The shopkeeper of Piaoxiangju is a monk in the early stage of foundation building. He has been the shopkeeper here for decades. He knows that people should not be judged by appearance. Some powerful seniors practice in the deep mountains and old forests, and they often look unkempt.
Therefore, even if the old man's cultivation level could not be detected, and he could not sense the aura on his body, the shopkeeper of Piaoxiangju did not judge people by their appearance, but asked politely: "Are you here to get a drink or to eat?"
"What's your best wine?" The old man's voice was as loud as a bell. Even Zhuzhu and the others sitting upstairs heard his voice and looked sideways.
"Our best wine is Shili Piaoxiang." The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "How much do you want me to drink?"
"I want that Shili Piaoxiang. Do you have a lot of Shili Piaoxiang? Is it enough to fill my wine gourd?" The old man took off the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to the shopkeeper.
When he saw that it was a gourd of wine, the shopkeeper was a little disappointed. Such a small gourd could only hold one pot of wine at most, and a pot of Shili Piaoxiang cost fifty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.
Although it is the most expensive wine in Wuji City, due to the complicated brewing process and the cost of a lot of spiritual grass and spiritual fruits, one bottle can only earn about ten low-grade spiritual stones.
"My father-in-law is joking. We at Piaoxiang Residence prepare ten large jars of Shili Piaoxiang wine for sale every day. Each jar can hold twenty pots. My gourd can only hold about one pot at most. How can it not be enough?" "
But no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat. The shopkeeper handed the jug to the waiter who was a full-time drinker, preparing to greet other customers.
"How many spiritual stones does this gourd wine cost?" the old man asked.
"Not much, fifty yuan of low-grade spirit stones. It's hard to see how old you are. If you can't hold a bottle of wine, I don't mind charging you ten or eight less spirit stones. If it's more, I'll treat you to a drink." The shopkeeper waved his hand very generously, a little impatiently. Isn't it just a gourd of wine? It's so long-winded.
At this moment, several Jindan masters came in. These were big customers, and he had to go up and say hello quickly.
The old man was not angry when the shopkeeper treated him from enthusiastic to cold, but smiled brightly: "The shopkeeper must keep his word!"
Zhuzhu, who was leaning on the railing upstairs to watch the excitement, rubbed her eyes. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the father-in-law's smile just now seemed a bit cunning.
"Don't worry, even if you have a few extra sips of wine, I can still afford it at Piaoxiangju. The waiter will fill the wine gourd for this old man."
The shopkeeper said nothing to the waiter and couldn't wait to say hello to the Jindan masters who had just come in. He ignored the old man again.
The waiter here took the wine gourd and started pouring wine into it. He thought that two wine grapes would be enough to fill it up, but unexpectedly he scooped up two wine grapes and poured them into the wine gourd. After shaking it slightly, he found that the wine was in the wine gourd. There was a sloshing sound of water inside, which showed that it was not full yet.
Could it be that the father-in-law's wine gourd has more capacity than a jug of wine? Since the shopkeeper said that he would fill the wine gourd for me, the store invited him to fill the wine gourd. The waiter continued to pour wine into the wine gourd.
I thought it would be almost done this time, but unexpectedly, I poured another wine grape into it, and the wine gourd was still not full. The waiter was a little puzzled. This small wine gourd looked only about the size of a palm, how could it hold wine so well.
In total, it already contained three wine grapes, which was one and a half bottles. The waiter couldn't decide whether to continue pouring wine into the wine gourd.
Unexpectedly, the old man who was waiting for him to fill the bottle urged him dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up, your shopkeeper has said that he will fill the gourd with wine for me."
The waiter saw that the shopkeeper was personally greeting Senior Jin Dan to go upstairs and had no time to talk to him. The old man urged him again and again, so he had to pick up the wine grapes and continue to pour wine into the wine gourd. This time, he poured several wine grapes in succession, and the wine gourd remained the same. Not filled.
The old man kept urging, and the waiter had to keep pouring wine into the wine gourd one grape at a time.
Zhuzhu, who noticed this scene, was stunned. Was Piaoxiangju being tricked by an expert?
However, thinking of the shopkeeper's attitude in speaking before, Zhuzhu secretly smiled. Who told him to talk too fullly? Now he bumped into an expert. The father-in-law's wine gourd must be a wine container that functions as a storage bag.
Seeing that a jar full of Shili Piaoxiang wine had been put into the wine gourd, but the wine gourd in the waiter's hand was still not full, the waiter was almost crying now.
The old man kept staring at him while he was drinking. The shopkeeper was entertaining several Jindan masters upstairs. Even if the other guests noticed this strange scene, no one came forward to say anything.
After all, those who can use mustard seeds to make wine gourds should not be that low in cultivation. They are not the ones who suffer anyway, so they don't bother to care.
The old man urged the waiter to open the second jar of Shili Piaoxiang, but the waiter reluctantly opened the jar and continued to pour wine into the wine gourd...
The old man stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled as he watched the waiter pour the wine. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a stupid store owner and such a stupid waiter. If not, they would all be sorry for his wine gourd.
It's a pity that they brewed so little wine that the gourd can hold even a hundred jars of wine, let alone ten jars.
The shopkeeper over there warmly greeted several Jindan masters before returning to the counter. When he turned around, he saw that the waiter was still pouring wine for the old man.
The shopkeeper was very angry: "What's going on? The wine gourd is not full yet?"
The waiter said helplessly with a sad face: "This wine gourd is so good. It has already put five large jars of wine in and it is not yet full."
"How could..."
The shopkeeper didn't believe it and walked forward, watching with his own eyes the waiter pouring wine into the wine gourd one by one. In just a moment, half a jar of wine went into the gourd, but there was still no wine in the gourd. to leak out.
The shopkeeper made a thump in his heart and said "no" to himself. He knew that he had accidentally kicked the iron plate this time. The wine gourd in the little hand was not made of an ordinary gourd. It was clearly a mustard seed weapon. Maybe the wine in his entire store wouldn't be enough to fill my father-in-law's wine gourd.
What should I do?
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and hurriedly bowed to the old man and apologized: "It's because I don't know the truth. Please forgive me, senior. However, this small shop is small in profits and sales, so I hope that seniors will be kind to you."
"How can this be done," the old man blew his beard and glared dissatisfied, "The shopkeeper told me at first that you would fill the gourd with wine, but now it's not even half filled, so you don't want to?"
"Yes, yes," the shopkeeper said with bitterness, "I shouldn't brag about Haikou at will. It's all my fault. I beg you, senior, to forgive me for my mistakes."
"It's boring." The old man saw the shopkeeper so frightened that he almost knelt down. He took back the wine gourd and shook it half-heartedly. "This little wine is not enough for me to drink for two days. I am so happy for nothing."
Shopkeeper:......
If he heard correctly, the five jars of wine were all in the father-in-law's wine gourd, but it turned out that they didn't have enough for two days.
Moreover, the wine in Lao Zhang’s wine gourd requires five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which is equivalent to fifty yuan when converted into medium-grade spiritual stones.
This was quite a huge loss, and the shopkeeper's heart was almost bleeding.
"Forget it, I didn't drink your wine for nothing." The old man saw the shopkeeper turned pale with fright, thinking that he was not a bad person at heart, he was just a profit-seeking businessman.
He put his hand into his patched clothes and fumbled for a long time before he pulled out a bunch of bells covered in patina. He looked at the bells in his hand with some reluctance, and after much hesitation he put them on the counter, "I'll give you this for my money." The wine bar."
The shopkeeper glanced helplessly at the bells on the counter, which were covered with blue-black patina and could not see the original color. He was speechless. It seemed that the old man was not even willing to pay for fifty low-grade spiritual stones.
This bunch of broken bells is probably not even worth a low-grade spiritual stone, but this old man completely shocked the shopkeeper of Piaoxiangju with a wine gourd that can hold several large jars of wine. It seems that he is destined to suffer a big loss today.
"Thank you, senior. I don't have any use for this bell, so you might as well take it back."
The shopkeeper is heartbroken when he sees this bunch of rusty bells. A bunch of broken bells are exchanged for the fragrance of his five altars, which is really a good deal with huge profits.
He would rather sell the bells to his father-in-law as a favor than see this string of bells.
"I never cheat for food or drink," the old man said dissatisfied, "Do you think this string of purple gold bells is not worth five jars of wine?"
