Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"really?"

"really!"

Feng Xuanming hugged Xia Nuo into his arms with a grateful look, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

"Go, go right out of the palace, go straight to the ghost market, and when it gets dark, go to a place called Yifangzhai, show this piece of spiritism to the boss of Yifangzhai, and the boss will take you Go to Baiyue Pavilion!

You must remember that during the day, it’s okay, as long as you don’t make trouble in the ghost market, but at night, you must wear a mask. Wear the mask all the time. Don’t take it off. Don’t let people see you. face! "

Xia Nuo explained patiently. Although her heart was full of reluctance, even if it was such a short time of separation, she felt very difficult.

"Okay! I'm going now!" Feng Xuanming nodded without saying more, and after kissing Xia Nuo on the cheek, he turned and left.

...

According to Xia Nuo's explanation, Feng Xuan Che turned around and came to the ghost market as soon as he left the palace. However, it was still daytime, and many upper shops in the ghost market had closed signs.

There were some ordinary people walking scattered on the street. They were all dressed in coarse linen, with calluses from working in the farm on their hands. There was no sign that Feng Xuan Che felt relieved.

Feng Xuanche wandered aimlessly around the ghost market a few times, remembering Xia Nuo's reminder that he must wear a mask at night! So Feng Xuanming came to a small paving, and deliberately selected a look on the paving, and looked at a grimace mask with green faces and fangs.

"How much is this boss?"

Feng Xuanming saw that the owner of the shop was lying on a recliner with a bamboo fan on his face, basking in the sun lazily, and didn't want to disturb him. But he raised his head and glanced around, only to see that there were no other shops selling masks, so he had to disturb.

"boss?"

Seeing that the boss hadn't responded, Feng Xuanming went on to ask. But Feng Xuanming raised her voice and asked patiently several times, but the boss just ignored him.

Feng Xuanming's temper was inherently bad, and the boss's so negligent attitude made him furious, and his tone became bad.

Because of the thought of not causing trouble, I resisted the urge to hit someone.

Just as Feng Xuanming was holding the mask with blue faces and fangs, and walked around the shop to get to the boss, the owner of the noodle shop not far away couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly ran to Feng Xuanming's side and reminded him in a low voice: "This Son, I think this is the first time you have come to this ghost market, right?"

"Exactly, I don't know what advice this boss has!"

Feng Xuanming heard the voice of the people behind him, turned around and glanced at the thin and small middle-aged man in front of him. Seeing that the man's hands were still stained with flour, he couldn't help but smile, and approached the man elegantly. A gift.

"Hey, son, I can't use it, I can't use it, look at your dress, you must be born from a wealthy family. How can I, a flat-headed common man, be able to withstand such a big gift from you! It is even more daunting to advise."

The noodle shop owner hurriedly helped Feng Xuanming and shook his head shyly.

"My son, you don't know anything. When shopping in this ghost market, whether it is day or night, as long as you are interested in anything, just take it. As for the silver tael you need to pay, you can just give it to you!" The boss reminded kindly.

"Estimated? What about the seller's loss?"

Listening to this shop owner's statement, Feng Xuanming couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips. Wouldn't it be a loss for money?

"Hahaha, although it is estimated to give, but it must be too outrageous, otherwise the seller will still say. If the boss is in a good mood that day, he will take as much as you can give, but If the boss is in a bad mood, it's still easy to writhe."

The noodle shop owner smiled honestly, then left there and returned to his noodle shop not far away, sticking his head and continuing to knead the dough.

Feng Xuanche immediately understood, and nodded silently. After taking a look at the boss lying on the recliner, he took a twelve of silver from his sleeve and put it on the shelf, then turned and left with the mask.

Seeing that there were few people around, Feng Xuan Che couldn't figure out the way here, so he had to walk in the direction of the noodle shop owner and sat down at the noodle shop owner's booth.

"Boss, here's a bowl of your best noodles!" Feng Xuan Che also took out some silver from his sleeve and put it on the table.

"Okay, son, please wait a moment, I'll cook noodles for you!"

The boss took the towel and wiped it at the table where Feng Xuanming was sitting, and then happily put the money on the table into his pocket.

He bent his body and walked to the cutting board again, picked up the dough and got busy for a while, and within a short while, a bowl of steaming beef smashed noodles was brought to Feng Xuanming.

Feng Xuanming smiled and took the ground from the boss, picked up the chopsticks in the bamboo tube on the table, and tasted it. The fragrance of the face and meat instantly wrapped Feng Xuanming tightly, and his stomach was warm.

"It's delicious! Boss, the craftsmanship is pretty good. This is the best bowl of all the noodles I have ever eaten! Even the noodles made in those big restaurants can't compare to the bowl of beef smashed noodles you made! "

Feng Xuanming praised it without pretense, and was full of aftertaste and enjoyment. The noodle shop owner on the side was a little embarrassed, but the boss was indeed very useful. Under Feng Xuanming's praise, he couldn't help but flutter.

"Hey, this young man knows the goods! None of the buyers who come to me to eat noodles do not praise the good quality of my noodles! And those who come are repeat customers, one after another!"

The boss saw that Feng Xuanming was so humble and seemed to be a very talkative lord, so he simply sat down in front of Feng Xuanming and said with pride.

"The boss is so good at craftsmanship, so your shop must have been open for many years, right?" Feng Xuanming squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the smug look of the shop owner, and then asked.

"That's natural. My noodle shop has been here for 23 years. I have taken over my father's noodle shop since I was seventeen."

"That's right. I just arrived here and I don't understand anything. I want to ask the boss. Is there anything you need to pay attention to here, or is it a secret thing?" Feng Xuanming saw this and immediately looked at it with joy. The noodle shop owner asked respectfully.

"Hahaha, I saw that you are so good-faced, and you are a good person in your speech and demeanor! Then I will be the son of you.

The noodle shop owner laughed and placed the towel in his hand on the table, looking like he was ready to talk.

"Please!"

An invisible taunt crossed Feng Xuanming's eyes, smiling and raising his hand to make a request.

"This ghost market is like a pool of stagnant water in the daytime, and there is no anger at all. But when it comes to night, it can be very lively, all kinds of rare treasures, all kinds of rare antiques will be taken by people. Sold in the market.

Moreover, the water here is so deep that even the person above can't control it. Most of the things handled in this ghost market are not visible!

Many treasures were either stolen by digging graves, or were stolen from dignitaries, or even stolen from the palace and sold!

The reason why you have to wear a mask at night is because the buyers and sellers here are not ordinary! Money and goods cannot be returned once they are out of hand.

Here, there are only things you can't think of, and nothing you can't buy. Even if it is human life, you can buy it at the starting price! "

"Life?"