His eyes passed over the registration form exposed from the other party's robe, and fell on the other party's crescent-shaped eyes. Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but smile, "Selling the forms as scalpers, you are very financially minded!"
The young man was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face turned into surprise for a moment, "Young master, you are so powerful. Do you know the prophecy skills of Shenzong? How could you tell at a glance that my name is Yellow Ox!"
When Chu Tianjiao heard this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Are you really called a scalper?!"
"Yes!" The young man scratched his head in embarrassment, "My surname is Huang. When my mother gave birth to me, my cow also gave birth to a calf. My father didn't know a few words, so he gave birth to a calf.
I named myself Niu'er. After my parents died and no one helped me name it, I just kept calling me Niu'er. If you don't mind, you can call me Niu'er!"
After hearing what he said, Chu Tianjiao had already suppressed his smile, and immediately quit the team and took him to a secluded corner, "Is your registration form real?!"
"I don't dare to lie to you. I queue up early every day to get this. Each one I receive is five copper coins. Just give me ten copper coins. Five copper coins are my hard-earned money!"
Huang Niu'er looked around timidly and said, "Big Lao Li and the others are in the dark. They charge one or two cents for each form!"
From the way he talked, Chu Tianjiao immediately guessed that this "Big Old Li" was probably a local snake of this generation, and he was engaged in a monopoly business. The scalper still had a vague scar on his forehead, and he was afraid that he was beaten by a group of them.
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Although Chu Tianjiao was not a kind person, he still felt a little sympathy for this child whose parents had died. He immediately took out a small piece of broken silver from his body and said, "Okay, I bought this form!"
Seeing that she wanted to buy it, Huang Niuer's eyes suddenly lit up, and he showed helplessness for a moment, "Young Master, I...I don't have any money to give you!"
"Ha..." Chu Tianjiao smiled, grabbed his wrist and slapped the broken piece of silver into his palm, "Did I say I want you to give me change?!"
"But..." Huang Niu'er looked at the silver in his palm hesitantly, "This is really too much. Old Li and the others only collected one tael. This piece of silver must be at least three taels!"
"If you feel bad about it, how about waiting for me to fill out the form and hand it to the registration table for me so that I don't have to go there myself?!" Chu Tianjiao said with a smile.
"No problem!" Huang Niu'er carefully put the money into his pocket, "You come with me, I know a gentleman who writes letters, you can use his pen and ink!"
After leading Chu Tianjiao to an old man on the street corner who had a sign for writing letters, Huang Niuer respectfully called him Mr. Chen, "Mr. Chen, I just sold a registration form, can you let this young man do it?"
Use your pen and ink?!"
"What's wrong!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen immediately stood up and gave up his seat to Chu Tianjiao, "Come on, young master, sit here and write!"
"No need!" Chu Tianjiao looked at the writing brush on the table, then slapped the form on the table, took out a piece of broken silver and put it aside, "My handwriting is ugly, so please ask Mr. Chen to help me write it.
Save yourself from being laughed at!"
Mr. Chen looked at the money and seemed to think it was a bit too much. He looked hesitant and Huang Niuer came over with a smile and said, "Sir, there is no need to refuse. This young master is a kind man. Just help him write it!"