The dignified old man in brocade clothes and long beard walked out of the ward.
Turning a blind eye to the greetings from the family members in the house, he lowered his head and hurried on in a dull manner. When he went out, he took the gold and left in a carriage. The wheels rolled over the bluestone streets and made a swaying sound. His face was full of sadness and he sighed.
The old driver driver asked.
"Master, where are we going?"
"In Ankangfang, West City, three hundred steps south of Fuqing Tower, I am looking for a woman selling umbrellas at a street stall on the river bank..."
"Here."
The old horse drove through the morning market in the early morning. The continuous rain day and night washed away the dirty smell in the city. There were many people in the morning market, and the carriages and horses moved slowly. After half a night of sleep, there was still no sleepiness and no feeling of hunger in the stomach. The only son in the family was seriously ill and might be ready at any time. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, feeling overwhelmed with sadness. Otherwise, why would he go out in person because of a mere dream.
In addition to looking for those misty expensive paper umbrellas, I came out for some air.
The heavy rain stopped but the drizzle still continued. The mattress in the car was damp and uncomfortable to sit on. The old man moved from time to time and became even more depressed. He opened the car curtain and exhaled turbid air, and suddenly felt the coolness of the rain.
"The laurel moon is over, alas..."
The carriage swayed and creaked forward, passing through the bustling morning market stalls and heading straight to the Western Market.
Even after the heavy rain has dispersed and the clouds remain, the water in the potholes remains turbid, and the wooden wheels running over break the calm of the puddles.
There was no fire lit by the river.
Even if it rains lightly, he can't continue to sell roasted sweet potatoes. Bai Yujun plans to stay for a few days to analyze and organize the information, and simply continue to sell umbrellas.
As for the monkeys…
Lying under the willow tree and sound asleep.
There is no roasted sweet potato and no walnuts, peanuts and sesame filling dough.
Monkey Sheng suddenly realized that life had become meaningless and boring.
The stall displays nine oil-paper umbrellas that look like exquisite works of art, in white, red, and blue, and even have paintings of landscapes and clouds. Ordinary people cannot see through the mystery, and ordinary monks cannot understand it. The magic contained in them is mysterious and mysterious.
Monkeys use willow trees to take shelter from the rain, and they are not afraid of being struck by lightning. In fact, it is rare for anyone to take shelter under a tree and be struck to death by lightning.
On the contrary, many people were struck by lightning in the open space.
Today she changed into a long coarse cloth dress, dressed like an ordinary girl, with coarse cloth strips tying her hair. She held a white paper umbrella in one hand to protect her from the rain and a book in the other to read. Of course, the umbrella in her hand was a real weapon.
The drizzle and the slanting wind soaked the time.
Noisy pedestrians, running for their livelihood.
On a rainy day, stay in a small corner of the world and do your own thing. An umbrella is enough. Listen to the popping sound of willow branches falling to the ground in the rain. Sometimes I read a book and sometimes I am in a daze. My eyes are blank and I don’t know what I am thinking.
The monkey scratched his back and turned over, curled up and fell asleep.
Bai Yujun looked up with something in his heart.
A wealthy merchant's carriage stopped in front of the stall, and the old coachman helped an older man get out of the carriage. Bai Bai raised his eyebrows without raising his head, silently making calculations in his heart, always feeling that there was an unexpected gain.
There were several other umbrella sellers on the street, but the old man found that there were only nine umbrellas in this stall.
and……
It only takes one glance to know something extraordinary.
Thinking back to the dream that Duzi said was somewhat true, I don't know if it was a trap caused by evil spirits or if it was really something magical.
"This girl, I came here specially to buy an umbrella. I don't know..."
The old man hesitated to speak.
He really couldn't confirm whether the girl who bought the umbrella was really related to the dream. He could first ask about the price of the umbrella. If the price was ten taels of gold, it must be right. At this time, he did bring ten taels of gold. For his only son, money was not enough. Just a foreign object.
Bai Yujun closed the book and glanced at it.
The old man suggested it and gave Bai Yujun a starting point for calculations. He watched the fortune teller and watched the past and future. As a mere mortal, he had no pressure in his past and present lives. From this look, he really saw something, which was more than an unexpected gain.
The freckled face looked at the white-haired old man.
"Buy an umbrella?"
"Exactly. May I ask about the price of the umbrella..."
"I used to sell it for ten taels of gold, but this vendor adheres to the principle of fair trade and no bullying. If you want to get more, you have to pay more, so the price has increased."
He gestured upward with the hand holding the book and shrugged.
"This... twenty taels of gold?"
Bai Yujun's little hand holding the book raised his index finger and shook it at the old man, looking calm and relaxed.
"No, no, no, here and there, gold is good, but I don't lack it. If you can come up with something I'm interested in, it won't be a problem to sell the umbrella. Of course, if the value is high, I can buy one and get one free, how about~ "
"..."
Staring at the nine umbrellas in front of him, the old man looked grave. He was sure that this woman must be related to the dream, but he could not tell whether it was a supernatural being or a deliberate poisoning. If it was the latter, it would be the same as kidnapping and extortion.
He knew that there were demons and monsters in the world, but as a mortal, he did not dare to provoke them easily.
When Bai Bai looked at the other person's eyes and couldn't guess what he meant, he immediately stood up in anger.
"Hey~ you think I'm a robber, right? The umbrellas are no longer for sale! I love you so and so! Get away from my stall quickly to avoid delaying business! You think the ten copper coins protection fee for half a month is in vain, right?"
The old man and the coachman almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and they still paid protection money to the gangster?
At the same time, perhaps sensing the dissatisfaction of the real dragon, a cloud of thunder exploded in the sky!
Rumble…
"Girl, please calm down. I am so eager to save my son that I am thinking wildly. I really don't know what you are interested in. Please make it clear, girl~"
Hearing this, Moubai sat back on the bamboo stool.
He spoke lazily.
"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."
After saying this, he stopped talking. That's all. If the deal can be done, it will be done. At worst, it will take some time to find it slowly.
The eyes of the old man in Jinfu were stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and he looked a little hesitant, as if he was weighing the importance of his only son's life and that thing, with a tangled look on his face.
He bowed to the umbrella seller girl.
"Please allow me to think about it carefully and say... farewell."
The girl who was reading waved her books but didn't bother to say hello. The boy under the willow tree turned over and chirped. The nine umbrellas were still neatly arranged and difficult to sell.
It was rainy and dull, and the carriage walked back slowly.
"Master, is that thing really more important than the young master's life? The girl is right, there is no time in life, so don't force it."
"Having grandchildren is enough. Leaving that thing behind may change the future of the family. Compared with the rise and fall of a family's bloodline, one life is insignificant. As for the umbrella seller..."
The old man in Jinfu hesitated.
I had a vague feeling before that it wouldn't do anything secretly, but now I'm a little unsure.
The old coachman looked hesitant. He always felt that his master had changed. He was not so ruthless and cold-blooded in the past. Over the past few decades, as he got older, he had become more concerned with human life.
The carriage creaked and creaked on its way back. The old horse knew the way and quickly returned to the mansion with a sway.
After removing the cage and shaft, the old coachman gritted his teeth and went to the backyard...
Not long after, the female family members who had been crying in the scholar's ward hurriedly got into the car with a box in their hands. The carriage came out of the gate and drove quickly in the rain. Not long after the carriage left, another luxurious and noble carriage stopped in front of the gate.
The visitor was not a noble person but a member of the staff. All the men in the mansion lined up on both sides of the door to greet him.
The man with a beard got out of the car.
The arrogant-looking old man in the royal robes greeted each other, and the carriage had the mark of the palace. Even though he was accompanied by the palace staff, he still had more status than the wealthy business owner. After entering the living room, he screened everyone away and the palace staff spoke out.
"Your Majesty agrees to your suggestion, but I want one thing. You know what I'm talking about."
