Nanqin Chapter 4: The cunning Wei Lanqing
"Can you sharpen my knife?"
There was a pleasant voice from the sound transmission stone, which made Zhang Nanqin immediately refreshed, and he replies to the other party without thinking: "Yes."
After finished speaking, the sound transmission stone showed the other party’s mansion, and Zhang Nanqin had two smoke pots: "After so many days and time-consuming shopping outside, it is not easy to finally get the business at this time."
You need to know these days. He sharpens his kitchen knife outside every day. He doesn’t pick restaurants, but the vendors outside. It’s because there are so many people passing by and there are so many people. The knife he sharpens, he believes Attracted the heart of some people.
Although it is overkill in the hands of vendors, as long as someone comes to the door, it is definitely not as simple as grinding a chopper, and his livelihood with Qin Ruoan will be lost.
Zhang Nanqin walked out of the door, and the moment the door closed, Qin Ruoan's door was gently opened, watching the disappearing figure of Nanqin, and then closing the door.
Shenyuan Tower is not a loft, but a name for gregarious people. There are many lofts and courtyards here, and they are not owned by ordinary people. In other words, they can be all princes and nobles or business people.
According to the address of the sound transmission stone, Zhang Nanqin quickly found the small building in front of him, the standard octagonal three-story attic, and there is a huge yard outside the attic. There is a carriage parked in the yard. He always felt familiar with the carriage.
Zhang Nanqin stood at the door and knocked softly. The door was opened for a moment. When I saw the person in front of me, I remembered the scene in the street at noon, but when the other party saw Zhang Nanqin, he bowed slightly and seemed to have known the other party: "I have seen Zhang Son."
"Why are you?" Zhang Nanqin blurted out.
"Sudden Master Zhang?" The girl in front of her said and walked in by herself.
Zhang Nanqin saw the other party wearing a long gauze skirt, two Yu Linglong stepping on the warm sun stone in the attic.
This warm sun stone, although it has the word yang, is the favorite stone of many princes and nobles because it is warm in winter and cool in summer, and most of it is used to pave homesteads.
"Why? Is Zhang Gongzi still afraid that Wei Lanqing will fail to do anything?" Wei Lanqing said calmly, but Zhang Nanqin was a little bit down and lost his demeanor.
"Ms. Wei does not call me to come during the day, but at night, why are you not afraid of me as a man?" Zhang Nanqin stepped in after speaking, and the temperature of the warm sun stone condensed instantly, making him feel a little It is cool and comfortable. He looks around, the furnishings are simple, but every place is extremely particular.
"Today is different from the past. There was a difference between men and women in North County a hundred years ago. Men are women’s heaven, but since the war, women have gradually released their right to speak, without those stubborn old systems. Otherwise, Wei Lan Qing can't let a man enter here late at night."
Wei Lanqing finished speaking and walked to a table. There was an old sword on it. The scabbard was as black as ink, but the nicks on it showed its age, and there was another one beside it. The kitchen knife, to be precise, is a deboning knife, this knife Zhang Nanqin can be said to be very familiar, it is the one that he spent all morning grinding his mouth to sharpen his knife.
"Today I want to thank the son for his action. At that time, Lan Qing was in a hurry, so I relied on the son. Here, Lan Qing once again thanked the son for his righteous action." After Wei Lanqing finished speaking, he gently tilted his body again and picked it up. I looked at the deboning knife in my hand for a moment: "When I came back, I saw a group of people around the vendors blocking the road, so I asked the groom to inquire about it, and then I found out that someone sharpened the knife to deboning easily. Like tissue paper, I asked the groom to buy this boning knife."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the boning knife in his hand and put it down, then looked at Zhang Nanqin with a smile on his face.
Zhang Nanqin didn’t care: "Ms. Wei Wei also bought it with a lot of money."
"Not bad, but in my eyes it is worth it." Wei Lanqing put down the boning knife and looked at Zhang Nanqin seriously: "From the vendor to the last news, although different kitchen knives are in your hands Turning decay into magic, it makes me very curious."
Wei Lanqing finished speaking and took the pitch-black sword from the table: "I wonder if the son can restore this sword to its original state? Lan Qing will definitely reward him with a lot of money."
Zhang Nanqin stared at the sword after hearing it, and then looked at Wei Lanqing, he even shook his head because he saw that this sword was extraordinary. Like a scabbard like ink, it has been portrayed by the years. Although it has lost its former glory, it is made of Kuroda stone and meteorite. The person who can possess this sword in Yunzhou is bound to be extraordinary. The most important thing is that although the sword is out of its sheath, its murderous intent is very heavy, so weak that it can smell like the blood of the air, but Zhang Nanqin, who has a keen sense of taste, can smell it.
It can be said that if this sword is thrown out, it is no less than a **** storm, especially those who are good swords, martial arts monks, and sword idiots will follow one after another. Zhang Nanqin does not have the ability to deal with it, he does not want to Cause unnecessary troubles because of the livelihood.
"The son would rather spend half a day sharpening the knife for the vendors, and leaving the sound transmission method elsewhere, isn't the purpose to spread the son's reputation?" Wei Lanqing looked at Zhang Nanqin with some puzzlement.
"Ms. Wei joked, Nan Qin is just an ordinary person, she only knows more than ordinary people, she can only sharpen a kitchen knife, and Miss Wei holds a sharp weapon in her hand, Nan Qin can't do anything." Zhang Nanqin is very natural. Avoid it, kidding, he doesn't want to bet on this with his wealth and life.
Wei Lanqing listened to Zhang Nanqin and looked at Zhang Nanqin: "You don’t have to panic. Lan Qing guesses that you will be able to see the origin of this sword. Lan Qing promises that this sword is upright and honest, and as long as you don’t say it, there will never be anyone else. Know."
Zhang Nanqin immediately shook his head after hearing this. He resolutely refused: "Miss Wei, please forgive me, Nanqin is helpless, and she is harassing late at night, but also looks at Haihan." He turned around and left, wishing to leave here quickly.
It’s just that he heard Wei Lanqing’s voice before he stepped out the door: "Don’t you think the son is afraid that after going out, Lanqing reporter said he lost this sword?"
Zhang Nanqin stopped as soon as he heard that, turned his head to look at Wei Lanqing, but saw the latter continue to speak: "The son can say that it has nothing to do with the matter, and Lan Qing can also testify that it has nothing to do with the son, but this matter has been passed on. Go out, and how would those people judge? Have you ever thought about it?"
Wei Lanqing said with a faint smile, although his words were light, but this sentence was extremely vicious. Zhang Nanqin used his toes to think about it and understood that with the urinary nature of those people who listen to wind and rain, they will inevitably find themselves. Although he is not afraid, it is always troublesome.
Wei Lanqing who was involved in this matter made Zhang Nanqin feel like a fox, yelling in his heart. He took out the smoking pot from his back irritably, and then walked to the desk and sat down on the sandalwood chair. The candlelight was harp, and then he spit out the smoke, and Wei Lanqing, who stood by, was not disgusted, on the contrary, a hint of color flashed in his eyes.
"The son actually smokes a pot, which makes Lan Qing a little surprised." Wei Lanqing knew that this pot was not ordinary.
In the eyes of ordinary people, even some families who are not on the table always think that the smoking pot is used by ordinary people, and they are all old men. You must know that this smoking pot is very particular about it.
The legendary smoke pot was handed down from the battlefield. It was a ruthless man who was hunted down and died frequently. He occasionally used tobacco to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he used candlelight to smoke it, which can be refreshing. For the battlefield, it can be said Miracle. Then it was passed into the hands of some high-ranking officials and nobles and princes from the army, so these people thought that it was an extremely extravagant thing to smoke a cigarette pot. They banned the spread of tobacco among the people, so there was a ban on smuggling and trafficking~IndoMTL.com ~Although it is not open, but these people enjoy it alone.
At the same time, the military also imposed a ban on the sale of tobacco to the outside world. However, in addition to the payment of silver, each soldier will provide additional subsidies for tobacco, which is a necessity. And these people would regard tobacco as tighter than fate, so when they go home to visit relatives, this smoking pot will spread among the people, and the people who can smoke pot can understand the truth without even thinking about it. Someone is in the army. As for outsiders, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the reason, but instead believes that this is a lower class.
Zhang Nanqin smiled wryly when he heard what Wei Lanqing said. He looked at the girl in front of him. He thought it was weak and weak, but he didn't expect to be confused by her appearance and be so cunning.
"I shouldn't have stepped in here." Zhang Nanqin can say that he regrets it, leaving the sound transmission stone a bit clever.
Wei Lanqing heard Zhang Nanqin’s words, a smile appeared on his face immediately, walked up to Zhang Nanqin like a child, put the sword on the shelf, and at the same time took out a silver ticket from his arms, all golden, light This piece of gold paper is worth ten golds, which is equivalent to one hundred taels of silver.
"This is a silver ticket commonly used by Yunzhou Commercial Bank. It is made by the gods. It is 100 taels of gold. How about the remuneration for the change of the son?"
Wei Lanqing's words shocked Zhang Nanqin. He didn't expect Wei Lanqing to be so generous, but he knew the sword in front of him very clearly that the price was a bit low.
"Lan Qing knows that the pay is a bit too low" she was a little shy after she said: "There is so much that Lan Qing can take out. As long as the son is willing to help Lan Qing this time, Lan Qing must remember the kindness of the son." When she finished speaking, she turned sideways.
Zhang Nanqin smiled bitterly after hearing this, smoking a cigarette pot, and put the banknote away next to him. The next moment his complexion changed, he looked out of the attic, and his expression made Wei Lanqing stunned.