There was an awkward atmosphere in front of a certain counter where a slightly longer queue had already formed.
A scholar in green shirt carrying a sword touched the chest and discharged ten exquisite and small spiritual stones.
"Sister, can you give me a small change?"
The scholar said with a bright smile.
"Chenghui eleven spiritual stones."
Beautiful women don't like this.
Seeing that the "beautiful man trick" was useless, Zhao Rong's smile froze.
He looked back at the team behind him.
Good guy, there are already eight or nine people waiting, especially the one behind him, a hook-nosed man with sinister eyes and a fierce expression.
Zhao Rong trembled slightly in fright.
"Sister, if we go to Xiaoyaojin instead, can we lose one low-grade spiritual stone?"
"I'm sorry, sir, our ship ticket fee is one low-grade spiritual stone for every two stops. Eleven more should be paid when disembarking from Xiaoyaojin."
"Ahem, is there any lower class cabin?"
"I'm sorry, sir, Qingfeng Pavilion's ferry has ordinary cabins and VIP cabins."
"Then do you accept the gold? I have some with me..."
Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the beautiful woman with a formulaic smile behind the counter shook her head slightly.
Did he die before he left the army?
Zhao Rong looked gloomy.
In fact, he has another way. He can go to the third floor to pawn some relics left by his mother. In this way, he can not only get enough for the boat ticket, but also have a lot of spiritual stones.
It's just that Zhao Rong didn't think in this direction at all.
It's not that I don't know, it's that I don't want to.
Part of his mother's belongings was given to Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er, and part of it was left to him.
Some of his share had already been sold to Zhao Kuo before, but now the rest are important items with special meanings. He really can't sell them anymore, otherwise he will be regarded as a son of man in vain.
At this time, there was some commotion in the team behind them.
"You poor poor man who has no money, get out of here, young master!"
"Don't occupy the latrine and don't poop!"
Zhao Rong's eyes turned cold when he heard this. He looked back and found that the caller was a young man in brocade clothes with an impatient look on his face.
Although the first floor of Qingfeng Residence is very large, Master Jinyi’s voice is louder and can be heard by everyone in the house.
The guests queuing around, taking a tea break, and preparing to go upstairs all turned their attention.
Seeing that he had become the focus of the people around him, Mr. Jinyi unfolded the folding fan in his hand gracefully, shook it gently, smiled indifferently, stared at the poor man who dared to turn around and look directly at him, and said mockingly.
"Has Qingfeng Pavilion fallen to this level now?"
"Put all the messy things in there?"
"He is not doing business now, but is he opening a charity instead?"
Zhao Rong just glanced at him for a while and then didn't look at him again.
He bowed his hands to the onlookers around him with an apologetic expression and turned back.
Ignore the man shouting behind you.
When Lin Qingxuan saw Zhao Rong ignoring him, he was furious. He had been suppressed by his brother who was studying at Siqi Academy since he was a child. It was okay to look down on him. Today, he was even beaten by a man who couldn't even afford a boat ticket outside.
The poor measures are so ignored?!
He closed the fan with one hand and was about to speak again, but his sleeve was pulled by an old servant behind him.
"Master, he seems to have something to do with Linlu Academy..."
Lin Qingxuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he noticed the flag behind Zhao Rong's book box. His face was condensed, but he immediately smiled contemptuously.
"Hey, the reading seed club of Linlu Academy can't even get this little spiritual stone? You can make a lot of money just by picking up a pen."
"This Qiong Cuo Da is probably just using a tiger skin as a big banner. Are there not many people like this every year in the mountains and down the mountains?"
"Besides, what if he has some relationship with Linlu Academy? Can the Academy be unreasonable?"
Speaking of this, he thought again of his brother who always used great principles to suppress him, and his eyes were so condescending every time he looked at him.
All readers should die!
"Occupying the latrine and not taking a shit, wasting everyone's time and not getting scolded? Even if the gentleman from the academy stands in front of me, I will still say..."
"You are just a hypocritical person who has no money. You are poor, inconvenient and big!"
For the last three words, Lin Qingxuan tapped Zhao Rong's head in the air with his folding fan every time he said them.
After saying this, he gently raised his chin, opened the folding fan calmly, and gently shook the wind, feeling very relaxed.
Everyone around had different expressions.
Some people gloated, some nodded in agreement, some looked on coldly, and some turned away.
When Zhao Rong heard the words coming from behind him, he didn't say anything. He was about to take back the mysterious card and go out to think of a solution.
The beautiful woman behind the counter sighed secretly, there were some weird customers today, but although the young man in brocade clothes liked to stir up trouble and had a domineering style, she still quite agreed with some of his words.
Bringing the false flag of Zhang Linlu Academy to pretend to be powerful? I almost believed you!
Going to Linlu Academy? Hehe, he is probably like those scholars who flock to the academy every year from the mountainside like guests crossing the river.
If you don’t have money, don’t come here to waste my time! Cultivation is about competing with God for fate, and time is not waiting for me. If it weren’t for earning some contribution to the sect, she would not be willing to leave Qingfeng Pavilion and come here to be a steward full of copper stench.
But when she thought about her achievements, she glanced at the poor scholar in front of the cabinet who was probably scarred and was about to run away. She cleared her throat and said softly.
"If you don't have money, why don't you try to write some poems? The shop is willing to provide some pen and ink for you to try. Even if it is not convenient for our shop to accept your masterpiece, there may be discerning customers who will like it.
You'd better write something pleasing to the young master, maybe the guests will be happy to see it and throw a low-grade spiritual stone to the young master."
In fact, Qingfengju has not encountered this situation before, or it may be encountered by many merchants on the mountain. Some Confucian scholars who are short of money will try to exchange poems for spiritual stones.
However, this was usually initiated by the scholars. This time, when the beautiful woman saw that Zhao Rong was about to leave without saying anything, she was a little surprised and wanted to call him back and let him try.
After all, the Great Way of Heaven and Earth seems to particularly favor Confucian scholars. Once the new poems written by the scholars can be recognized by heaven and earth, then the piece of paper and ink carrying the poems will immediately accumulate the aura of heaven and earth on its own, and transform into a piece of art that will benefit the monks on the mountain in their practice.
treasure!
It's just that this kind of situation is very rare. Anyway, Qingfengju has never encountered it in all the years since its establishment.
Will a Confucian scholar who can write high-grade poems lack this kind of money? Any poem about ascending to the tower will start with a high-grade spiritual stone! The beautiful woman thought so.
However, every few decades on Wangquezhou Mountain, there is still an anecdote about a scholar who accidentally wrote some excellent poems in a certain business, and then the monks on the mountain could talk about it for a while.
Hearing this, Zhao Rong stopped his preparations to leave, looked up at the smiling beautiful woman, and was about to speak when suddenly another joking voice came from behind.
"This beautiful sister is right. Don't run away in a hurry. You poor people don't need money. You have a lot of acid water in your stomach. Why don't you spit it out and show it to me?"
"If you can make me laugh, I might be happy and give you some spiritual stones from my fingers. Isn't it more than enough to buy a boat ticket for a poor person like you?"
"Pfft." A young-looking girl in green clothes in the crowd couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. She seemed to be amused by something Lin Qingxuan said. When she saw everyone's eyes on her, she stuck out her tongue and hid quickly.
Arriving behind his companion.
Zhao Rong still thought that Lin Qingxuan did not exist. He paused, smiled, and said to the beautiful woman: "No need."
Oh, is a spiritual stone worthy of letting me write poems?
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to take back the ten spirit stones that had been lined up on the counter.
Lin Qingxuan smiled brightly.
The beautiful woman smiled indifferently.
The girl in green felt a little bored.
The onlookers were ready to disperse.
Suddenly, a dark, thin hand stretched out from behind Zhao Rong and placed something next to Zhao Rong's hand.