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Broken Gold Market is a street where people make a living by gambling on and cutting stones, and gamblers from all over the city gather here.

In the middle of the street was a shop called Chengbaofang, which was frequented mostly by powerful and influential people in the imperial court. To enter and gamble on stones, one needed to show three hundred taels of silver.

Wei Huaihao led Renbao inside.

As far as the eye can see, there are only stones.

Renbao looked around curiously.

"Little Celestial Master!" The Duke of Zhenguo's eyes lit up with surprise when he saw Renbao, but then when he saw Wei Huaihao, the joy on his face faded, and he snorted coldly, "Grand Tutor Wei, you're feeling better?"

The two did not get along well. Wei Huaihao once mocked the Duke of Zhenguo in court, saying he was simple-minded and all brawn and no brain.

As a military general, the Duke of Zhenguo couldn't out-argue him, so he could only call him a sickly weakling.

Wei Huaihao said calmly, "Thanks to Renbao, not only did he recover, but he can also teach every day."

The Duke of Zhenguo frowned: "Didn't you stop teaching at the Imperial Academy?"

A hint of smugness flashed in Wei Huaihao's eyes: "Let me introduce you, Renbao is my current student."

"It's me! It's me!" Renbao raised his chubby little hand and responded enthusiastically.

Such a cushy job as teaching Renbao actually fell into the hands of this old scoundrel! The Duke of Zhenguo was so jealous he was practically grinding his teeth to dust.

The Duke of Zhenguo swallowed his jealousy, smiled broadly at Renbao, and said softly, "Little Celestial Master, if you see a stone you like later, feel free to bid on it. Uncle Wen will buy it!"

"Okay!" Renbao pointed to the food on both sides, "Uncle Wen, can you give me some yummy food?"

The Duke of Zhenguo, as if injected with adrenaline, puffed out his chest and declared, "Of course! Little Celestial Master, you'll be waiting!"

As he passed by Wei Huaihao, he gave him a provocative look.

See? Renbao is calling for me.

Pshaw, how childish!

The next moment, Wei Huaihao said to Renbao, "Renbao, just tell Grandpa Wei what you want. Grandpa Wei has money, you don't need his."

Everyone around was stunned.

A Confucian master and a pillar of the state were vying for the affections of a three-year-old child.

Who is this baby?

Wei Huaihao led Renbao to his seat.

The Duke of Zhenguo brought back a full load of food, which covered the entire table, mostly meat.

He already had some understanding of Renbao's appetite.

Renbao's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Uncle Wen! I'm starting to eat!"

"Your Su family is so poor you can't even afford to eat, so you're begging for alms here." Prime Minister Zhao stopped as he passed by her, looking down at Renbao.

He hates this three-year-old toddler!

She had previously pierced his knee with a peach wood sword, causing him to lie in bed for more than ten days, and he still experiences some pain when walking.

"Lord Zhao, did you not brush your teeth before you left today?" The Duke of Zhenguo's eyes changed suddenly. He clenched his fists, turned around and stared at him. The veteran general, who had been through many battles, exuded a strong sense of authority.

Wei Huaihao also stood up, his expression cold and sharp: "Lord Zhao, you hold a high position, yet you previously committed the despicable act of switching the fate of the eldest daughter of the Su family."

The bullying of a three-year-old child is truly an eye-opener for this old man.

The ancient Chinese text *Xiang Shu* says: "A rat has skin, but a person has no manners." This saying is perfectly exemplified in you.

Prime Minister Zhao's face flushed red, and he was speechless for a moment after being confronted by the two men.

"What rat?" Renbao tugged at the sleeve of the Duke of Zhenguo and asked quietly.

The Duke of Zhenguo laughed and said, "Even if you call him a rat, you still have some shame. As a human being, he has no shame at all."

Renbao stuffed a bite of meat into her mouth, eating with relish. She touched the silver rat on her body and said, "Rat, you have skin, but he has no shame."

The silver mouse squeaked, "Little Yama, let's ignore him!"

It bared its teeth at Prime Minister Zhao.

Everyone: "!"

Perhaps they were seeing things; they saw disdain and anger in a rat.

Prime Minister Zhao, his face ashen, flicked his sleeves and strode forward.

"Please take a look at the first stone today."

The jade craftsman lifted the black cloth, revealing a smooth, lustrous black stone that drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.

Wei Huaihao lowered his head and asked Renbao, "Renbao, do you like it?"

"Uncle Wen will buy it for you." The Duke of Zhenguo had his own seat, but he deliberately didn't sit down, instead pulling up a stool to sit right next to Renbao.

Wei Huaihao glanced at him and snorted.

Not to be outdone, the Duke of Zhenguo hummed even louder.

Anyone can do that!

Renbao finished a plate of braised pork and smiled with satisfaction. She loved it here, where she could eat for free!

She glanced at the stone on the platform and shook her head: "No good, it's a piece of junk, it's full of dust."

"Then let's listen to Renbao," Wei Huaihao said.

Prime Minister Zhao chuckled and looked towards their table: "Grand Tutor Wei is getting old, could he be senile? He can actually believe the words of a three-year-old."

Wei Huaihao raised an eyebrow: "I believe you, so what can you do about it?"

"Suit yourself." Prime Minister Zhao withdrew his gaze, glanced at the guard, who understood and immediately offered a price.

The jade craftsman smiled and said, "Lord Zhao has set a price of one hundred taels. Anyone want to match the offer?"

No one dared to compete with Prime Minister Zhao.

Jade craftsmen cut stones.

The crowd gathered around.

The first cut revealed a pure, vibrant green color.

"Top-grade green! If the bottom part is also this green, this stone would be worth a thousand taels of silver."

The onlookers gasped in surprise, their eyes filled with envy as they looked at Prime Minister Zhao.

"Lord Zhao has a good eye."

"As expected of Lord Zhao, he chose a fine stone right from the start!"

Prime Minister Zhao's face lit up with joy as he looked at Renbao: "Little boy, didn't you say this was almost worthless rock? Don't just eat it, come and take a look."

Renbao took a bite of mung bean cake, his cheeks puffed out. Hearing this, he got up and ran to the stone with his short legs.

Wei Huaihao hurriedly followed.

Prime Minister Zhao squatted down to be at eye level with Renbao, a half-smirk playing on his lips. He tried to intimidate her with his superior air, his tone sarcastic: "Why aren't you saying anything? Scared?"

The one in the world least susceptible to pressure is Little Yama.

"Are you having epilepsy? Why is your mouth twitching? I'll give you a few acupuncture needles and you'll be fine. I'll charge you fifty taels of silver." Renbao was attracted by his mouth and stared at it without blinking, spraying mung bean cake crumbs all over his face.

Su Renbao!

Prime Minister Zhao's forehead and the corners of his mouth twitched even more violently as he stood up.

Suddenly, he was jolted awake and took a few steps back.

Renbao exclaimed, "Grandpa Wei, he looks so weak!"

Wei Huaihao suppressed a laugh: "Stay away from him, lest you get scammed."

Prime Minister Zhao was furious. He looked coldly at the jade craftsman and said, "Continue!"

The jade craftsman endured his murderous gaze, his scalp tingling as he continued to cut the stone.

Everyone craned their necks to look out.

As the knife slid down, the stone was completely split open. Except for the top, the bottom was all waste stone, and the whole piece was probably only worth ten taels of silver.

You must have misread it.

Prime Minister Zhao's face stiffened.

The jade craftsman quickly moved on to another stone, but everyone shook their heads.

This stone looks ordinary, with a pitted and uneven surface, not much different from the stepping stones on the roadside.

The jade craftsman smiled and said, "Gentlemen, this stone is priced at ten taels."

Everyone shook their heads.

"Ten taels? I don't even want to pay one tael of silver."

"I guarantee it, it's garbage, absolutely garbage!"

Renbao stood on tiptoe to take a look, his voice excited: "Grandpa Wei, I want this one!"