Mountain Rabbit

The market is noisy and the species are diverse. From time to time, you can find a few little foxes running out of the dark alleys and turning into ground children, coming out to play stones with human children or something.

"When I came down in the past, there were always some little monsters mixed in the crowd." The young master lay on his husband's back, "It's just that none of them did anything bad, and I didn't say anything about it."

Shao Qun turned people upside down, my wife is really kind.

"It's because you may not be able to beat them." The boy beside him said coldly.

Without the black rabbit by his side, he didn't even bother to pretend to be cute.

The little boy patted his shoulder on the shoulder, signaling him not to be angry about such a trivial matter: "I can still deal with this kind of little monster."

"That's right here." The three of them stopped in front of an old shop called Qingyufang, looking a little old, and it was still a century-old shop.

"No matter how you look at it, this place looks like a place for selling jade." The young master looked at the vicissitudes of life on the plaque above his head.

"If I didn't think that this place is selling jade, why would I go in."

The little boy was taken aback.

So you want to buy a piece of good jade for me?

"Otherwise." Shao Qun said coldly.

The little boy thought of how he pointed at him, and rubbed the tip of his nose on the back of his neck.

I am sorry.

The boy on one side stepped into the threshold of cheap wood that the young master loved most before them.

There seemed to be no one in there.

"Someone." Shao Qun followed in before putting him down, "It smells like that boss here."

A clean and young hand was stretched out from behind the curtain in the inner room, and a calm, bookish young man came out from inside, met their eyes, and then hurried to the counter where the accounts were settled: "Shopkeeper, there are guests, don't sleep ... get up quickly."

"Who came to deliver the money so early in the morning..." A man in green with disheveled hair slowly sat up behind the counter, with an elegant face and a lazy expression, with a strange thing on the bridge of his nose.

The boss glanced at them casually, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger: "Frames made of basalt tortoise shells, 3000 taels each, do you need them?"

Three people: ...Sell one alone?

No more.

The man rubbed his brows to wake up for a while, and he didn't seem to be in the mood to greet them. Among the few people, the richest one was the tallest one. He came to buy things from him, but unfortunately, he obviously only liked the poor boy on the side. Fate is obedience.

The younger one on the side...is still a little Taoist priest.

"Look around for yourself, and call me if you see something." The boss put on the clothes that had slipped off due to deep sleep, picked up a book and a folding fan, and went to hide behind. However, the jade suddenly appeared an unusually bleak color.

The boss paused, the light in his eyes moved slightly, he chuckled, and slapped the folding fan on his palm, and turned around, with a different smile on his face.

There is no reason for this change to make people feel...to be cheated.

"Everyone came here in a hurry. If I don't receive them personally, it would be impolite for me to recommend a bunch of them to you."

Three people: ...

They haven't said anything yet, and the money bag seems to be almost empty.

Although they knew that it would cost some money to come here to ask someone for help, they planned to buy some things first and paid the bill, and the other party would feel embarrassed if they didn't want to help.

They just didn't expect the other party to be so rude. What came up was a pile of ancient relics from the previous dynasty, the imperial pen used by a certain emperor, because he was too stupid, so he sold it cheaply, 250 taels, and there was also a book pressure collected by a certain national teacher, a celebrity Calligraphy and painting, Yongzhou good paper, and some finished products: "Do you need a limited edition wolf rabbit painting book? The young people who came here recently seem to like it very much."

So I also tried to collect a few copies to resell, but they sold well, so the price increased all the way, and there were two out-of-print copies left.

"Okay, we all want... hiss... this one is fine." The big black wolf grabbed his restless little hand and wrapped it in his palm, and stretched out his hand to the book press to press the account book for his wife. But without saying a word, he picked the most expensive one, and those two were out of print.

It's not bad money at first glance.

Boss Gu is very satisfied.

"Go in and sit."

That's what smart people do. Things go so well that they don't even have time to ask for help, and it's already accepted.

At this moment, a reckless young man barged in with a bang, and even if the store door wasn't closed, he could still push it with a bang.

"GuQingPei! You really dare to call a rabbit to serve you!" The young man said angrily, "Don't even try to make excuses for me! I can even smell the rabbit smell in your place!"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't refute but just smiled: "So it's Mr. Yuan, what do you want to buy today?"

"Don't change the subject with me!" The young man pointed at the young man whose ears had just been scarred out by him, "Who is this coquettish rabbit! It's not the first time I've smelled this smell at your place! You have to tell me the truth !"

The young master quickly hugged Shao Qun's arm, don't shake your fist!He is still young!Hit it and it will show its original shape!This is the market!

Boss Gu remained calm, still only looked at him with a smile, and emphasized: "What do you want to buy?"

youth:……

"what to buy?"

Youth: "Inkstone... don't need to be too expensive..."

The boss smiled and said yes, then found the ladder behind the door, climbed to the highest shrine, took down a Songjiang inkstone that had been enshrined in front of Wenquxing for decades, and gently placed it in his hand.

Yuan Yang: ...