Chapter 17 Buying and selling

The boy looked Ye Qinghuai up and down again, bowed and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, I'll go ask the shopkeeper."

After saying that, he pushed open a small door at the back of the hall, disappeared from the small door in a flash, and closed the door tightly again.

The moment he opened the door, Ye Qinghuai heard a burst of noisy voices, like the voices in a busy market, but it sounded muffled, as if there was a thick door. With that

When the small door was closed, the sound disappeared.

It seems that there is something special in this small shop.

After about a stick of incense, the small door was pushed open again. Accompanied by faint human voices, a middle-aged man walked in with a boy.

Ye Qinghuai took a look inside intentionally and saw that there was a courtyard behind the door. The main room to the north was brightly lit and there were many vague figures. The noise was coming from that room.

The shopkeeper is not tall, looks to be in his thirties, has a thick black beard on his lips, and has a very honest and reliable face.

He walked up to Ye Qinghuai, with a smile on his face but some prudence in his eyes. He gave a half salute and said, "I'm really busy today. I kept you waiting for a long time."

Ye Qinghuai stood up and returned the greeting, saying: "The shopkeeper is so polite, it doesn't bother me."

"Young Master looked surprised, and the young man had something inappropriate to ask."

Ye Qinghuai's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly replied: "Excuse me, the shopkeeper."

"The shop is located in a remote place. I wonder where did you find out about the shop?" the shopkeeper asked with a pleasant look.

"The shopkeeper is so humble. The aroma of the wine is not afraid of the deep alleys. To be honest, I got a tip from a friend and learned about your store's No. 1 Red."

"I would like to ask, who is this friend of the Young Master's?"

Ye Qinghuai thought about his words and said, "My friend's surname is Du. His family does a silk business and he likes to carry a folding fan with him."

The shopkeeper listened to him with vigilance in his eyes. When he heard the word "folding fan", he immediately stretched his eyebrows and said: "It turns out that he is a friend of Master Du. The young man has offended me. Master, don't blame me. It's really not peaceful recently. I can't help it."

No more questions."

"No wonder, no wonder, be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years."

The shopkeeper smiled politely at Ye Qinghuai, and then lowered his voice and said a few words to the boy next to him. The boy immediately nodded and ran to the backyard. After a while, he held an unnamed boy in his arms.

The big wine jar came back, and there was a piece of yellowed paper taped to it, with three unremarkable words written on it - Zhuang Yuan Hong.

Under Ye Qinghuai's slightly surprised gaze, the waiter carefully placed the wine jar on the table in front of her.

Could it really be wine?

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper with some confusion. The shopkeeper looked at the wine jar and smiled meaningfully at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai then stretched out his hand to hold the wine jar and opened the jar's seal.

With this tentacle, she discovered that the wine jar seemed to be empty.

She opened the seal and looked down, only to see that there was indeed not a drop of wine inside. Instead, there was a thin volume rolled up and stuffed inside.

Ye Qinghuai was about to reach out to take it, but was held down by the shopkeeper.

He raised his head and saw the smiling face of the shopkeeper, and suddenly said: "I was anxious and forgot the rules."

Ye Qinghuai took out the heavy bag of silver ingots from his arms, placed it on the Eight Immortals table, and unsealed the bag.

The shopkeeper glanced at the money bag and said with a cheerful smile: "Young Master is very cheerful. I just want to remind you that you should look at it after you leave the shop."

Without asking Ye Qinghuai to ask, the shopkeeper continued: "We are in this business, and we will never break the rules. If you don't trust this small shop, you can find another one."

This was simply a treaty of dominance, but Ye Qinghuai had to accept it. She covered the wine jar with a somewhat unhappy expression, and was about to get up when she saw the small door to the backyard suddenly opened.

A boy stuck his head out, his face full of anxiety, and called out to the shopkeeper in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, I really can't hold it in anymore..."

Seeing that the shopkeeper was waiting for guests, he showed an apologetic smile to Ye Qinghuai and bowed from a distance.

The shopkeeper's face suddenly turned from cloudy to cloudy. He frowned and sighed deeply, then hurriedly stood up and hugged Ye Qing's arms, saying: "I really didn't treat you well, sir, please forgive me."

Just as Ye Qinghuai was about to be polite, he heard a man's angry roar coming from the backyard: "He's the one who's out to get me, so I'll beat him to death."

This time it didn't seem to be through the door wall, it was very clear, and it seemed that the trouble was in the yard.

The shopkeeper heard this and didn't stay any longer. He pushed the money bag on the table in front of the boy beside him and said, "After counting, put it in the library."

After saying that, he trotted towards the backyard.

As soon as the small door was closed, the sounds in the backyard were immediately cut off, and the slightest sound of wind could not be heard.

Ye Qinghuai didn't dare to stay any longer. She picked up the "Zhuang Yuan Hong" in front of her, got up and left.

When she closed the door of the palace, she looked up and saw the boy who was left in the lobby holding her silver and walking towards the counter. Ten pieces of silver were enough for a person to live a prosperous life, but the boy was holding so much money.

However, his expression was dull, as if he had long been accustomed to such a large amount of money.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the street outside the door. It was already dark, there was no one on the street, and most of the shops were closed. Only three or two shops still had some lights shining through.

Ye Qinghuai raised her head and saw a lantern hanging under the corner. She moved to the side and made sure that no one in the hall could see her through the crack in the door. Then she put down the wine jar and put the wine jar inside.

The booklet was taken out.

She unfolded the booklet and read through it under the dim light of the lantern.

She couldn't wait any longer. She desperately wanted to know the answer, and she wanted to know it now.

There are three subjects in the Dajing imperial examination, which are held over three days. They are to examine the Mingfa of laws, to examine the Mingshu of literature and history, and to examine the Mingshu of arithmetic.

Ye Qinghuai was deeply impressed by the questions from the general examination in her previous life, because she had done this set of questions once. At that time, Song Zhe had just become her husband, and in order to give Ye Qinghuai a good feel, he tested her with the questions from the general examination.

Especially the last question in the first subject of Mingshu, on "The nature of heaven and earth, the value of man", Ye Qinghuai also had a discussion with Song Zhe because of this topic.

She went straight to the last question on the page.

There are seven words written on it——

The nature of heaven and earth is precious to man.

Ye Qinghuai felt the cold wind penetrate into her body from the lapel at the back of her neck, freezing her blood and suffocating her.

She looked at those seven short words as if frozen in the cold wind of winter night.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the door of the shop next to her.

"How did you count it? Can't you see such a big stamp? This is the official silver flowing out of the palace, which cannot be spent! Where is the young man?" The shopkeeper's angry voice came from the shop.

Ye Qinghuai was shocked.

Although she didn't understand what a stamp was, her intuition told her that they were talking about something wrong with her money.

Ye Qinghuai quickly stuffed the booklet into his arms and ran quickly against the wind.

Amidst the noise of the wind, she heard the creak of a wooden door opening behind her, and then a man shouted in the deserted alley: "There!"

Many chaotic footsteps sounded behind her.
Chapter completed!