The dental industry makes money, but not everyone is willing to touch this industry. The higher the official position, the more they avoid it.
There is a steelyard in the hearts of the people. This tooth line is a place that sucks blood and feeds on the pulp. This is what the people say.
Scholars are superior to others. They always "represent" the people. As long as they have nothing to do with their own vital interests, they can represent the people.
As for the court, they have to care about the Scholarship Review.
Therefore, officials in the court were unwilling to get involved with places like Yaxing, as they would be scolded by scholars, even if such a place was making a fortune every day.
However, there are exceptions. The owner behind Zhao Ji Dental Shop in Nanshi doesn't care because Zhao Tuo doesn't care about face at all.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and Zhao Tuo was sitting at the door of the shop holding a tea cup, staring at the people coming and going with his green bean eyes.
Zhao Tuo was a failed scholar in the previous dynasty. He did not go through the formal channels to become an official, so he had to rely on his family.
The old Zhao family has been officials for generations, but the worse they got, the worse they got. My great-grandfather was a member of the Ministry of Etiquette, and his father was the director of the Ministry of Etiquette.
During the time before and after the emperor ascended the throne, he vigorously purged the scoundrels of the former eldest prince, and the old Zhao family also suffered bad luck. Since then, the Zhao family has been in decline, with only a few shops left, and the tooth shop is one of them.
However, Zhao Tuo did not leave the capital. Instead, he hugged his thigh immediately, keeping his teeth and doing more and more.
In front of the common people, Zhao Tuo pretended to be a scholar.
In front of small officials, this guy acts like a big shot.
In front of senior officials, he pretended to be a harmless rich man.
Many people have given this man a nickname, called Zhao Sanyi, also called Zhao Sanlian, which means that this guy usually brings three sets of clothes with him when he goes out, Confucian robes, commoner clothes, and Chinese clothes. He talks about people when he meets them. , Talking about ghosts and talking nonsense about people and ghosts.
"Lao Yu."
Zhao Tuo shook his paper fan and cursed: "I've told you several times, just be perfunctory. I have to pay so much tax money, so what? The account was burned, and it was all in vain." .”
The old man was the shopkeeper and he didn't dare to get angry or speak out.
At the beginning, Zhao Tuo also specifically told him not only to pay, but also to be the first to pay, not only to be the first to pay, but also to pay enough, to pay enough, and to pay a lot, not to give Jingzhao Mansion face, but to pay. To please Prince You's Mansion.
Unexpectedly, the accounts have been burned, and the tax bill is now a mess. No one can tell who paid more than he paid or who paid too little.
"Master, calm down, it's just a minor mistake."
The shopkeeper, who was holding back the curse, gave Zhao Tuo a new cup of tea.
"A rice bucket." Zhao Tuo closed the paper fan and lowered his voice and said, "Have you found out about Moxiang Pavilion?"
"After investigating, the shopkeeper named Tang Jing doesn't know who wrote the book. He only knows that it was sent by a servant of a certain mansion more than a month ago."
"Let's find out again. If any of the young masters in Beijing have not read the story of the Great Sage, they will be too shameless to talk to others when they go out."
When mentioning this matter, Zhao Tuo's eyes turned red: "One column, one column of words is thirty pieces, why the hell don't you just grab the money? Who would have thought that the dignitaries in the capital would do this? Moxiang Pavilion can be said to be a Japanese Come and find out for me who wrote the story. After you find out, ask for all the stories. The money you make from selling books is too scary. We must get a share of this. "
"Sir, why don't you find someone to hand copy and sell it?"
"You know what you're talking about. If it's an ordinary mansion, that's fine. But if it's a high-ranking official in the court, it makes sense for them not to reveal their names, because money offends the court officials, and the gain outweighs the loss."
"That's what the master said."
Just as Zhao Tuo was about to curse a few more words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a man in civilian clothes looking around furtively at the door.
"I'm probably going to make a fortune today, we have a visitor."
Zhao Tuo laughed, stood up and came to the door with a kind expression on his face.
"This little brother, what do you want to sell in return?"
Looking at the man at the door, Zhao Tuo glanced at the heavy baggage on the former's back.
The man was a little nervous, covered in sweat, and he looked like he was a servant.
"You...are a tooth shop, can you...can you change money? I will change it today."
With a smile on his face, Zhao Tuo stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm: "That's it, it's just Yaxing. Come in and drink some water to relieve the heat."
The man was a little cautious and was forcibly taken into the shop. His eyes wandered back and forth and he hugged the bag tightly.
Lao Yu, the shopkeeper, knew that his boss was trying to trick someone, so he quickly asked the waiter to bring tea.
The man swallowed his saliva and looked at the refreshments: "Give me something to eat?"
"Eat, don't ask for guests..."
Before he finished speaking, the man had already grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, devouring it hungrily.
The tea was served, the water was drunk, and the man showed an honest smile.
After establishing initial trust, Zhao Tuo asked casually, "Where is my little brother from?"
"Luanzhou City."
"Southland."
Zhao Tuo nodded and looked at the baggage: "Little brother, what do you want to sell in this tooth shop?"
"If it's not worth it, sell it, sell it."
"Anything is fine, little brother, what do you want to sell?"
The man turned his head, his back to Zhao Tuo, and took out a golden walking stick from the bag.
Zhao Tuo's expression suddenly changed and he said sternly: "Where did you get this thing?"
The face of the shopkeeper on the side also changed slightly. Jin Buyao could tell by looking at the workmanship that this was not an ordinary thing, let alone something that ordinary people could have.
The man held Jin Buyao tightly: "Do you want it?"
"If you want, you need to ask where you came from first."
"Why do you need to ask where you came from?"
Zhao Tuo narrowed his eyes: "Could this thing be stolen?"
"No, no, no."
The man panicked and waved his hands repeatedly: "Yes...it's the masters...the masters came to Beijing to meet...to touch..."
"What did you touch?"
"Bandits."
The man lowered his head, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes: "I originally sold my property in Luanzhou City and came to Beijing to join my relatives. Unexpectedly, I met bandits in Yue County. Not only did they steal the banknotes, but they also harmed the owners. In order to save my life, I took out my baggage from the carriage and ran all night, and then..."
Halfway through, the man seemed to have thought of something, and waved his hands again and again: "I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore."
He said he wouldn't sell it, but Zhao Tuo's eyes flashed with a hint of ecstasy and he grabbed the man.
"When you go out and rely on friends, you shouldn't eat and drink your gold and silver. Only when you have money can you travel around with your belly full. If you encounter a sudden disaster, how can I not help you? Why don't you take out all the items in the bag and let me estimate them for you. What’s the price?”
"I...I only sell this one. The eldest lady said before that this golden step is worth a fortune."
"Hey, you little black man, you don't even think about it. What master doesn't like to brag in front of his servants? If it is really worth a lot of money, how can you dare to stick it on your head? It's just a bargain of a few hundred coins."
"Really?" The man was dubious. He hesitated and opened the baggage: "Then let me have a look. Are the others valuable?"
As soon as the baggage was opened, everyone in the room gasped.
