The shopkeeper of the bookstore did not care about the experience of Sha Qiancheng and others. As long as people left Fengxing Pavilion, it would have nothing to do with them. He was rubbing his hands and said to Mo Li in embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, this distinguished guest, you have to buy the silver needles you need, and you can't go out now. Do you think you will stay in our Fengxing Pavilion for one more day, or will we return half of the silver notes and draw a map and buy it yourself?"

Mo Li frowned slightly.

Lu Min stared wide and said in shock: "Yesterday, the doctor gave you twenty taels of silver notes. I... Although my entourage doesn't know how much it costs to a good pair of silver needles, you can draw a map like it's 10 taels of silver? Is your money too unintentional?"

"Young Master said this badly. Our Fengxing Pavilion is a seller of news. One news is very common. Besides, we are not as simple as drawing a picture. Taijing is so big. If you want to find a craftsman who is good at making needles, you have nowhere to find it! Even if you go to the pharmacy, the people there may not be willing to tell you."

The shopkeeper raised his fat fingers and said, "This is a craftsman with outstanding skills. If ordinary people go there, they can only buy ordinary goods if they don't understand the method."

Mo Li is not good at bargaining, and it is even more impossible for the people of Zhushan County to sell things to him at a high price.

The shopkeeper's tongue is bright and the lotus is not as good as his.

In fact, although these reasons exist, they are not as exaggerated as the shopkeeper said. It is indeed much more convenient to get the map, but this convenience is definitely not worth as much as ten taels of silver, which is simply a huge price.

What’s even more troublesome in other places in Fengxingge is that they may not accept “bargaining”.

When Mo Li saw the shopkeeper's determination to win, she knew that things were not easy to handle.

Perhaps in the opinion of the Fengxing Pavilion manager, a top expert like Master Meng, who is unable to lack anything, and may not care about money. He may not make money for such people in vain.

As a result, neither Meng Qi nor Mo Li were such people.

There was a stalemate between two times, and suddenly there was a greeting outside.

"What's wrong? Are you standing here to appreciate the pictures?"

Meng Qi, carrying a big bag and wearing a hat on his head, entered the shop with a sacred look.

His figure was like a ghost. The shopkeeper who was sweeping the floor outside had a flash of eyes. When he looked up, he found that he was standing in front of the door, and he didn't know how he came from.

The shopkeeper and Mo Li, who were called "appreciation pictures", looked up and saw that they were not. They happened to be standing in front of a picture of a swing on a osmanthus tree.

The painting is not big, it is sold to the young master as a fan.

The printed color is bright, and the painting is intimate but not exposed, making it full of leisure and fun.

At first glance, those who don’t understand don’t know what it is, and only think that it is a young man and a woman who is blocking the shadow of the tree and complaining about her affection.

Because it was very popular, the shopkeeper boldly hung it in the shop.

Originally, I couldn't see it as soon as I entered the door. There was a large fan of calligraphy on the outside, and it was only when the guests opened it to see it. As a result, these days were messy, and half of the calligraphy pictures outside fell out, just revealing the swing pictures inside.

Meng Qi nodded and praised: "This painting does have some spirituality, and I don't know who painted it."

Everyone: "..."

Mo Li looked carefully and found that Meng Qi was right. The shadows of the trees on the painting were mottled, and the invisible actions of the characters could be viewed from reflection. However, after being printed in the workshop, the details were missing and it was not easy to distinguish.

Mo Li is not interested in the content of the painting, nor does he like the same faces of the characters in these paintings. But whether the painter is attentive, is it only the evil intention of yin or the pursuit of the beautiful things in the world? Doctor Mo can still feel it.

"If you have the chance, I want to read the original painting."

After Mo Li said that, he looked up and found Lu Min's face full of disbelief.

The shopkeeper laughed, pulled out a stack of things and said like a treasure: "This is Mr. Jinshui's masterpiece. There are four pieces of the same fan, two hundred and twenty cents a single piece, and one or two taels of silver in the whole set."

Second Prince: "…"

Still very expensive.

Lu Min was very interested. What is not good to do if you have money, and what you need to buy. Spring and Palace Picture.

"There is also this book written by Mr. Jinshui, which is also accompanied by the painting "Fox Skeleton". The last volume is left in the book shop..."

"No, don't buy it!" Lu Min said gritting his teeth, wishing he could blindfold his eyes and turn around and leave to avoid being tempted.

Meng Qi stretched out his hand and pushed the second prince back.

"Let it go first." Meng Qi threw the bag in his hand to the ground with an understatement.

There was no sound of vibration on the ground, and it seemed that the stuff in the bag was not heavy.

Then Mo Li used a message to enter the secret and said to Meng Qi: "You have a bloody smell."

"When I returned to Mudanfang, I happened to meet Sha Qiancheng, the Green Wolf Rider. He destroyed one of his arms and asked about the situation of Tian Zuowang." Meng Qi said lightly.

"Where are people now?"

"I was arrested and might be squatting in the prison of Taijing Prefecture." Meng Qi thought for a while and said, "I have a tacit understanding with the doctor. I used the internal force method I had figured out before to put a restriction, so that he would attack his internal force as soon as he moved. As for the rest, I would deal with him when I could wait."

Mo Li paused and couldn't help asking: "You really want to buy...fan and a script?"

"Why not buy it? By the way, what were you talking about before?" Meng Qi saw Mo Li's reaction and knew that he had misunderstood before. The shopkeeper and Doctor Mo were not enjoying paintings.

Mo Li said the matter concisely, Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

The shopkeeper there wanted to test Lu Min's identity and took out several pictures that claimed to be rare prints collected by the royal family of the previous dynasty. Lu Min's expression changed and he was about to escape again.

"I heard that a map is going to pay ten taels for your pavilion?" Meng Qi took off his hat and stared at the shopkeeper.

The Fengxing Pavilion manager insisted on holding on in front of the money and insisted on it: "The product is real and absolutely useful. The craftsman has superb skills..."

"Can."

Meng Qi interrupted him, casually hooked his toes, and immediately rolled to the shopkeeper's feet.

"The money I sent out the map for the doctor, you can return the silver bill."

"this--"

The shopkeeper was about to refuse, but the burden spread.

There are a bunch of red, green and even purple robes inside, embroidered birds and animals, exquisite patterns, excellent materials, and several official hats.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded and his hands began to shake.

Only officials of third rank or above wear purple robes.

"Count it, how much is these worth?" Meng Qi kindly used his internal strength to spread the official robe and said with a smile, "There is a brand new one here, five or eighty percent new ones. Although the others are old, they can still be sold in the shop."

The shopkeeper and the guy were about to pop out their eyes.

Those who are officials must bring their own official robes. If the court does not issue them, high-ranking officials will naturally receive the rewarded garments. However, small officials in Taijing are poor and cannot support themselves, so they can only rent official robes. Some people often sell their official robes to official uniform shops when they resign.

Of course, those shops are not ordinary shops. They are opened in the inner city, on the street outside Zhengyangmen.

In addition, there are all those who sell official boots and hats.

The family has no rice to make a pot, so they mortgage the official robe and exchange it for some money, and then redeem it when they pay their salary. This is also a common thing for the small officials in Taijing.

So is the official robe worth it? It is absolutely valuable!

However, the robes that come and go in the shop like this are at most seventh grade and below green robes, and even fifth grade breeze robes are rare, let alone purple robes.

If someone saw that there were so many official robes in the bookstore...

The shopkeeper was so scared that he used light skills and quickly wrapped his bag up again.

"National Master, what does this mean?" The shopkeeper's voice was weak and powerless.

"Give money." Meng Qi said naturally, "Buying and selling official robes does not violate the law. You see, these are very new, and there is almost no depreciation fee on the market. It is really a rare good thing. Even if you keep your purple robes at home and only sell green robes, the amount will be a considerable amount. I think, according to the price of the Chu Dynasty, it will cost more than 30 taels of silver. Apart from the map news, the fan and storybook you took out, plus the twenty taels of silver for you that the doctor gave you... I will suffer a little loss. For the sake of your Fengxing Pavilion, the shopkeeper will ask me for fifty taels of silver!"

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Chapter completed!