilet several times a day. "
