"Uh...what are your orders, Master?"
Jin Zhu turned around, looking forward to Mr. Zhu going shopping with her.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Renxia took off the sword from his waist and handed it to her: "Such a beautiful girl, someone will definitely have an eye on you. Hold this for self-defense."
"Young Master is so cute."
Jin Zhu blinked and said, "I am a female bandit. There were over 2,000 people in Tianmen Mountain back then. In terms of martial arts, I ranked among the top five."
"All right!"
Zhu Renxia scratched his nose and said, "Okay, I was reckless. See you later."
The two parted ways on the street. Jin Zhu wandered along the shop, while Zhu Renxia planned to go to the township government office to ask when Ma Laowai's cousin would come to purchase goods.
The forty-five taels of silver I got from selling carbon and rice last time have been spent without a penny. As the head of Jiangjia Village, how can he do it without any money?
The last time he came to town, Zhu Renxia noticed a place similar to a labor market. There were many blacksmiths, carpenters, masons, barbers, and clay sculptors waiting for work on the roadside, so he came here first.
Today he put on a light blue straight coat with a coiled collar, a pair of off-white boots on his feet, and a sword hanging from his waist. He was quite eye-catching when he walked on the street.
There was a rule in the Ming Dynasty that civilians were not allowed to wear boots. It didn’t matter whether you farmed or fed horses, or whether you were fishing or doing business. As long as you had no fame, you were not allowed to wear boots.
Otherwise, it would be an act of transgression, and if someone reports you, you will be fined with money from your family. Therefore, ordinary people will not go shopping in boots when they are full. At most, they can enjoy themselves secretly behind closed doors at home.
"Master, Master... do you want a blacksmith?"
"Do you want a carpenter? I have 17 or 18 years of experience. If my craftsmanship is not good, I won't get paid."
"Mason, mason, I participated in the construction of the county government in Jinping County."
Seeing Zhu Renxia enter the market, craftsmen waiting for work swarmed around him.
Zhu Renxia looked at the two clay sculptors holding signs and asked, "Will the Incense Temple be built?"
"of course."
The two clay sculptors looked quite brave and did not swarm over them like other craftsmen. "As long as you can afford the price, I can build the Forbidden City for you."
"Ha...what a loud tone."
Zhu Renxia immediately told the two craftsmen what he wanted, "I want to build an incense temple like this. How much does it cost?"
"Fifty taels of silver for labor and materials."
"Okay, if you build it well, there will be rewards."
Zhu Renxia happily agreed and left them the address of Jiangjia Village. The two craftsmen promised to come to the door tomorrow, and Zhu Renxia continued to move forward.
[Sigh... I wonder when Zhu Renxia will be able to finish the grape picture? There’s still 12 million left to buy a villa! 】
[I guess this picture of flowers and birds in the empty mountain is not enough. It doesn’t seem to be very attractive to Cheng Yinuo! 】
Zhu Renxia was walking on the street when Tianzun's voice suddenly sounded in his ears again.
He hurriedly looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and white clouds were blooming. Where was the shadow of Tianzun?
"The voice of the heart is the voice of Tianzun again!"
This was the fifth time that Zhu Renxia heard Chang'an Tianzun's voice, and he was no longer surprised by this.
"But, what is the villa that Tianzun is talking about? Is twelve million in silver?"
"Why does it sound like Tianzun is short of money? Why are gods still short of money?"
"Who is this Cheng Yinuo? He must be a god in the sky, right?"
After walking about a few hundred feet, Zhu Renxia saw the shop where he bought antiques last time, and pushed the door open. "Tianzun always thinks about me. Since he wants the grape picture, I will definitely find a way to buy it."
"Ouch... Master is here?"
Zhang Fang, who was bored, was taking a nap. After hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and recognized Zhu Renxia at a glance.
"Haha...Hello, Brother Zhang."
Zhu Renxia bowed and said, "I have a friend who wants to buy the grape picture you mentioned. Brother Zhang, could you please ask your senior brother how much he plans to sell it for?"
"Are you asking about the grape picture?"
Zhang Fang was a little disappointed, "This picture is worth a lot of money, I'm afraid you can't afford it!"
Zhu Renxia smiled: "It's okay, Brother Zhang will make an offer."
"Last time someone offered me one hundred taels of silver, but my senior brother didn't sell it, so I thought it would be better to start with two hundred taels, right?"
"Two hundred taels?"
Zhu Renxia was shocked, "It's really a sky-high price. Two hundred taels of silver can buy two hundred stones of rice, which is more than 20,000 kilograms!"
"So I said you can't afford it, why don't you take a look at the calligraphy and paintings in my shop?"
Zhang Fang stood up and introduced a few pictures, "These are the works sent by my friend from Tongren Mansion the day before yesterday. Sir, let's see if you like any of them?"
Zhu Renxia shook his head: "My friend is only interested in this picture of grapes. Brother Zhang, please send a message to your senior brother and ask him to give me more time. I will definitely buy it when I gather enough money."
Seeing that Zhang Fang was not very interested, Zhu Renxia added: "Of course I won't let Brother Zhang worry about it in vain. As long as I can buy it, I will give you at least twenty taels of silver for tea."
"Is this true?"
Zhang Fang suddenly became interested. He could earn 20 taels of silver just by talking and running errands. Why not?
"Of course we take it seriously." Zhu Renxia nodded.
"Youdao is a treasured sword given to heroes. Then I will go to Guiyang early tomorrow morning. No matter what, I will help my brother buy this painting!"
Zhang Fang patted his chest and said, "But now that I have an idea, where should I contact the young master?"
"This is Jiangjia Village."
Zhu Renxia left the address for Zhang Fang, then went to the street and continued forward, directly entering the township government office at the end of the street.
"This young master looks familiar. May I ask why you are here?" asked the township government officer.
Zhu Renxia clasped his fists and said, "Zhu Renxia is in Xiajiangjia Village, asking to see Ma Boyan, who is far away from home."
"Oh...it's you. I remember, you are the caravan leader who was selling coal in the town a few days ago."
The leader suddenly had an epiphany. He stood up and said, "The governor's mansion is in the center of the town. I will take you to his house."
At that moment, Zhu Renxia followed the servant and went straight to Ma Laowai's house.
Ma Laowai is the number one squire in Yinma Town. His family has hundreds of acres of fertile land, three or four wives, and dozens of houses.
When he learned that Zhu Renxia had arrived, Ma Laowai hurriedly went out to greet him: "Haha... which gust of wind brought Mr. Zhu here? Please come in quickly!"
"Trouble Mali Chang."
Zhu Renxia bowed and followed Ma Laowai into the courtyard, where the guests and hosts took their seats.
Ma Laowai ordered his servants to serve tea and asked, "I wonder why the young master is here?"
Zhu Renxia said: "I came to town to buy some things. I asked Mali Chief if your cousin is still interested in my coal? If not, I will sell it to Guilin."
"Intentional, intentional!"
Ma Laowai promised repeatedly, "I have sent someone to inform my cousin. He will come to our Yinma Town in the next two days. At that time, I will personally take him to your Jiangjia Village."
Zhu Renxia nodded: "In that case, I will stay a few more days for Mali Chang. The people in Guilin are urging me to be anxious. I have offended many tribesmen for Mali Chang!"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Cheng. Since I'm here today, I have to have a glass of wine before I leave."
Ma Laohuai ordered his maid to prepare the meal, while he and Zhu Zhurenxia drank tea and chatted.
Just when Zhu Renxia was visiting Ma Laowai's house, Jin Zhu, who had just walked out of a tailor shop, stopped in front of a stall selling makeup and powder, choosing her favorite goods.
"Oh... I didn't expect that there would be a golden phoenix in this poor ravine!"
Along with a lewd laugh, a palm touched Jin Zhu's buttocks.
How had this female Bodhisattva who was worshiped in Tianmen Mountain ever been so humiliated?
The originally sunny face turned into clouds in an instant, and her beautiful eyes became murderous and radiant with cold light.
"court death!"
Along with a scream, a cold light flashed.
Blood spattered, and two fingers suddenly flew up.
"Wow...it hurts me to death!"
A man with a wretched appearance, dressed in native clothing, knelt on the ground with his fingers in his hands, wailing, and roared in pain at the followers behind him.
"This bitch is too cruel, brothers, kill her shoulder to shoulder!"
"Hmph...kill me, is it just you?"
Jin Zhu sneered, holding a crescent-shaped short knife in his hand, "If you are not afraid of death, try it. I promise to cut off one of your fingers!"
Several local people pulled out their sabers from their waists and shouted: "You bitches are too vicious. Our Brother Biao just touched your buttocks, and you actually broke off two of his fingers. Is there any other way?" ?”
"Wang Fa?"
Jin Zhu sneered, "A bunch of ruffians are qualified to teach the King's Dharma? When my aunt teaches you the King's Dharma, you act like a hooligan. When I play hooligans with you, do you talk about the King's Dharma?"
"Mo Ji is an egg, come together and kill her!"
I don't know who gave the encouragement, five or six native people drew their swords in their hands, and rushed towards the golden beads like hungry tigers rushing for food.
