When customers come to your door, serve them with a smile.
"You can tell at a glance that this general is a fierce tiger among men. The small stall only sells goods for the first time. General, please think carefully about which goods to buy home. The goods are genuine and refuse to bargain."
Bai Yujun enthusiastically greeted the business. In fact, the only person who heard the greeting was the general himself.
"The way forward..."
The general was silent, his hair turned white before his age, his face was haggard, and he felt bitter when he said the word "the road ahead".
There was a voice in the center telling him that he wanted to buy something. It was strange to say that he was not interested in so many exquisite and luxurious shops but came to this small stall. It seemed to have a bearing on his future and destiny.
Thinking of fate makes my heart bleed. The corrupt officials and sycophants in the DPRK and the Central Government are working together to frame dissidents. The Yan army in the north is pressing down on the DPRK and the DPRK still refuses to give up the party struggle.
"Alas, where is the way forward?"
When I lowered my head to look at the goods, my eyes suddenly lit up. Although I didn't touch it, I could tell at a glance how sharp the ring-shou knife was.
What a knife!
The military general knelt down and picked up the ring-shou sword. He looked left and right with joy on his face. Such a good sword was suitable for charging in the military formation. It was more useful than a sword. The military general who was born in the military did not like flowers and beautiful swords, and preferred swords. Unexpectedly, in I am really lucky to have such an adventure at this roadside stall.
"Girl, do you want to sell the knife?"
Bai Yujun sighed silently and looked up at the general.
"What the general wants to buy is the road to the future. Do you really want to buy this knife? Please think again."
The sword in the ring represents righteousness, bravery, might and unyielding. The down-and-out general seems to see his own shadow on the sword, recalling the lonely battles against foreign enemies time and time again. His acquaintance brothers abandoned their bodies in the wilderness and could not return home. He fought desperately to survive but was captured by the imperial court. The traitors taunted and attacked, no one accompanied him along the way, and he was already determined to live or die.
Bai Yujun didn't want him to buy a sword. The sword meant war, and he might shed his last drop of blood fighting for the Southern Wu Dynasty in the future.
Ye Zi took a bite of the cake and stared at the powerful person in front of the stall with her big eyes. Then she turned to look at the knife on the stall. She didn't understand what Mr. Monster was doing.
The downcast and haggard general gritted his teeth!
"I have decided to buy a knife. How much does it cost?"
"That's all. How can I ask for a high price when a general is attracted by a moth to a flame? I just can't break the rules. One tael of silver is enough. No credit is allowed for small transactions."
"One tael of silver? Fang Mou will keep the girl's kindness in mind."
Handing over a tael of silver, the down-and-out general bought his way forward. Holding the ring-shou sword in his hand, he couldn't put it down. He led the old horse away alone. He chose to collapse with the Southern Wu Dynasty. It was stupid, but he refused to give up. The spirit deserves respect, and every living being has different dreams and ambitions.
The lonely figure walked away, with only an old horse beside him...
Ye Zi saw Mr. Monster taking out a knife to set up a stall again, and sighed while looking at the courtiers and generals.
Shake your head and continue doing business.
"Money can't buy you the way forward~ Take a look and have a look~"
Most of the courtiers heard that goods were sold casually, and their status did not allow them to approach such roadside vendors. Vendors have always had little status. Although the self-proclaimed noble courtiers opened their mouths and shut up, although their families had numerous businesses, they were noble and noble, and spent their time doing business. The money he got was scolded, which is beyond description in words.
A certain minister felt something and looked over.
He was dressed neatly and cleanly in court clothes and looked like a famous minister. He had an angular face, long beard and beautiful temples. He was about forty or fifty years old. His eyes were clear, non-treacherous and oily, and he seemed to have great wisdom.
It does not mean that an upright person cannot defeat a treacherous minister without being treacherous, but it also depends on whether he has great wisdom.
After all, treachery is just a small skill and cleverness. Facing a person of great wisdom is like the gap between a firefly and a bright moon.
After politely bidding farewell to his colleagues, the minister walked to the booth with his chest raised and his head raised. When Bai Yujun raised his head, he was shocked by his appearance but quickly regained his composure. He did not behave badly in occupying the beautiful woman.
"May I ask what is being sold? What do you think of the road ahead?"
"The goods are all on display. Choosing which goods correspond to different futures is all a matter of thought. What I sell are all genuine and rare treasures with different functions."
"So amazing..."
It's a wonderful feeling. It sounds like a charlatan trying to trick people, but this minister chose to believe it. The mysterious and mysterious feeling is very wonderful.
He is very smart and quickly understood the meaning of each commodity. The goods are small but have great meaning.
Take a deep breath and make up your mind.
Without hesitation, he bent down and reached out to grab the ring-headed knife.
Suddenly, the minister paused when his hands were about to touch the handle of the knife. His whole body was shaking, his breathing was rapid, and he struggled hesitantly. His face turned pale, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. However, he tried to grab the handle of the knife several times but failed to do so. The veins in his palms were exposed and trembling. Unconsciously, my eyes widened and I gritted my teeth, wanting to pick up the knife...
The leaves moved back unconsciously.
Bai Yujun sighed, not everyone can face death calmly, especially it may harm their family.
"Give it up, other goods are good too."
The minister, who was bent over, trembling and struggling, knelt down with a puff in vain. Faced with the ring-headed sword, his face burst into tears and he suppressed sobs in a low voice. He cried heartbrokenly. In the end, he failed to choose weapons like the general. Perhaps the family There are too many involved, or maybe I really don’t want to die...
"I have no face..."
Bai Yujun still respects his choice. If someone else sits in this position, they may not do better than him.
He reached out and picked up the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the minister who was suppressing his sobs regardless of his appearance.
Oil-paper umbrellas have the meaning of protection and avoidance. Buying an umbrella means that you have chosen to retreat with your family to the mountains and countryside to avoid disasters when the Southern Wu Dynasty falls. Although you escape, you do not surrender to the enemy and find a new owner, let alone start another war in an attempt to restore. It's a helpless decision.
"The price of an umbrella is one gold, which is slightly more expensive than usual." Bai told him honestly.
Without saying a word, the minister took out the gold jewelry and handed it to Bai Yujun, took the oil-paper umbrella, staggered up and left...
Holding the oil-paper umbrella tightly in her arms and refusing to let go, she got on the carriage, the horse's hooves flew away, and suppressed sobs came from the carriage. The roadside stall continued its business with another umbrella.
Ye Zi didn't understand what Mr. Monster was selling. Anyway, all the powerful people came to buy things, but why wasn't Mr. Monster happy after making money?
Not long after, another business came in. It was a member of the royal family wearing luxurious clothes.
The guy hesitated for a long time while struggling with the goods. He bent down and picked up the bamboo flute instrument and laughed at himself. The instrument means that he will continue to sing, dance and enjoy life in the future. The fall of the dynasty is imminent. If he wants to continue his luxurious life, he will only choose to join a powerful enemy to maintain his status. This time Bai Yu Jun charges one hundred gold.
Several more ministers and generals came one after another. Except for one who chose the oil-paper umbrella, the others all chose the ring-shou sword.
The last person left firmly with a knife in his arms. Bai Yujun rolled up the stall and closed it. Everyone who was supposed to come was here. The rest were not qualified to buy things. They looked and asked. The path under their feet was chosen by themselves, and the outcome was determined. .
"Sir, are you going back so early?"
"Let's go back……"
