Half an hour later, the man who was drinking bean juice in the morning shop had already appeared in the backyard of Baojuanzhai.
Bao Juan Zhai is an inconspicuous small shop on the bookstore street, doing some small business of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the shop is full of ordinary goods, and the reception is also a down-and-out student.
There are several streets in the capital that specialize in literati business, and the book shop street is the most remote, and most of the shops here are people living in the front of the shop, and the same is true for Baojuanzhai.
When the man came in, there was an old man with gray hair sitting in the shop, who was both the proprietor and the shopkeeper, and also a buddy.
When the old man saw this man, he nodded invisibly, and continued to wipe the counter and tables and chairs, as if he had to receive distinguished guests here every day, in fact, since there was a foreign show the day before yesterday, he bought a knife of rice paper, and it has not been reopened for two or three days.
When the man walked into the back hall, the old man picked up the rag again, walked to the door of the shop, and pretended to wipe the door frame, but a pair of old eyes that were not faint took in the scene on the street.
Seeing that there was no abnormality, the old man returned to the shop.
Seeing him enter, a slender figure came out from behind the shop opposite, she made a look, and the vendor who set up a stall selling sheep's hair pens across the road cleaned up the stall, put the unsold sheep's hair pens into the back basket, and swaggered into the treasure scroll Zhai.
"Boss, I'm going to have a meal and leave my things here for you," he asked with a grin.
The gray-haired old man snorted and ignored him.
The man was not polite, and ran out as soon as he put his things in the corner.
The old man was angry, and the sheep pen in his shop cost five pieces of one or two silver, and this kid sold one or two pieces of silver for ten, and he also gave him an ink ingot the size of a little thumb, which was clearly used to grab business from the stalls, and the shops on the whole street did not wait to see him.
So the old man came up and kicked at the basket.
The back basket was not steady, and the kick fell down, and the sheep's pen spilled on the ground.
Spilled out with the sheep's hair pen, there are also seven or eight yellow bamboo pole brushes.
Seeing this yellow bamboo pole, the old man's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about anything else, so he picked up a brush and looked at it carefully.
That's right, this is chicken feather bamboo, which is produced under Lingfeng Mountain at the northern foot of Tianmu Mountain in western Zhejiang Look closely, they are all sheep's hair pens, but the wool used in these sticks is obviously different from ordinary brushes, which is called sunspots, and a goat can only produce one or two sunspot hairs.
The old man swallowed his saliva with difficulty, don't look at the ordinary goods sold in his small shop, but he knows the good goods, just by these chicken feathers and black hairs, he can judge that these are not ordinary sheep's hair, this is the lake pen And it's also the top grade in the lake hair Rong Bao Zhai sells ten taels of silver, which is not as good as this one.
A lake pen of ten taels of silver is put together with a rotten pen of one or two pieces of silver The old man felt that something was wrong, and when he thought about the one in the backyard, he intuitively felt that this kid had put the basket here for another purpose.
He silently picked up the brushes that had spilled on the ground, put them back in the basket, and then put the basket back to where it was just now, then picked up the rag and continued to wipe the tables and chairs.
After a while, the boy returned, bowed his hand to the old man, thanked him, picked up the basket and went out, but he did not set up any more stalls, and after walking a few steps, he spread his feet and ran away like crazy.
As soon as he walked with his front feet, the old man also threw down the rag and sat down on the chair in the middle, and was about to take a sip of tea, but his hands itched.
He grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and scratched his left hand with his right hand, but the more he scratched, the more itchy he became, he looked at it, he was not bitten by mosquitoes, but it was itchy, itchy to unbearable, he didn't care about closing the shop, so he ran to the back hall, soaked his hands in cold water, originally wanted to make himself comfortable, but he didn't expect that his hands were stained with cold water, as if there were hundreds of insects to get into it from his fingertips, and his five meridians and eight veins also itched together, He took his hands out of the cold water and shook them desperately, but they were still itchy.
His movement alarmed the people behind him, and in a short time four or five people gathered around him and asked him what was the matter.
One of them picked up his hand and looked at it, and his face changed: "Have you touched anything?"
The old man thought about it, then thought of some sheep's hair, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
The man said in a deep voice: "This is a hundred insect bites, you have been drugged" The old man was taken aback, and the others were also surprised, and some people hurried to the back to report the news, and the backyard was busy.
No one noticed that a slender figure walked in through the open door of the shop.
She crept into the stove room, and saw that the stove room was empty, and the person who was supposed to be here had obviously gone to see the old man's hand.
Unhurriedly, she took out a swarthy object and stuffed it into the stove.
Then he dodged out, and while he hadn't been discovered yet, he walked out of the treasure scroll fast.
The people of the West City of the Five Cities are drinking mutton soup in a shop not far from the bookstore street, the weather is getting colder and colder, patrolling outside, the cold wind burrows into the neck, this kind of weather is on fire and drinks a bowl of hot mutton soup, warm from the inside to the outside.
Suddenly, a half-sized boy ran in and shouted breathlessly: "Official, go and take a look, there is an accident on the street of the bookstore, there is an old boy who drank too much and touched the chest of a girl, and now he is chased and beaten by that girl." ” And there's this The Five Cities Terracotta Division likes to take care of this kind of thing the most.
A few people put down the soup bowls, burped, and hurried to the bookstore street.
As soon as I ran to the street of the bookstore, I heard a loud bang You don't even need to look it up to know where the noise came from.
As soon as the voice fell, I heard a scream that cracked my lungs.
The two women, who had been guarding outside the bookstore street, glanced at each other when they saw this, and the two of them laughed in unison.
Bai Jiuniang didn't come back until the curfew, Brother Yu and Sister Yuan hadn't come back yet, and Qin Jue and Luo Jinyan were having dinner.
Bai Jiuniang walked around outside Han Cuixuan, and the mother-in-law who opened the door smiled: "Jiu Niangzi, you go to the tea room to drink a cup of tea to warm up your body, and then you can go over after the uncle and grandmother have eaten later." ” Bai Jiuniang was in a hurry, where could she wait.
Although she is a bit of a gangster, she doesn't dare to break through here.
She paced up and down, just in time to see Zhu hustle and bustle coming out.
She dragged the bamboo hustle and said, "You go and talk to the grandmother, and say that I am back, and I have something to tell her."
By the way, when you say this, don't let the uncle hear it. ” Zhu Huo rolled his eyelids, Bai Jiuniang must have kicked the donkey in his head, the uncle and the grandmother ate together, and he could still come to the grandmother's side to talk "Say it yourself, I don't have the guts here."
Zhu Huo said, taking advantage of Bai Jiuniang's lack of attention, he threw her off and ran away. t1706231537: