Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 201|Broad and Guangzhi means education.

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The pharmacies and clinics in the city are closed, and they are unwilling to do business with people who are injured in fighting.

Moli secretly calculated the types and number of medicinal materials in his bag, and found that the few medicines that needed to be supplemented were not scarce in the south, so he put down his hand that was about to knock on the door, and planned to go to the next town to find a drug store to buy.

As soon as he turned around, he found that Meng Qi was missing.

Walking a few steps towards the path suspiciously, I saw Meng Qi's figure in a cloth shop on the side of the street.

Moli thought for a while, the weather is getting hot indeed, I should buy an extra set of clothes.

——Even if I don’t sweat, I wear the same clothes and run around on the road every day, a bit too sloppy.

When Moli entered the door, he happened to see Meng Qi order a piece of fine cloth, which was embroidered with leaf patterns on the green bamboo background. It looked very simple and elegant.

Only scholars, noble children, and seniors over seventy years old can wear silk fabrics. Therefore, there are more types of fine cloth in small towns. The price of some fine cloth is even higher than that of silk. Meng Qi asked for the most expensive cloth in the shop, and the shopkeeper smiled.

"Guest, look at this horse again, the price is even cheaper, look at how bright and clean the material is, and the texture... Hey, although it is not Songjiang cloth, it is not much worse."

Moli didn't understand fabrics originally. Zhushan County is a small place after all, but it's different once I've been to Taijing.

Even if you don't understand the doorway in the fabric, you can tell whether it is good or bad.

For example, the muslin that the shopkeeper is trying to sell is a very positive moon and day cyan, which is lighter than the average moon white, but the problem also lies in this color.

The thin cloth is comparable to Weitang yarn. It is very thin and the color is so light that it is very easy to stain.

If you want to make an undershirt or an obscene garment, the price of this piece of cloth is higher. In small towns, it is difficult to sell this kind of fabric because there is a lack of arty literati. Most people love those embroidery. Except for those with filial piety at home, other people don't even look at this plain fabric with complex and complex fabrics.

"What's the price?" Moli touched it.

The color of this cloth reminded him of the moonlight looking up from the bottom of the pool into the water. It was the light blue of the flowing water after the night was illuminated.

The shopkeeper took a look at the appearance of the two and quoted a price of four taels of silver.

"Songjiang cloth six coins a piece of silver, shipped to Taijing to sell one or two, the shopkeeper's price is high, right?" Meng Qi bargained skillfully.

"Look at what you said, you can't buy Songjiang cloth if you want to buy it now! You can only get the things from the south side. Songjiang cloth is good and cheap, but other cloths are not." The shopkeeper looked around. , Seeing no one outside, smiled embarrassingly, "The little old man is not asking for a wild price, the price of the new cloth can't be reduced."

Newly woven cloth is like new grain, and they are the most expensive.

The cloth will fade, and the rice will become moldy, so leave it alone.

"Okay, get two more, the price..."

Meng Qi will continue to bargain, but the ink carp has already interrupted, "No, just one of these two colors."

One piece of cloth can make just one set of clothes, and there is no second person's share.

Meng Qi asked unwillingly: "Is it not good for the doctor and me to wear clothes made of the same material?"

"Will be wrong."

Mo Lei exposes someone's secret idea.

The outer shirt is relatively wide. As long as the shape is not different, you can basically wear it, and there are few things that don't fit.

Meng Qi pretended not to understand, and asked the shopkeeper in a serious manner. It would take a few days for clothes to be made in the shop.

"This... the guest officer is really unfortunate. There was a tailor and an embroiderer, but they all went home to visit relatives, and they couldn't come back within three or five days." The shopkeeper laughed with him, very worried. Because of this, Meng and Qi didn’t buy cloth, and they quickly added, “This street is to the end of Tailor Li’s house. His work is done quickly and well, and the price is fair. Don’t worry, there will be no delay in storage. Your business."

Meng Qi took the opportunity to chase the shopkeeper and freed him three hundred yuan, and then, according to Doctor Mo's instructions, bought one by one according to the suit.

He tore the fabric away, put a drape on his shoulders, and went out freely.

Moli: "..."

People who buy fabrics basically don’t leave with cloth, because there are carriages and ox carts to carry them. The poor people go to the fair and use cloth as money, but there are some who are wrapped in them. The shopkeeper has never seen the muslin like Meng Qi "spoiled".

"Doctor?" Meng Qi called back, his expression calm.

Moli thought, maybe in the mind of the national teacher, fabrics with less than a dozen silvers can fly with the wind.

"Isn't it easy for the doctor to take it? How about..."

"Don't!"

Mo Li hurriedly stopped. He suspected that if he took a step slower, Meng Qi might have to put on two pieces of cloth at the same time to swagger through the market.

A piece of cloth is big or not, and it is not small.

You can hold or carry.

The problem is that the ink carp already has a suitcase on its back, and then carry a piece of cloth. It is necessary to adjust the position of the suitcase to avoid pressing the medicine inside.

Seeing that Meng Qi didn't care about other people's gazes at all, and continued to go shopping just like that, Moli was speechless for a while.

Wei-Jin celebrities have a wave-like corpse, some with a disheveled dispersal, and some with a barefoot open arms. What is a piece of cloth compared to a disheveled clothes and no shoes?

The ink carp looked down at the cloth.

"The doctor is coming soon, and I have to find a tailor to make clothes!"

Meng Qi urged over there, and finally Moli folded the cloth three times and hung it between his arms.

Let's stretch out my hand and squeeze it carefully, making the fabric soft and smooth.

If it weren't for a long distance, the ink carp would want to buy a few more to make a set of clothes for Mr. Qin Tang Xiaotang.

——Everything is good in Zhushan County, but the Property Committee is too barren.

Mo Lei walked behind, watching the pedestrians on the road turning their heads in surprise, chasing after Meng Qi until they hit the wall or the booth.

"Brother Meng, why is this?" Mo Li said helplessly.

"If it weren’t for the shop without tulou cotton or woven gold material, and the doctor would not like it, it would be a waste of money, otherwise it would be better to wear it."

Meng Qi sighed, squeezing his sleeves, and the fabric naturally agitated and flew with his movements.

"When the sun shines, it shines brightly." Meng Qi slightly squinted, conjecturing how radiant the ink carp is in such clothes.

Touch the purse again, unconsciously.

Poor, poor people and short ambitions.

The dragon vein is a mountain. It's not good if the mountains and the water are exhausted. How can we raise fish when the water is exhausted? Can't afford it!

"Since the four gangs and twelve guilds, Jinyiwei, and Fengxingge all know our identity, we will not hide it, and simply use the mouth of these people to startle out the monsters that may be hidden in the small town."

Moli is easy to understand. This refers to the Piaoping Pavilion, the Sacred Lotus Altar, and the people and hidden secrets behind them.

The former national teacher is really a very useful identity.

Mo Lei couldn't help laughing.

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he picked up a wooden hairpin from the stall on the side of the road.

The hairpin was polished smoothly, and there was no wood thorn. The pattern is the most concise, but the natural patterns on the wood are very interesting, and what you have to say is like a small fish drawn by a child's graffiti.

Meng Qi was so happy that he didn't even ask the price, and directly gave the stall owner fifty copper plates.

The stall owner saw that he was dressed up weirdly, and he didn't dare to greet him. Seeing that he was generous with the money, he immediately thanked him and grabbed a rattle and stuffed it.

"The guest officer took home to coax the baby, this is nothing."

"..."

Little dragon veins are difficult to transform, so what kind of rattle is needed.

Meng Qi was about to refuse, and a hand behind him took the rattle.

"Thank you, Lao Zhang."

Moli sees that the game is very childlike. The drum handle is not painted, and the projectiles hanging on both sides are made into small fists. The drum face is a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha. When the rattle was swayed, it was as if he was beating his belly with his fist, matching the smile of Maitreya Buddha, which made people laugh.

Even if you think that craftsmen do not respect gods and Buddhas, thinking of Maitreya Buddha's big belly can tolerate you, you can't speak.

Just brought it back to Xiaotang.

Meng Qi was full of doubts, and wanted to ask Moli who was going to give this thing to him, and suddenly he heard Moli ask the stall owner if he could make a rattle according to the picture.

"...Medium, not long, this is a simple job." The stall owner agreed.

Moli bought paper and pen from a nearby shop, and prevented Meng Qi from stretching his head to look at it. He drew a few strokes and handed it to the stall owner selling wooden gadgets.

"Success, I will follow the description, and keep it for half an hour."

The stall owner happily accepted the broken silver, thinking that this one really hit the God of Wealth.

Meng Qi wanted to see it again, Moli had already dragged the person away.

"You have to make clothes!" Moli reminded.

As a result, when we reached the end of the street, Tailor Lee was not there. When the two apprentices saw the fine fabric, they both tremblingly did not dare to take the business.

These two muslins are nothing in Taijing, but they are already first-class fabrics in the small town. They can't afford it if they are done badly or do not meet the guests' wishes.

If you just make your own clothes, Meng Qi doesn't care, but isn't there still a black carp?

The ready-made clothes that Moli bought for him when he was in Yongzhou were suitable and comfortable. Meng Qi didn't want to throw things in his own hands.

I inquired about a tailor's shop again, and Meng Qi walked slowly over, looking at this one and that one along the way, and then he went in every shop.

Although I didn't buy much, it attracted everyone's attention. Afterwards, let alone Fengxing Pavilion, even the old man Cai, who was preparing to leave the city, heard the news.

The old man Tsai had a dark face, and ordered his brothers not to delay and leave as soon as possible.

The leader of Changxin’s gang failed to sell the news and offended Meng Qi. Seeing the pavilion master Fengxing didn’t wait to see him, he was so afraid that he changed his outfit and looked like a beggar. While strolling around the city, he was thinking about how to turn over and how to let Old Man Cai let himself go and continue to eat in the borders of Yuzhou.

As a result, he walked only a few steps, and he saw a man in the hot weather, dressed in a valuable blue cloth swaggering through the market.

"Where is the madness..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the Changxin Gang's face turned pale, and he went straight into a half-doored shop on the side of the road.

He peeked at the crack of the door and looked out, only to see Meng Guoshi and the doctor enter the tailor shop at the end of the street with a confident expression.

After a short while, the two of them came out again, their bodies and the cloth in their hands remained unchanged.

"What is this doing? Selling cloth?"

Changxin murmured to the helper, and then he felt a palpitating heart, but fortunately his body moved faster than his brain, and he instinctively rushed out.

"Wow."

Ge Changxin rolled onto the street together with the door panel of the shop, just at the feet of the ink carp.

Moli: "..."

Changxin's helper struggled to get up, and Moli suddenly raised his foot to pick up the door and block it in front of him.

There was a violent sound, and there were more than a dozen black pierced nails on the door.

Meng Qi walked the tailor shop in the city and couldn't make clothes as he wanted. He was frustrated. Now someone has sent him to the door. He immediately showed off his figure and jumped into the house lightly with the cloth. In the shop.

"What happened inside?" Moli asked Changxin's gang leader.

Ge Changxin gaped, he really didn't see anything.

Because the door panel was broken, the shop door was open, there was no light inside and no windows opened, so it was naturally dark.

Meng Qi brushed his sleeves, his inner strength shattered the window, and the sky light shone into it.

Two dark shadows rushed up quickly, with secret bodies.

The whole piece of blue cloth was swayed by internal forces and spread out in the air. It seemed like a tangible spirit. It stumbled on the east and hit the west. Two men in black hurried forward and backwards. They were struck by the blue cloth and retreated. , Forced to use hidden weapons to clear the way again.

All hidden weapons are poisonous, and a pit is directly black when they touch the board.

The blue cloth was agitated by internal forces, everything that was next to the cloth was tilted to one side, and the hidden weapons turned one after another.

There are people on the street who are too late to flee, as well as the goods on their stalls.

Mo Lei simply learned Meng Qi, and he lifted the cloth he was holding.

The hidden weapon seemed to have fallen into a large cloth pocket under the envelopment, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The Changxin gang master watched dumbfoundedly as Moli took the light blue cloth back, and there were a pile of hidden objects on the wooden boards at their feet, as if they had placed a new hidden object on the street. Stall.

Two men in black were turned around by the cloth, staggering and falling out.

Meng Qi stretched out his arms calmly, and the muslin fell back on his shoulders, and the horse in Moli's hand hadn't had time to put it away.

Changxin's helper looked at Shang Meng Qi's playful eyes, a panic, and quickly squeezed a flattering smile, stammering to praise:

"Good...good cloth. The bamboo leaves are sparsely branched, the moon is white and the frost is clear, the two of you can choose a good cloth!"