This prince is going to heaven

Chapter 691 Middle-aged Scribe
two months later.

this day.

The sky is clear, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

In front of the main street of Yanjing City, a group of people walked towards them. The leader was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, with a green shirt, a folding fan, a wooden hairpin on his head, and long hair casually placed behind him. There is a refined atmosphere between them.

Although he is over the middle of the year, but his handsome face coupled with his elegant and easy-going demeanor attracted the sideways glances of passing women, and even some women shyly covered him with painted fans just because they looked at him. He couldn't hold back his face, but he could vaguely see a blush on his cheeks.

Behind him and on the left is a young man, dressed in an expensive purple shirt, wearing a jade crown on his head, and jadeite on his waist. He has a handsome face. If you look closely, this young man's appearance is vaguely similar to the person in front.

The same extraordinary, the same elegance and easy-going.

Behind the middle-aged man on the right is a burly man with a rough face, which is not worth mentioning. However, although this man is looking forward, the fierce aura between his brows makes people dare not approach him at all.

The three of them wandered casually on the street for a long time, then the middle-aged scribe seemed to have seen something, lightly closed the folding fan in his hand, and walked quickly towards a shop.

The two people behind looked at each other and quickly followed in.

When the middle-aged scribe entered the shop, he went straight to a counter, picked up an object placed on it, and asked the shopkeeper, "Is this soap?"

The shopkeeper, who turned his back on him, wanted to be disdainful when he heard this, this soap has been sold for so long, you don't even know?Where did he come from, but before he had time to say anything, he turned his head and looked at the appearance and attire of the middle-aged scribe, and immediately swept away the contempt in his heart.

Just kidding, as the shopkeeper of a shop, I deal with a lot of big and small people on weekdays, and my vision is naturally very vicious. If nothing else, this middle-aged scribe's temperament is definitely not an ordinary person .

Presumably he didn't know this soap because the matter of washing clothes was quite far away from him, let alone doing it, he had never even seen it.
At first glance, he was from a wealthy family.

The shopkeeper hurriedly gave an apologetic laugh, and said, "Guest officer has good eyesight, this is exactly soap."

While they were talking, the young man and the burly man also followed in. The shopkeeper looked at their attire and their subconscious positions, and immediately affirmed his guess just now.

The middle-aged scribe picked up the soap and sniffed it lightly, then said: "It tastes good, how much is this thing worth?"

"Two denarii a piece."

"Is it really useful?"

Before the shopkeeper could speak, the burly man standing behind him answered his question: "Sir, this thing is really easy to use."

"Oh?"

The burly man circled the back of his head and said with a simple and honest face: "My brothers usually wash their own clothes. Once this thing comes out, it is also convenient for us. This thing is used for washing clothes, which not only saves time and effort. , and more importantly, the environment there is better, and the air is no longer as bad as it used to be.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young gentleman also said: "I have also seen servants using this thing, and it is really easy to use."

The middle-aged scribe nodded, and said: "You all said yes, so it must be true. It is a good thing, and the Fei family has done a good thing besides making money."

After saying this, he put down the soap in his hand, and then asked the shopkeeper, "Is there any perfume here?"

"There are some."

The shopkeeper quickly agreed, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from behind and handed it to the middle-aged scribe. The middle-aged scribe took it, took off the lid and sniffed it lightly, nodded and said, "The fragrance is really strong, but it's the scent of roses, right?" ?”

The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up and said: "The guest officer is really amazing, it is the fragrance of roses."

"Does it have the scent of osmanthus?"

"some."

The shopkeeper hurriedly took out another bottle and handed it to him. The middle-aged scribe took off the cap and smelled it a few times, nodded and said, "This smells good, shopkeeper, how much is this bottle of perfume worth?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly replied, "Five taels of silver."

"How much?" The middle-aged scribe was startled.

The shopkeeper stared at him blankly, thinking to himself, could it be that he was wrong?Isn't this guy from a wealthy family?
As soon as he thought of this, he lowered his head and saw the jade pendant hanging on the waist of the young man standing behind him, and then he put this thought behind him again.

Are you kidding me? With the value of that jade pendant, I can probably buy this shop. How could this person be an ordinary person.

"Returning to the guest officer, the price of this bottle of perfume is exactly five taels of silver, no one can deceive anyone."

A hint of hesitation appeared on the face of the middle-aged scribe at that time, and after a long time, he took out a piece of silver from his arms and placed it in front of the shopkeeper with a heartbroken face.

"I want this perfume."

With a smile on his face, the shopkeeper quickly took out a small scale, weighed the piece of silver, and then cut off a corner from it and returned it to the middle-aged scribe.

"Looking for you."

The middle-aged scribe nodded, took the broken silver, then covered the perfume and carefully put it in his arms.

The young son brother standing behind him suddenly laughed.

"You really have a heart. Knowing that my mother loves the scent of osmanthus, my mother will be very happy when I go back."

The middle-aged scribe turned his head and glared at him angrily, but the young son suddenly smiled bitterly and stopped talking.

But when the middle-aged scribe turned his head again, his eyes were suddenly attracted by an object placed on the counter in the distance.

He walked quickly to the counter, pointed to the object and said, "Shopkeeper, can you pass me the glazed tiger for a look?"

The shopkeeper looked hesitant, and after a while, he still took down the glazed tiger and placed it in front of the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe carefully took it into his hand, looked it up, down, left, and right for a long time, and then walked to the door, held it up high through the sun, and observed it carefully several times. The look of love on his face was hidden. Can't live.

After a while, I saw him holding the glazed tiger and asking: "How much is this thing worth?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, and said, "400 taels of silver!"

The middle-aged scribe was unsteady in his hand and almost threw the tiger to the ground.

"How many?"

"400 taels." The shopkeeper smiled wryly.

The middle-aged scribe didn't even think about it, put down the tiger, and left the shop quickly, he was afraid that if he walked slowly, he might not be able to restrain his love and change his mind.

As soon as he left, the burly man followed out without even thinking about it. The young man bowed his hands to the shopkeeper, gave him an apologetic smile, and then left.

Outside the shop, on the main street.

"Father likes the glazed tiger just now, right?"

The middle-aged scribe sighed, and said, "So what if you like it? That's 400 taels, I can't afford it."

The young master also sighed and said, "Yes, it's too expensive."

The father and son looked at each other with bitterness on their faces.

The burly man kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, and remained silent.

The middle-aged scholar waved the folding fan in his hand and said, "No more shopping, let's go."

"Where is father going?"

"It's rare to come out, go to Prince Jing's mansion, and see what tricks that kid has been playing at home during this time."

(End of this chapter)