Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 350: Do you deserve it too?

Duming Mansion is another big city in Jizhou. Having been to the land of Zuyue, Ji Yuan always feels a little emotional when he sees the stable and powerful cities like Dazhen.

In fact, from a personal perspective, Dazhen itself has a lot of problems, but there is no perfect place in the world. Dazhen has already stood out against the backdrop of his peers.

Walking on the streets of Du Ming Mansion, Ji Yuan was like an ordinary tourist walking through the city. Finally, he chose a suitable street corner, and when no one was looking, he took out a card from his sleeve. There were two round stools on the table, and he sat there.

Unlike Lu Shanjun who was testing Lu Chengfeng on the way, Ji Yuan also had his own plans.

There are two places with the largest number of martial arts people in the entire Jizhou Wulin. One is Dingyuan Mansion and the other is Duming Mansion. Although Desheng Mansion has Luoxia Villa, its heritage is still inferior to these two places compared to the entire Wulin. Among them, Du Ming Mansion is even worse.

The martial arts conference held this time is actually not a casual gathering, but a grand gathering of Jizhou martial arts. Even the owner of Luoxia Villa and the three owners of the three villages will attend, intending to support Jizhou’s martial arts status. The promotion of the conference immediately raised the status of the conference to more than one level. Many warriors from the surrounding states also came to participate in the conference. The scale was quite large, and even the Du Ming Mansion officials were alarmed.

Ji Yuan suddenly set up a table in this corner, of course not to bask in the sun. First, he wanted to earn some money by selling his skills, and second, he wanted to wait for someone.

It was impossible that there was nothing on the table, but Ji Yuan took out the four treasures of the study including pen, ink, paper and inkstone one after another. He placed the pen on the pen holder and began to sharpen the ink himself.

Today's weather seems gloomy, but that's just because it's still early. Ji Yuan knows that the sun will break through the clouds soon, and then it will be good weather.

As Ji Yuan slowly polished the ink, the skylight began to gradually show its power, the clouds above began to show signs of dissipating, and there were more pedestrians on the side.

This street corner is obviously also a favorite place for some small vendors. Not long after, some vegetable sellers have set up stalls or laid carpets, and some people are looking at Ji Yuan frequently.

What's amazing is that the first ray of sunlight breaks through the blockage of clouds and shines on Ji Yuan's desk first, giving this place a unique sense of light.

However, only some vendors in the surrounding area saw this scene, and after at most a dozen breaths, more and more sunlight shone down, and the weather gradually cleared up.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

Finally, a common man selling dry goods on the side asked curiously.

Ji Yuan looked at him. His skin was dark and his face was crisscrossed with ridges. He looked older, but in fact he was probably only thirty or forty years old.

"It's no different from what you do, but I just sell some pen and ink."

"Oh."

The man nodded to show that he understood. He was just selling calligraphy. There were the most poor scholars like this before and after New Year's. However, it is rare in this season, but it is not impossible.

Ji Yuan looked at the increasing flow of people to the left and right, thought for a moment, took the Langhao pen, dipped some ink on it and wrote a few words on two pieces of white paper.

Writing family letters on behalf of others, selling characters to ask for divination.

The two pieces of white paper were placed on the corner of the table. Although they did not look conspicuous, the handwriting was always beautiful.

After finishing writing, Ji Yuan placed the second stool under the table opposite the table as a place for guests to sit.

It’s a pity that although Ji Yuan’s appearance is good, from the table decorations to the clothes, he definitely doesn’t look like a fortune teller, and there is no sign. Simply placing two pieces of paper is obviously not enough, so there are so many people coming and going. Quite a few, but not many sat down in front of the stalls.

However, Ji Yuan was not really doing business, it was mainly just for one person. When three people passed by from afar, Ji Yuan opened his eyes to calm down.

Although these three people had already passed by the table, the leader's gaze also glanced at the white paper on the table. Ji Yuan knew that they would come back.

Sure enough, the three of them stopped seven or eight steps ahead, and then turned back.

They were all dressed more gorgeously. The leader, with a small crown inlaid with white jade in his bun, was tall and slightly fat. He led the two people behind him to the table and read the words with a smile on his face. Looked at Ji Yuan again.

"The handwriting is good, but does Mr. know how to tell fortunes like this?"

The man who spoke was about forty or fifty years old. Although he looked pampered, he had calluses on his knuckles and a layer of darker skin at the tiger's mouth. Ju Yuan's martial arts attainments naturally meant that he had been using weapons all year round. As a result, such a person cannot be a **** wielder after all.

Hearing the other party's question, Ji Yuan looked at them and smiled.

"I know a little bit about it. Do you want to buy words or ask for divination?"

This accountant Yuan deliberately blinded his eyes, so the pair of blue eyes were not revealed even under such a stare, but the unwavering look in his eyes remained unchanged.

The leading man frowned and looked at Ji Yuan.

"Sir, have you and I met somewhere before? Why is he so kind-faced?"

‘Lannink, of course we have met. ’

With this thought in his mind, Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes as if thinking, and then shook his head.

“I can’t remember, maybe I’ve actually seen each other before. Do you want to buy the book or ask for help?”

Ji Yuan asked again.

"Okay, I don't care. You write two nice words for me. If you want to write a long scroll with big characters, I will come and write it for you."

Ji Yuan nodded, pulled a piece of paper from the side, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and then said something when he was ready.

"Please speak."

"Just write, Ren Qi is a knight, a dragon among men."

Ji Yuan wrote eight majestic characters in one go. The signature on the edge was Mr. Yuan, not the commonly used Mr. Ji.

"Not bad, sir, this word is well written. How much does it cost?"

Ji Yuan thought for a while and said.

"Nine taels of silver."

When the people nearby heard this, they immediately became angry.

"Nine taels? You might as well go and grab it! Do you really think you are the work of a famous artist?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and explained.

"You can't say that. The works of famous artists may not be as valuable as my calligraphy. If you bought my calligraphy, I will give you a few words, maybe you can escape a big disaster!"

The man who asked for calligraphy before also sneered. He was a little-known person, and his calligraphy was really good, but nine taels would be a big deal. Asking a famous person from Chunhui Mansion to write would only cost a dozen taels. As for the so-called catastrophe, , which is even more nonsense.

"Let's go."

The man put away the scroll and left immediately after saying this.

"Hey, guys, this is fine rice paper. You can only buy a foot of it with a hundred cents."

Ji Yuan stood up and shouted. Among the three people in front, only one of them looked back at Ji Yuan with a fierce look. He took out two pieces of broken silver from his wallet and threw it on the table. Then he and his companions He left without looking back.

"Yes, I'll pay you back..."

Ji Yuan sighed and sat back down.

The man running the stall next to him who had spoken to him before said "tsk tsk".

"Sir, how dare you ask for such a hefty price for such a vicious person? Nine taels of silver is enough for our family to live for a year or two. Even the two pieces of silver on the table are estimated to be worth two hundred cents. , you can make enough money just by writing a few words.”

Ji Yuan was a little bit dumbfounded. This kind of sarcastic talk was obviously the kind of layman's talk that only saw other people taking money, but did not see other people's costs.

"Brother, this is a three-layer sandalwood paper made of Jinzhou softwood and made through dozens of processes. It is only sold in Jingcheng Xiangmoxuan. The cost of this foot is no less than a hundred yuan. This The price was still the same more than ten years ago. What he took away was three feet long and framed. Even if I didn’t count the money, I still lost money.”

This is because Ji Yuan came from the Chu Mansion in the capital, and together with the friendship of staying overnight, he left a decree as repayment.

The man next to me was startled.

"A piece of paper is so expensive? Oh, sir, you are at a loss."

"No!"

Ji Yuan said angrily, and then began to tidy up the things on the table.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

The stall owner on the side said puzzledly.

"Mr. left after just one transaction?"

"If I don't keep it, what kind of loss will I have if I get a few more orders?"

The man next to him couldn't help but gloat a little. He snickered and tidied up the things on his stall. Just as he was about to say something more, he looked up and found that Ji Yuan had disappeared.

Not only are the people gone, but the table and stools are also gone.

The man stood up and looked back and forth on the street, but saw no one. Not only did he not see the shadow of Ji Yuan, but the three people who left before actually came back in a hurry. Looking at the menacing look, they were showing off. The stall man quickly sat down and pretended not to notice anything.

The three men returned to the position where they had just planned the fate table case. They looked around but saw no one.

"Master Lan, the calligrapher is gone!"

"Strange, he was here just now."

The leading man frowned and glanced around, looking at the farmer setting up a stall selling dry goods.

"Hey, where are the people next to you? When did they leave and where did they go?"

"No, I didn't pay attention to the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan.com. I just wanted to chat with this gentleman, but as soon as I was distracted, he disappeared. Yes, but it's a little weird!"

The farmer told the truth.

The three people looked around, and the person in the middle unfolded the scroll and looked at it again. The original words on it had clearly changed.

Ren Qi is a knight, just think about it, you are worthy of being a dragon among men.

The word is still a good word, but with eight more words, the meaning is unacceptable. No wonder the three of them ran back very angry.

The farmer is illiterate, but he can also see that there are obviously too many words. He should have made a profit, but judging from his angry look, he probably didn't write anything good.

The visitor searched around but couldn't find the real owner, and finally left angrily.

After the farmer setting up the stall came back to his senses, he actually felt that there was something magical about it.

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