Half an hour later, we arrived at the Grand View Garden in the north of Yongding City.
The so-called Grand View Garden generally refers to a relatively large-scale garden, which is often the residence of princes and senior officials.
The garden where Wei Changtian and the others went was actually the residence of the wise king Lu Tingzhen.
Of course, after Lu Tingzhen fled Yongding, the place was deserted. There were only a few servants taking care of the house, and the door was closed every day.
However, what Wei Changtian and his party really wanted to visit was not the Grand View Garden itself, but the nearby market surrounding the garden.
"Walk by! All kinds of gold and silver jewelry are on sale!"
"Would you like me to buy a horse? This is a first-class purebred horse!"
"Osmanthus cake, peach blossom cake, sweet and delicious!"
"Pear wood tea table! Taishi chair!"
"..."
The scorching sun was in the sky, the sounds were noisy and lively, and the stalls were crowded on both sides of the road. There was no trace of the desolation of the troubled times.
However, if you listen carefully to the cries and take a closer look at the items sold at each stall, it is not difficult to find the impact of this chaos on Yongding City.
Various gold and silver jewelry, calligraphy and painting ornaments, tables, chairs and benches... There is no doubt that these must have been collected by traders from those who were eager to flee.
Because they are in a hurry to leave, the "recycling price" of these items is definitely not high, and vendors can make a lot of money if they can sell them at a higher price.
It seems that no matter what time, someone can always find a business opportunity.
In many cases, the more chaotic the world is, the easier it is to get rich.
Of course, this undoubtedly requires a certain amount of courage and courage, as well as a relatively accurate prediction of the future situation.
And it is obvious that in the eyes of these "speculative" traders, nothing major will happen to Yongding City...
"Sir, don't you buy some jewelry for this lady?"
"As soon as I take a look at you, I know you are from a wealthy family, and your wife is as beautiful as a fairy. It will be even more wonderful if you pair it with some jewelry..."
Next to a small stall selling silver jewelry, a vendor was holding a few hairpins in front of Wei Changtian and was selling them like crazy.
He was spitting, sometimes praising Wei Changtian for his extraordinary temperament, and sometimes praising Yang Liushi for his outstanding appearance. In his previous life, he would have been a good salesman.
Wei Changtian actually stopped and looked at the exquisitely crafted ornaments for a few moments before casually asking:
"Where did you get all this? It's not stolen goods, is it?"
"Hey, young master! Look at what you said, how dare we sell stolen things in broad daylight!"
The hawker screamed his injustice, then came closer and whispered in a mysterious voice: "To be honest, these were all collected by the villain from the servants of Prince Xian's palace."
"Prince Xian's Mansion?"
Wei Changtian turned his head and glanced at the red wall not far away, and asked with a smile: "Don't try to deceive me. How could the wise king leave these belongings behind when he left?"
"Oh, of course I took all the valuables away."
The hawker hurriedly defended: "These things in the hands of the villain are not very valuable. The wise king left in a hurry, so it is normal for him to leave behind a few things."
"Too."
Wei Changtian smiled even more: "Then doesn't this give you an advantage?"
"Sir, that's true, but I would rather not make this money."
The hawker suddenly became serious when he heard this, and said seriously: "Who doesn't know that the wise king was forced to leave by Wei Yanluo, the man who killed a thousand swords? If he could choose, I would rather be poor than see us.
The prince of Dahui ended up like this."
"Not to mention the Second Prince and Prince Kang who have returned to the West..."
"..."
In front of the real owner, he cursed Wei Yanluo for being a killer with a thousand swords. As soon as the vendor said this, the expressions of the people behind Wei Changtian changed slightly.
Yang Liushi couldn't help laughing, Li Zimu frowned, and Zhang San's hand was already on the handle of the knife.
Qin He and Chu An secretly looked at each other, their faces a little nervous.
It was obvious that they were afraid that Wei Changtian would kill someone if he was upset, and they wanted to step forward and block the vendor's mouth.
But the two of them couldn't do this after all, so they had to listen uneasily to the hawker who continued to mutter to Wei Changtian:
"Young Master, to tell you the truth, although I have no ability, if the eldest prince really fights Wei Yanluo, I am willing to donate all my wealth!"
"all?"
When Wei Changtian heard this, he suddenly smiled and interrupted: "Are you willing?"
“Of course I’m willing to give it up!”
The hawker shouted loudly: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country! Since the villain is from Dahui, he must not let Dahui fall into the hands of thieves!"
"That's good, I'm going to buy a few things just based on what you said."
There was no change in his expression. Wei Changtian smiled and picked up a few pieces of jewelry on the stall and looked at them. Then he suddenly asked in the vendor's delighted eyes:
"What if you are asked to donate your life?"
"..."
The smile suddenly froze on his face, and the vendor's expression suddenly became overwhelmed.
He was stunned for a long time, and then he stammered:
"Young Master, you are joking, and the villain has never practiced cultivation. My eldest prince, there is no need for the villain to work hard..."
"That's impossible to say."
Wei Changtian raised his head and said in a serious "analysis": "Didn't Wei Yanluo say before that if Gongsun Yan died, he would have the entire Yongding City buried with him?"
"Now that another 200,000 troops have arrived from Xinfeng, if the city is really massacred, wouldn't you and I have donated our lives for the Great Hui?"
"This this......"
His face gradually turned pale, and the vendor's tone became less confident: "Wei, Wei Yanluo probably won't really massacre the city..."
"Well, who knows about this?"
Wei Changtian pretended to be worried and sighed: "He is such a ruthless person, what can't he do? If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst..."
"..."
The sun was still hot, and the shouts around him were still the same, but fine cold sweat was already breaking out on the vendor's forehead.
He looked at Wei Changtian blankly, not knowing what to say.
The latter patted his shoulder heavily, raised a pair of earrings in his hand and asked:
"How much silver is this pendant?"
"ah!"
The hawker who suddenly came back to his senses trembled and subconsciously quoted a price: "Two, two, two, three..."
"Okay... give me the money."
Wei Changtian turned around and told Zhang San, who immediately took out a sufficient amount of silver and placed it on the stall.
The white broken silver reflected an attractive luster in the sun, but the vendor didn't even look at it, as if he was still thinking about what Wei Changtian had just said.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.
How about... how about running away for your life?
After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't make up his mind. At this time, the hawker had no intention of doing business. He shook his head and prepared to close the stall and go home to discuss with his wife before making any plans.
It was only then that he realized that Wei Changtian and his party had walked far away without knowing it.
"hiss......"
Through the gap in the crowd, he took another deep look at the back figure, and then suddenly shuddered for no reason.
And this tremor seemed to have some magical effect, making him suddenly make up his mind.