Shop of All Worlds: The First Customer Princess Jinyang

Chapter 12 My chicken's handwriting is better than yours
Huang Rong saw Ye Jiangnan busy again and shouted:
"Hey!"

Ye Jiangnan looked over in confusion.

"You can call me the store manager, or call me by my name, Ye Jiangnan."

Huang Rong curled her lips speechlessly and said:

"You said that martial arts skills can also be traded, right?"

Ye Jiangnan nodded.

"Yes."

"Are there any requirements for the quality of the martial arts?"

"grade?"

Ye Jiangnan said doubtfully.

It can be said that he knows nothing about martial arts.

He himself doesn't know whether it is of good quality or not.

However, there should be no store requirements.

If the grade is low, the exchange coins will be less.

If the quality is high, you can exchange more coins.

Huang Rong said:
"Yup!"

"If a profiteer like you is of low rank, I will definitely look down upon you."

"If I take something of lower grade, won't you despise it?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiangnan said:

"I have no requirements for the quality of martial arts techniques."

"As long as it's a martial arts technique, it's fine."

"However, for those with low-level martial arts skills, there won't be many things that can be exchanged."

"If the martial arts technique is of high quality, then you will be able to exchange for a lot of things."

Huang Rong nodded slightly.

She naturally understood this principle.

Just like a pawn shop, if you take a treasure there, you will definitely get a lot of money.

After thinking for a moment, Huang Rong said:

"I don't have any martial arts skills with me. Do you have paper, ink, pen, and inkstone?"

"I'll write it down, and then you can see how much it's worth."

Ye Jiangnan said:

"I don't have any ink or brushes here, but I have other pens. See if you can use them."

He only has a ballpoint pen and a notebook, no brushes or anything like that.

"What pen?"

Huang Rong asked.

"Wait for me, I'll get it for you."

Ye Jiangnan put the barbecue aside and went to the store to get a ballpoint pen and a notebook.

Soon, Ye Jiangnan took out the ballpoint pen and notebook.

"Here, this is a ballpoint pen, and this is a notebook for writing."

"You can write your martial arts skills on it."

Huang Rong took the ballpoint pen handed to her by Ye Jiangnan and looked at the ballpoint pen and notebook curiously.

"Why is there no hair on your pen?"

“How do I write this?”

Ye Jiangnan pressed the top of the ballpoint pen and the tip popped out.

"Well, that's all."

"Also, this brush is held differently than you normally would."

As Ye Jiangnan spoke, he demonstrated to Huang Rong how to hold a pen.

"You hold the pen in three directions with your thumb, index finger, and middle finger, like I do."

"Pinch the pen with your thumb and index finger, and support the pen with your middle finger underneath."

Huang Rong said doubtfully:
"You hold the pen in a weird way."

Ye Jiangnan smiled and said:
"Don't think it's strange, but it's easier to write than writing with a brush."

"I have a lot of strange things here. You can learn a lot if you buy more."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Ye Jiangnan and secretly cursed him as a "swindler" in her heart.

As if you are afraid that the products cannot be sold, this can also be used to promote them.

"Let's talk later. Give me the pen and I will write down the martial arts techniques."

Ye Jiangnan handed the pen to Huang Rong again.

Huang Rong pushed Ye Jiangnan aside, put the notebook on the table and opened it.

"What kind of paper is this? It's so smooth and flat!"

Huang Rong stroked the notebook and said in surprise.

"Smooth? Not bad! Do you want to buy one?" Ye Jiangnan asked.

Huang Rong quickly shook her head.

Such smooth and flat paper must not be cheap.

How could I possibly afford it?
After taking a deep breath, Huang Rong began to write martial arts techniques on paper.

It was Huang Rong’s first time using a ballpoint pen and she was not used to it, so her handwriting was crooked.

Ye Jiangnan glanced at him and said sarcastically:
"Xiao Huang Rong, you need to practice your handwriting!"

“My chicken can write better than you!”

Huang Rong didn't hear Ye Jiangnan's sarcasm, and said in surprise:

"Can your chickens write?!"

"Nope!"

"So you said your chicken writes better than me?"

"It's because my chicken can't write that I say my chicken writes better than you."

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment before she realized that Ye Jiangnan was mocking her.

"Oh! You are making fun of my ugly handwriting, right?"

"Did you just react?"

"Please, I've never used your pen before, so I'm just not used to it. Once I get used to it, I'll show you how beautiful my handwriting is!"

Huang Rong said angrily.

If it were written with a brush, Huang Rong would definitely be able to write well.

Huang Yaoshi is proficient in everything including playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As her daughter, Huang Rong's handwriting was not much worse.

She really didn't write so ugly because she was not used to using a ballpoint pen.

Ye Jiangnan ignored Huang Rong's stubborn attitude and continued to busy himself with his barbecue.

.........

Datang.

Ganlu Temple.

Changsun Wuji and the other two guessed for a long time, but they still couldn't guess what was on the plate.

However, it was the Red Star Erguotou that Changsun Wuji and the other two guessed it.

It can't be said to be a guess. Changsun Wuji and the other two saw a word similar to "wine" on the bottle.

Therefore, the three of them recognized that it was wine.

As for "salt", the three of them couldn't smell it.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that the three smartest people in our Great Tang Dynasty could recognize what this is!"

Li Shimin did not blame them for not recognizing him, but instead said with a smile.

"I am ignorant, so please enlighten me, Your Majesty."

Chang Sun Wuji said.

Li Shimin stroked his beard and said:
"It's not your fault."

"I couldn't recognize what this thing was at first, and it was only after that girl Sizi told me that I knew."

Upon hearing this, Changsun Wuji frowned.

"Sizi? Your Majesty, are you talking about Princess Jinyang?"

Li Shimin nodded.

"Yes, it was Sizi who told me that this was 'salt', and then I knew about it."

Chang Sun Wuji said:
"So this is salt... This is salt?"

Fang Xuanling widened his eyes and exclaimed:
"Your Majesty, you say this is salt?"

Du Ruhui's body began to tremble, and he said tremblingly:
"Your Majesty... This is salt... This snow-white thing is actually salt?!"

Li Shimin said affirmatively:

"Yes, this is indeed salt."

"I have had someone taste it, and it is indeed salt, and it has no bitterness at all."

“When put together with the food, the food tastes much better.”

Changsun Wuji and the other two were shocked when they received Li Shimin's affirmation.

It’s not that they haven’t seen “salt” before, but they have never seen “salt” so white and flawless.

Most of the salt on the market now is yellowish and has a bitter taste.

The salt bought by these important officials in the court was relatively less bitter.

The salt bought by ordinary people is much more bitter.

And the cheaper the salt, the more bitter it tastes.

"Your Majesty, where does your salt come from? How much does it cost?"

"I, Changsun Wuji, am willing to buy hundreds of buckets!"

"No, Chito!"

(End of this chapter)