Twenty thousand dollars is not a small sum. The owner of the bookstore asked Liu Jing to wait for a while and return home to collect the money in person. His home is located in Shiyangli, which means "north". Shiyangli is an alley next to the north of the city.
It's at the north gate of the city.
Less than two-quarters of an hour later, the owner of the book shop returned in an ox cart with 20,000 coins packed together, weighing more than 200 kilograms. He ordered two servants to carry the cash box into the book shop.
The money box fell heavily to the ground. The owner of the bookstore opened the box and said, "Look, Mr. Liu, there are all 20,000 yuan in the box. They are all fine five-baht coins, and there are absolutely no bad coins."
Bad coins refer to privately minted copper coins, whose quality is far inferior to official coins. Small coins are copper coins cast by Dong Zhuo in Guanzhong a few years ago. The poor quality caused the Guanzhong economy to collapse and return to the era of barter.
The copper coins were tied through a rope, and the strings of thousands of coins were piled up in the whole box. Liu Jing closed the lid of the box and said: "If you run a book store, you must be a person who knows the book and is polite. He is not comparable to ordinary traders. I believe that the people in this store
Taste."
The owner of the book store thanked him and repeatedly promised: "Don't worry, Mr. Liu, but if there is any bad money or shortage, the villain will pay a thousand times or ten thousand times."
Then the two began to discuss and draft a deed.
To write a deed, write it on the wood and carve it on the side as the deed. Each person holds one of them, which is called the left and right deed. Later, when they are compared with each other, they have already started their beginning.
The owner of the book store wrote the terms on the wooden board one by one, in duplicate. After Liu Jing confirmed that the content was correct, he signed his name, which became legally binding. The owner of the book store and Liu Jing each held two copies of the contract.
One serving.
After the transaction was completed, Liu Jing said goodbye to the owner of the bookstore at the door. He helped Liu He get into the car when he suddenly heard a male voice from the other side of the car: "Brother, look, there is a bookstore here, why don't we go in and have a look."
From what he said, he was definitely not a native of Changsha. He seemed to have an accent from the Qilu area.
Another younger voice said disapprovingly: "Changsha has always been a small town with many scholars and few scholars. How can there be any good books?"
Liu Jingjing stood there and soon saw two young men walking out of the other side of the bullock cart. The older one was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although his face was a little childish, he had a handsome appearance and extraordinary abilities. The younger one was about ten years old.
They are two or three years old. They should be brothers. Their eyebrows and eye contours are similar.
The older boy wears a white silk scarf, and the younger one also wears a boy's scarf. Both of them have good appearance and temperament. When walking in the market, they stand out like chickens.
The two suddenly noticed Liu Jing, and Liu He was paying attention to them. Apparently he had heard the previous conversation, and his face immediately turned red.
They are from Langxie, Xuzhou. They belonged to the land of Qilu in ancient times. They are the hometown of Confucius and Mencius and the land of etiquette and righteousness. Changsha is a place called "half-barbarian" in the "Book of Han". They pale in comparison. It is not true to say that they are despicable
That's an exaggeration. But it's okay to say this in private, but it would be rude if local people in Changsha heard it.
The older boy had to lead his younger brother to apologize sincerely to Liu Jing and Liu He: "I am young and ignorant, and my words are rude. If there is any offense, please don't blame me."
Liu He looked angry, while Liu Jing looked very calm. The young prodigy Wang Can and Wang Zhongxuan avoided chaos in Xiangyang. While enjoying the support of Jingzhou with peace of mind, he said: "Abandon China again and devote yourself to Jingman." This is a glimpse of the arrogance of the scholars in the Central Plains.
Nothing left.
In comparison, it was nothing for the young man in front of me to call Changsha a despicable city. Besides, they apologized very sincerely and performed the most important salute, second only to the long salute of kneeling down.
Liu Jing nodded slightly, pushed Liu He into the carriage, and rode away.
Watching the bullock cart go away, his brother said with a serious face: "The people of Jingchu have always been fierce. This gentleman is very well-educated. He is not as experienced as you. If he were replaced by an angry common man, he would definitely draw his sword and fight. What will happen then?"
Okay? I am in a foreign land, I should be careful in my words and deeds, remember, remember."
"I know I was wrong."
It wasn't until Liu Jing left that everyone in the bookstore discovered the beauty of Liu Jing's poems and writings. Liu Jing originally had the intention of "showing his talent", and he used Yan Kai and running script in his calligraphy style. The viewers were amazed.
The owner of the bookstore smiled from ear to ear. Things that he didn't care about suddenly turned into treasures that were not inferior to Cai Yong's Shudan. What an unexpected surprise!
Brother Qi and Lu walked into the bookstore and found a group of people surrounding the bookcase in admiration. They couldn't help but step forward to take a closer look.
"Who wrote this?" When the two of them saw Liu Jing's calligraphy, they were immediately shocked.
The owner of the bookstore replied: "That is the gentleman who left in the car just now. He is the queen of Changsha. His surname is Liu Mingjing and his courtesy name is Zhongda."
The two of them looked surprised. Liu Jing completely broke their stereotypes about Jingnan people.
His brother sighed: "It's such a pity that we missed such a beautiful woman. Then he asked the owner of the bookstore: "I wonder if this article can be sold?"
The owner of the bookstore shook his head and said: "I won't sell it."
The two brothers couldn't hide their disappointment when they heard this.
The bullock carts were moving hard among the crowds of people.
Liu He suddenly said: "Brother, Hu Tou likes to eat biscuits, why don't you buy some for him?"
Liu Jing smiled and said: "A Ruo is thinking about the tiger head, he looks like an uncle."
Hu cakes, as the name suggests, are Hu people's cakes. They are mainly popular in the north. In the south of the Yangtze River, they eat rice, soup, fish, and rarely eat pasta. In Liu Jing's memory, there were no shops in Changsha selling Hu cakes.
Liu He's face turned red after being praised, and he felt a little embarrassed. In fact, he really wanted to eat it too.
Song Gu had come to the market several times to buy Hu cakes for Liu He before, so he came to the cake stall with ease.
Liu Jing asked Song Gu to buy cakes. He sat in the car and looked out the window. As expected, the dwarf slave lived up to his name. He was only over four feet tall, with a head as big as a bucket and a cute face. He was a dwarf with congenital deformities. Such a scene made people wonder.
Liu Jing couldn't help but think of Wu Dalang, who also made a living by selling cakes.
At this time, a bohemian young man with a small crown in brocade clothes and a long sword hanging from his waist walked leisurely from a distance. Wherever he passed, people spontaneously gave way to a path, as if they were very afraid of this person.
The young man went straight to the cake stall and said loudly: "Dwarf slave, do you have any money in your hand? Lend me some."
The dwarf slave asked: "How much does Mr. Cai need?"
The young man surnamed Cai laughed and said: "Haha, of course the more the merrier."
The dwarf slave said: "I made more than a hundred money from selling cakes today, I'll give it to you." After saying that, he wanted to withdraw the money.
The old lady selling soy sauce on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so she said, "Wait a minute, little slave. Not to mention, this libertine has borrowed money from you five or six times this month alone, and he never pays you back, you silly boy."
, how can you still lend him money?"
The dwarf slave laughed and said: "Cai Jun is a hero in the city. He uses money in many ways. If he has money, he will never fail to pay it back."
"The one who knows me, Cai Sheng, is the dwarf slave." Cai Sheng patted the dwarf slave on the shoulder, as if he had met a close friend.
The old woman angrily scolded Cai Sheng: "You don't know the situation in Dwarf's family. His family is not involved in childbirth, and they all rely on him to survive. He is reluctant to eat or wear clothes. Every money he saves is used to supplement the family.
How could you bear to cheat him out of money?"
Cai Sheng said disapprovingly: "How can I, Cai Sheng, default on a small amount of money? If I become rich in the future, I will definitely repay him ten times or a hundred times. I am just relieved."
The old woman glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully: "You run around the city all day long and cause trouble. How can you get rich and noble?"
Cai Sheng said with an angry look on his face: "Why do you look down on me, Cai Sheng? Liu Bosi and District Yuanbo are both Changsha adults. They have repeatedly sent people with large sums of money to invite me as a guest. If I am willing to nod, the money and things will be at your fingertips."
.It’s just that I don’t want to. A real man should have high aspirations. How can he go against his will and be driven by others?
Furthermore, in the entire city, this place is the calmest, isn’t it all because of my contribution?”
The dwarf slave hurriedly comforted the old woman and said to Cai Sheng, "Don't blame me, Mr. Cai."
Cai Sheng put the money into a small bag, threw it in the air, and said with a smile: "Dwarf slave, I will go to the gambling shop to play a few games first. You can come to me after closing the stall. I have really lost a lot these days. You are lucky."
, maybe you can help me get some back."
Gamblers always lose nine times out of ten, but the dwarf slave is an exception. He is able to come and go. It must be said that he is very lucky.
"Okay." The dwarf slave nodded and agreed.
"A gambling house is not a place for good people to go. Don't lead a dwarf slave like you, a libertine."
Cai Sheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at the old woman, nodded to the dwarf slave, turned and left.
"Mr. Lang, I bought the cake."
Song Gu's voice made Liu Jing look away, "Let's go."
The bullock cart leisurely came out of the east gate of the market. Liu Jingshun looked back from the window and saw that the market is indeed a place where people gather and where heroes gather.
Looking back on today's trip, many faces flashed through his mind one by one, including the desperate city gatekeeper, the domineering Ou Yuanbo, the handsome and free-spirited savior, the elegant Qilu brothers, the dwarf selling cakes, the suave knight-errant...all kinds of faces.
, left a very deep impression on him.
Originally, he only wanted to become an official. As for taking up any position, he had no specific plans. Now, he has it.