Sun Hai and Guo Xuanwu grew up in the palace, and were used to living a life of luxury and arrogance. They didn't think there was anything wrong when they said this, but it frightened everyone in the store.

One jump.

"The child has such a loud voice! Bang!" A sound of slapping the table was heard.

The person who spoke was a fat-headed young man in rich clothes, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was accompanied by two servants, and all three of them looked arrogant.

"Wow!" The store suddenly became lively.

"Hey, isn't this the eldest son Mao Chanshi, the richest man in the east of the city, Mao Yuanwai?"

"I heard that he once spent a thousand taels of silver just to sit at the table facing the door."

“We really don’t understand the world of rich people!”

"Now there's something good to watch..."

Mao Chanshi raised his neck, with a lot of pastry crumbs hanging on the corners of his mouth. He listened to everyone's whispers, with a proud look on his face. He snorted and said, "I can't bear to see someone talking in front of me."

Show off your wealth!"

"Then what do you want?" Sun Hai was the first to express his dissatisfaction.

"Miss Xiao Jing! How much money are there in total for the remaining pastries in your shop?" Mao Chanshi asked nonchalantly.

A trace of disgust flashed in Jiang Lanjing's eyes, and she said coldly: "The pastries in our store should not be stored for a long time, up to two days, so we only store two days' worth every day. We still have a little more than one day's supply, about twenty taels."

silver."

"Hahahaha!" Mao Chanshi burst into laughter, and then winked at a servant next to him.

"Bang!" A silver ingot the size of a fist was slapped on the table.

"This is fifty taels, I'll cover it all! You don't have to look for the rest, it's just a tip!"

Who is Sun Hai? He is the young prince, how can he swallow such a breath?

I saw him pinching his waist with his little hands and glaring with his little eyes: "I'll give you a hundred taels!"

"Wow!" There was a commotion in the store.

"Yeah? Which kid is this? He's so ignorant that he dares to fight with me?"

Mao Chanshi thought: "I won't fight you anymore, I will kill you instantly!"

Thinking of this, he reached into his arms, took out a gold coin, waved it in the air a few times, and said proudly: "Do you know it? Do you all know what this is?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Today I want to open your eyes and gain your knowledge. This is called the Dragon-Carved Gold Coin! Not everyone can have it. One coin is worth two hundred and fifty taels of silver!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!" Four dragon-carved gold coins were slapped on the table.

"Wow! A whole thousand taels!"

"Master Mao is rich!"

"Little guy, quickly admit defeat..."

The crowd booed.

Sun Hai and Guo Xuanwu poked their necks to take a look, then immediately held their stomachs and laughed.

"This...is this also called money?"

Guo Xuanwu smiled and waved his hand at Duan Hong: "Duan Hong, take the money!"

Duan Hong quickly took out a small cloth bag.

"You kids have never seen such high-end goods, so of course you don't recognize them. I'm not surprised at all. You'd better go home and ask your parents! Quack, quack, quack..."

"That money bag of yours can probably hold a hundred or ten copper coins, right? Hahahaha..." The two servants also laughed strangely.

"Wow!"

The laughter stopped suddenly, and not only Mao Chanshi, but also everyone in the entire store fell silent.

I saw Guo Xuanwu holding a small cloth bag, loosening the fastener, and falling down. Perhaps with a little force, seven or eight gold dragon-carved coins rolled down on the table.

Mao Chanshi's eyes were as big as eggs, and he kept swallowing and spitting.

Jiang Lanjing covered the gold coins on the table with one hand and whispered to Duan Hong: "Put it away quickly so that the wealth will not be exposed."

Duan Hong nodded and put away the gold coins.

"That...what?"

After being silent for a while, Mao Chanshi said with an annoyed look on his face: "Damn it! Mr. Li is going to treat me to a drink tonight. How could I forget about this? Hurry up, or I'll be late!"

After Mao Chanshi left, the store became noisy again, with people eating cakes and looking at beauties, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Lanjing picked up the teapot and poured the tea while asking: "This master, the little girl from Leiyue Temple has been there several times and knows more or less about it. In addition to the holy monks, the monks in the temple are divided into "

"Tai, An, Hui" is a three-character generation, and there is no "Duan" in the generation. It is sinful to use the name of a monk by pretending to be a monk! Furthermore, you are dressed as a monk, have two children, and have a huge amount of money.

It’s hard not to attract attention!”

Duan Hong quickly looked around, and sure enough, there were a few gangsters peeping at him, with greedy eyes in their eyes. As soon as they made contact with Duan Hong's eyes, they all quickly lowered their heads.

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Duan Hong blushed and said: "To be honest, I am not a monk, I am just a deacon in the temple, responsible for the candlelight and lamp oil in the temple. I happened to meet the two of them in the temple today and agreed to bring them to the city.

I want to play and come here to buy pastries, so...girl, please pack all the pastries."

Jiang Lanjing couldn't help but was stunned, and thought to herself: "This man is really an honest man. He just says whatever he asks. In just a few words, he revealed his old background. But he promises and keeps his word, even

He keeps what he promises to the children and he seems to be a person who values ​​affection and justice, which is interesting."

Thinking of this, Jiang Lanjing couldn't help but glance at Duan Hong secretly.

While Guo Xuanwu was eating pastries, his brain was spinning rapidly, and his eyes were darting around. Suddenly, a cunning brilliance flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed Sun Hai, who was still stuffing cakes into his mouth, and pulled him under the table in a panic.

Duan Hong and Jiang Lanjing were stunned for a moment. When they looked down, they saw Guo Xuanwu raising his index finger to his mouth, making a "hush" gesture, and then pointed out the door.

The two of them looked up and saw a group of people walking on the street. The one walking at the front was a thin old man, wearing gold and jade, dressed in a rich and noble manner, followed by five or six people in rich clothes.

In addition to the wealthy businessmen, all of them smiled coquettishly and tried their best to flatter, and they walked into the "Yixiangyuan" surrounded by the thin old man.

For Jiang Lanjing, this kind of scene has long been commonplace and there is nothing strange about it, but for Duan Hong, who has been training hard in the mountains for ten years, it is another matter.

"I wonder who that old man is? It's so grand. What does Yixiangyuan do? It's very lively to hear the laughter and laughter inside!"

Upon hearing Duan Hong's question, Jiang Lanjing's pink cheeks immediately turned red. She lowered her head and murmured in a low voice: "Who is that person? I have never seen it. What on earth does this Yixiang Courtyard do? Do you really think so?"

Can’t you see it?”

Duan Hong was startled and turned to look outside. He saw more than a dozen beautiful women standing in front of the gate of Yixiangyuan. They all smiled like flowers and winked at passers-by. From time to time, some men were attracted by them.

When I walked in, I understood immediately. I couldn't help but blush, lowered my head and coughed twice in embarrassment.

At this time, two little guys got out from under the table, and Guo Xuanwu asked curiously: "Sister, what kind of delicious food is sold in Yixiangyuan across the street? Is it more delicious than your pastry with a long aftertaste? Then
Chapter completed!