On the street, some people really sprinkle gold!
You are innocent, the goods are genuine, oh no, there is no price, just free.
Jia Lian did not expect this strange scene.
There really is pie in the sky, and it is filled with gold.
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A gust of wind came, like the wind blowing with snow, and pieces of gold foil fell from the sky. They rolled with the wind and reflected the bright sunlight, shining with dazzling golden light.
People on the street were hopping, bending, and climbing up the walls with ladders, all scrambling for the gold foil that came out of thin air.
Seeing that Boss Dai was crying, Jia Lian could only wave his hand towards Li'er:
"Let him go, size is his life, don't really worry him to death."
As soon as Boss Dai got away, he immediately jumped up and ran out. He didn't care about the newly made clothes he was wearing. He pounced wherever he caught him. He was more lively than a toad catching flies.
Every time I grab a piece of gold foil, I shout: "Thank you, God of Wealth!"
At this time, you can’t ask anyone, because the streets are busy picking up gold. Who has time to tell you what’s going on?
Qingwen looked at Jia Lian: "Second Master, I want to go too."
Jia Lian nodded: "Go."
Xing'er quickly followed suit: "Second Master, I want to go too."
Jia Lian nodded: "Go."
Then he turned to Li'er and asked: "How about you go and pick it up for a while?"
Li'er shook his head: "I won't go if I'm young."
Even if you are facing gold, you are still loyal.
Jia Lian was sighing to himself when he heard Li'er say: "Second Master's head is worth more than this gold foil."
Jia Lian: "..."
The words are true, but why do they sound so ugly?
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Another gust of wind came, and another gust of gold foil flew. I vaguely heard someone shouting:
"...It's snowing heavily...It's snowing heavily!"
It seems that many people are still shouting, whose family is crazy?
Jia Lian and Li'er followed the sound, and the further they walked, the clearer they heard.
"Master Cheng is bringing heavy snow to Yangzhou! Master Cheng, please let the whole city watch the heavy snow!"
The gold foil scattered in the wind and fell all over the streets and trees. The streets of Yangzhou City were filled with golden light.
Your sister is going crazy.
Turning around the corner, I finally saw where the gold foil came from.
It turned out that on top of the towering Wenchang Pavilion, there were more than a dozen servants taking out handfuls of gold foil from large wicker baskets and throwing them around in the wind. After scattering for a while, they shouted "It's snowing heavily" several times.
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Behind the group of servants, stood a tall satin-robed young man with a gentle and handsome face, who was chanting loudly in the wind:
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows the geese and snow.
Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn’t know you?”
After reading it, he clapped his hands and praised:
"What a wonderful poem by the ancients! I only understand now that it has written such a beauty of heavy snow! It is indeed wonderful! Such a good poem that money can't buy!"
Jia Lian finally saw an old man standing with a stick who was not busy picking up gold foil, so he hurried forward and asked:
"Who's the psycho here?"
The old man was old and had poor hearing, but when he saw Jia Lian's well-dressed clothes, he did not dare to be rude and hurriedly replied:
"The person upstairs is not Master Shen Jingbing, Master Shen. This is Master Cheng Zhiang."
Seeing Jia Lian's constant confusion, he understood that this was an ignorant outsider, so he patiently explained:
"The young master Shen Jingbing mentioned by the young master is the only son of Mr. Shen Chu.
The Young Master Cheng Zhiang upstairs is the youngest son of Mr. Cheng Yimou.
Although these two are both young masters of the eight major salt merchants, they are not the same person."
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You are definitely not alone in naming your son Psycho.
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"Then this god... what is Master Cheng doing here?"
"I heard that Master Cheng wanted to see heavy snowfall, but it didn't snow in Yangzhou this year, and it has never snowed heavily before.
If Master Cheng wants to see snow, then there is a way to make it snow.
He bought all the gold foil from the shops on the street, cut it into one-inch pieces, and sprinkled them from Wenchang Pavilion. Wouldn't there be a heavy snowfall? The whole city would be invited to watch the snow here. ”
The old man shook his head and praised;
"Just this snowfall cost ten thousand taels of silver."
"Ten thousand taels of silver? You exchanged it for gold pieces and just lost it all?"
Jia Lian was really dumbfounded.
They all say that money is not brought by strong winds, but today they saw it. They blew the money away with strong winds just to watch it as a snow movie.
The old man thought:
Sure enough, outsiders are really ignorant. This is Yangzhou, and money here is the most worthless thing.
"Ten thousand taels of silver is nothing in the eyes of the eight major salt merchants.
Let’s talk about Master Shen you just mentioned. He loves to raise horses. He has hundreds of high-quality Dawan horses at home, as well as various famous horses found from various places. There are hundreds of horses in total.< /p>
These horses are only kept in Yangzhou City. They are driven out of the city gate every morning and come back at night. I heard that the daily fodder for this group of horses costs five thousand taels of labor.
This young master Cheng is so elegant. I heard that his home alone has tens of thousands of square meters of inkstones. Many people go to the back door of his house to pick up live fish. Because he likes to eat live fish lips. If a live fish has its lips cut off, the rest will be thrown away.
One dish requires seventy or eighty live fish.
There is also Mr. Huang Taijun, who likes to buy skinny horses. I heard that his family bought hundreds of the most beautiful girls.
Every night he couldn't decide which one to sleep with, so he asked his servants to put all the girls into a big cloth bag, and let Master Huang touch them through the cloth bag, and the one he touched would be the one.
If you don't like anything you touch, throw the ones you don't like into the pond and drown them all to make room for buying new ones tomorrow.
The skinny horses sold to his family, as long as they are over 18 years old, are all bartered. There is a saying that exchanging two 18-year-olds for one 13-14 years old.
A duck for an oriole'."
Seeing that Jia Lian looked dumbfounded, the old man had just rested enough and his waist no longer hurt, so he continued to pick up gold foil tremblingly.
Jia Lian was speechless on the spot, with only two words swirling in his mind:
"Seeking death..."
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With his mind on his mind, Jia Lian walked back with Li'er and met Qingwen and Xing'er who were chasing after them.
Jia Lian: "Why don't you pick it up? Aren't there still things in the sky and on the earth?"
Qingwen pouted:
"I've had enough fun, I'm not just trying to pick up a mountain of gold."
Xing'er obviously didn't pick up enough, and his eyes were still chasing the gold foil everywhere. But after hearing what Qingwen said, he also followed:
"We follow the second master, isn't it more important than picking up gold?"
Jia Lian had no intention of talking to him and just walked away. What he was thinking about was that these salt merchants could be so extravagant and extravagant, and the shady story behind them was probably quite outrageous.
As I was walking, I saw Boss Dai from Guangling Tower chasing after me in a hurry:
"Second Master, stay! Second Master, stay!"
It must be a big deal to get Boss Dai to stop picking up gold and come after Jia Lian.