"Ah …" Now that you mention it, Lao Huang suddenly remembered it and turned to look at Yang Muyu’s heart. He was surprised by Li San’s position. He naturally knew it, but when did he stop being a pirate and start being a servant?
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Chapter 22 Buy medicine (3)
Yang Muyu saw that Li San actually knew people, but it seemed that he couldn’t fight, and those thugs with knives and sticks also stepped back a few steps.
"I just want to buy some good things. If you have them at home, show them to me-it’s ok for me to change my shop for someone like that to join you as a layman." Yang Muyu smiled faintly. There are many kinds of ginseng sold in the market. Even if there are whole branches, they are mostly cut and mixed with other things and then sold.
Only the best whole ginseng will keep the exotic goods to live in.
Lao Huang looked at his frown. He looked at Li San and understood that he was asking about Li Sanyang’s identity.
But Li San just smiled and said nothing. Lao Huang thought for a moment and ordered a group of thugs to step down and told a page next to him, "Go and take out the whole ginseng that was sent to this childe a few days ago."
The page was also clever and quickly turned to the back hall to hold out a brocade box again.
Lao Huang looked at Yang Muyu and Yang Muyu slightly chin motioned for him to open the brocade box. Yang Muyu just looked at it and was disappointed. It turned out to be a snow ginseng.
"Son, what do you think of this one?" Lao Huang asked with a smile.
"We’ll just have a look. Although it’s a whole branch, it’s not good to get here. Please make a price!" Yang Muyu light way.
"Well …" Old Huang was about to speak when suddenly Yang Muyu’s eyes fell on a pack of herbs on the counter. Just now he didn’t care. Now he glanced at it and couldn’t help but wonder that this place actually had this thing. Can this be regarded as medicine?
"What is this?" Yang Muyu casually picked up one of the herbs in the bag next to him and put it on his nose to smell the smile and asked.
"Son, I don’t know about this … thing." Lao Huang laughed at this thing and came to sell it alone this morning. Because the price was so cheap, Lao Huang didn’t recognize it, but he still left it. Maybe the owner knows? And even if you lose money, it’s just a few taels of silver to do business. Sometimes you always have to take a little risk.
"sell or not?" Yang Muyu asked with a smile.
"This ….." Lao Huang is a little puzzled. After all, he doesn’t know this thing, so he doesn’t know the specific price on the market. He is afraid of losing money and selling expensive, and he is afraid of losing customers in vain.
Yang Muyu is ignored him going to open the bag of herbs and smell them in his hand.
Lao Huang finally couldn’t help but frown and asked, "can you ask me what this is?" Lao Huang is now a little convinced that it seems that the other party really didn’t come to smash a venue. Maybe a descendant of a pharmacist is really proficient in drugs. Otherwise, how can he see the adulteration of ginseng at a glance?
This time, it was Yang Muyu who was surprised. Which seller asked the buyer the goods in the store in turn?
"You don’t know what this thing is and put it in the store for sale?" Yang Muyu asks.
Old Huang immediately put a bitter face with a flattering smile: "I don’t know that this thing was sent by a down-and-out guest this morning. Although I didn’t recognize it, I thought maybe some distinguished guests knew it, so I took it down and put it on the counter. Didn’t you recognize it, son?"
"This ghost mushroom!" Yang Muyu smiled indifferently.
"Ghost mushroom?" Lao Huang is also in a fog, but he can’t have the cheek to ask people what ghost mushrooms are for, can he?
"sell or not?" Yang Muyu asked again that the ghost mushroom was born in a cold place with a little toxicity, but it was not severe. Only when it was mixed with some special drugs, it would be highly toxic. But the real characteristics of the ghost mushroom were not here. Naturally, he would not tell Lao Huang that it was a good product for concocting drugs.
Lao Huang thought for a moment and then carefully looked at Yang Muyu’s clothes, which was really good. He muttered in his heart that this man was probably a noble family. It is better to take the opportunity to curry favor with him and immediately nodded: "What is put on the counter is naturally the son for sale. If you buy that ginseng, you can just reward it with a few taels of silver."
Yang Muyu nodded and smiled and asked, "How much is that ginseng?" Ginseng is not important. You can buy it anywhere, but ghost mushrooms are different.
"If you sincerely want a small shop, you dare not ask for it. Just give me this number." Old Huang stretched out a hand.
Yang Muyu doesn’t understand these gestures, and the ghost servant naturally doesn’t understand them. But Li San used to come here to sell stolen goods when he followed Jack Sun. Naturally, he can’t help but frown and say, "Old Huang, you are too dark, aren’t you?" Last year, the goods they robbed also contained ginseng and other things. Lao Huang gave two thousand two hundred pieces of silver equivalent to a batch of goods. So it seems that either he wanted to kill Yang Muyu or they were stabbed severely at the beginning.
"Five hundred and twenty is really expensive." Yang Muyu nodded and smiled. "It’s just a snow ginseng. What do you think if the boss sincerely sells up to two hundred and twenty pieces of silver and up to two hundred and fifty pieces of ghost mushroom?"
Old Huang suddenly felt bitter. Yang Muyu called out the varieties of ginseng and he knew it-this person was not easy to fool: "You can’t kill like this if you bargain. How about adding that ghost mushroom of 320? You can add some more."
"Two hundred and eighty-two!" Yang Muyu bargained for three hundred and twenty again? He wants to be beautiful? This ginseng is worth 120 yuan at most. As for the ghost mushroom, he doesn’t know the use anyway. He can do whatever he wants.
"Yes!" Lao Huang gritted his teeth and said, "Please also ask the son to patronize the small shop business more in the future."
Yang Muyu nodded and told Lao Huang to wrap the ghost mushroom and snow ginseng and pretend to take money from the sleeve. God swept the starfish soul, took out three silver tickets of 1,200 and handed them over.
Old Huang quickly gave him twenty-two pieces of silver first, and then he took the paper to hold the bag of ghost mushrooms that had been thrown on the counter. Yang Muyu told the ghost servant to put away the broken silver. The ghost servant was a little surprised. How can he look at him as a black sheep who doesn’t know the sufferings of the people and actually knows how to bargain when buying something?
"Boss, can you sell this ghost mushroom?" Just as Lao Huang was wrapped in ghost mushrooms, a young man in a purple robe walked into the door with two followers.
Old Huang was busy with a smile: "This childe is embarrassed that this ghost mushroom has been bought by this little childe." While speaking, he had wrapped the ghost mushroom Yang Muyu and winked at Li San. Li San was busy walking over and carrying all the ghost mushrooms and the snow ginseng in his hand.
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Chapter 23 Oriental family (1)
Yang Muyu looked at the purple-robed young man, who was in his early twenties, with a share of arrogance between his brow. It was okay, not handsome, but not ugly. He was also the second sai-jo of a rich family. Thought of here, he couldn’t help but think of Li San’s words. This place is really a mixture of good and evil people. I thought no one recognized ghost mushrooms, but I didn’t expect this young man to recognize them at a glance.
Proud cock! Yang Muyu made such a definition in his mind and then wanted to leave with the ghost servant and Li San. Now that the money has been paid, he naturally doesn’t want to stay.
"Boss, do you still have ghost mushrooms at home?" Asked the arrogant young man.
"The ghost mushroom back to the childe shop was sent by a foreign guest, and it has all been bought by the childe. Otherwise, the childe will look at something else. My family has it …" Old Huang’s face was once again full of flattering smiles, devoting to it.
But before he finished, he was interrupted by the arrogant young man, who said coldly, "Who asked you anything else? Do you still have ghost mushrooms?"
"no!" Old Huang shook his head.
"Stop!" Arrogant young people no longer pay attention to Lao Huang and see Yang Muyu taking Li San and Ghost Servant out of the shop.
Yang Muyu pretended not to hear and walked away, but a tall, lanky man stood in front of him: "Did I tell you to be deaf?"
As soon as the ghost servant’s face changed, he suddenly snorted and stepped forward in front of Yang Muyu. "What did you just say?"
The tall, lanky man couldn’t help but stay for a while. The ghost servant had been hiding his breath just now, and he didn’t see his depth. Now he felt the surging spiritual power on him, and he knew in his heart that he was afraid that this man’s cultivation would be higher than his. But-he used to be arrogant and used to saying that he could not take back his cold way: "My son called you that’s your blessing."
"Thank you. I don’t need this blessing." Yang Muyu smiled indifferently. "I never thought it would be a blessing for a person to be barked by a dog." He is full of unhappiness, and people don’t like him, and he also doesn’t like people. How does a guy with eyes on his head hate calling him? Does he have to answer?
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