HongHuang I am The Demon Kunpeng

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Mu Nianci shook his head: "Is this Guo Jing really stupid, or is he too honest, will people pay him money?"

Kun Peng said: "Yes."

"why?"

"They rarely see such a real effort, and people who are not willing to give it will show it a little bit. Of course, the poor people can't give it."

Li Xueshuang smiled and said: "To really receive the money, there are so many people, one of the two, one for each article, we can also earn hundreds of articles."

Mu Nianci also said: "It seems that earning money also requires brain, innovation and gimmicks."

Kun Peng said: "When you think about it, it's already too late. If Guo Jing has received the money this time, and the next time such things happen, this seat determines that he will not receive any money."

The two women could not refute, they nodded vaguely.

Kun Peng naturally knows that they do not believe, and such a thing does not need to worry about the true or false, so he no longer speaks, watching Guo Jing collect money.

Those who watched Guo Jing's "performance" lightly saw that he was holding the bowl to collect the money, and then they suddenly realized that they were originally selling business for money. While laughing and praising, many people also found out the iron coins and put them in the bowl. .

Guo Jing thanked with a smile, and walked all the way, even those who returned to the shop stalls, did not let go, and they did not refuse, more or less.

Huang Rong saw this scene on the side and laughed dumbly. He said, when did this stupid brother become so smart that he didn't let go of any opportunity to make money, he clearly did not perform light performances for making money.

Guo Jing was walking outside a tea house at this time. Huang Rong saw a figure flashing on the second floor window of the tea house and suddenly felt that it was the person he was looking for.

At this time, although the Southern Song Dynasty couldn't beat the Golden Power militarily, its economic and cultural development reached an unprecedented height. The people created brilliant achievements while avoiding the scourge of war.

There are not fewer teahouses than restaurants around the world. Scholars love to go there. Storytellers often patronize. Local idlers are also more vassal or simply go to the theater to pass the time. In short, there are always many businessmen who follow the business of profit.

Huang Rong quickly came to the second floor of this tea house. Next to an elegant seat, it was indeed a middle-aged man under the age of fifty with a knife mark on his forehead and a blue face on his face. It looked like a retired servant or The official clerk is very different from ordinary villagers.

There were not many people in the teahouse, and there were very few guests in the Yazuo. Huang Rong turned around at the door. Just knowing how to approach him, he called Huang Rong: "Little Brother!"

She was overjoyed and walked over with joy: "What did the guest officer instruct?"

The man reached into his arms, pulled out a silk bag, and opened it. There was a lot of gold and silver in it, and a few pieces of meeting. He looked for it, took out a handful of copper coins, and handed it to Huang Rong: "Go and give these to the descendants."

He poked out his mouth towards the window. Guo Jingzheng walked to the opposite side of the teahouse. He collected a lot of iron coins in the bowl and scattered a few copper plates.

Huang Rong looked out of the window and yelled, "Brother is waiting!"

The man was dissatisfied: "Let you send it, what are you yelling at here?"

He didn't know that Huang Rong deliberately attracted Guo Jing's attention and distracted the middle-aged tea guest. He just put the silk bag in his arms.

The windows of the teahouse are not large, one shoulder wide.

Huang Rong, Mu Nianci, and Li Xueshuang temporarily wore men's outerwear and wrapped their heads because they were performing arts, and they were dressed as men, so she naturally went to the window to probe, and the tea guest didn't care much.

She saw his hand leave her arms, and was about to catch him, and said quickly: "If you are young, go downstairs."

However, he deliberately knocked over the tea bowl in front of him, the tea overflowed, he quickly wiped the water with his sleeve, and repeatedly apologized. Seeing that he was about to stand up, he quickly reached out and took out the silk bag on his body.

The tea guest said angrily: "Your younger brother speaks softly and carefully like a woman, but she behaves rudely and violently. She quickly went for a bowl of tea."

"Guest officer will wait a moment and come immediately."

Huang Rong was out of the seat, and Xiao Er of the teahouse was walking quickly: "Guest, what's inside?"

"The official tea by the window was poured, shouting for you to change the bowl."

"Small, you can change it for him, passenger, you walk slowly, be careful of stairs."

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