I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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

Kunpeng said: "Yes."

"why?"

"It's rare for them to see such a real effort. People who are reluctant to show it a little bit, of course, the poor people can't give it."

Li Xue smiled and said, "If we can really receive the money, so many people, one of them, one for one, we can also earn hundreds of wen."

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

Kunpeng said: "When you think about it, it's too late. If Guo Jing has collected the money this time, the next time something like this happens, I have determined that he won't receive any money."

The two women couldn't refute either, so they nodded vaguely.

Kunpeng naturally knew that they didn't believe it, and there was no need to care about the truth or falsehood of such a thing, so he stopped talking and watched Guo Jing collect the money.

Those who watched Guo Jing's "performing" light gong, saw him carrying a bowl to collect money, and they suddenly realized that they were originally doing art for money. While laughing and praising, many people took out iron coins and put them in the bowl. .

Guo Jing thanked him with a smile, and along the way, even those who returned to the stalls did not let go. They did not refuse, and gave them more or less.

Huang Rong saw this scene from the side and laughed blankly. She said to her heart, when this silly junior became so smart, he didn't miss any opportunity to make money. He obviously didn't perform light work to make money.

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

In the Southern Song Dynasty at this time, although the Golden State could not be defeated in military terms, the economy and culture had developed to an unprecedented height. While evading the disaster of war, the people made brilliant achievements.

There are no fewer teahouses than restaurants everywhere. Literati and guests love to go there. They are also frequented by storytellers and singers. The local idlers are also arty or simply go to the theater to pass the time. In short, profitable businesses always have many merchants to follow.

Huang Rong quickly came to the second floor of this teahouse. Next to an elegant seat, there was a middle-aged man who was less than fifty years old. He had a knife mark on his forehead and a green mark on his face. He looked like a retired guard or The official clerk is very different from ordinary villagers.

There were not many people in the teahouse, and there were even very few guests in the lounge. Huang Rong turned around at the door, and when he didn't know how to approach him, he shouted to Huang Rong, "Little brother!"

She was overjoyed and walked over happily: "What's the order of the guest officer?"

The man stretched his hand into his arms, took out a silk cloth bag, and opened it. There were a lot of soft gold and silver in it, and a few pieces of guizi. He looked for it, took out a pinch of copper coins, and handed it to Huang Rong: "Go and give these to the younger generation."

He puffed out the window, and Guo Jing was walking to the opposite side of the teahouse. There were a lot of iron coins in the bowl, and a few copper plates were scattered.

Huang Rong took a look out of the window and cried, "Brother wait!"

The person was dissatisfied: "Let you send it, what are you talking about here?"

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

The windows of the teahouse are not too big, the size of a shoulder.

Huang Rong, Mu Nianci, and Li Xueshuang temporarily wore men's coats and wrapped their heads because they were performing arts. So she naturally looked towards the window, but the tea guest didn't care much.

Seeing his hand leaving her arms, she was about to drive him, and hurriedly said, "The little one will go downstairs."

However, he deliberately knocked over the tea bowl in front of him. The tea overflowed. He quickly wiped the water with his sleeves and apologized again and again. Seeing that he was about to stand up, he quickly reached out and took out the silk bag from him.

The tea guest said angrily: "You little brother speaks like a woman in a soft voice, but you are so rude and beat a rash guy. Go and change a bowl of tea."

"The guest officer will be here soon."

Huang Rong got out of the elegant seat, and the teahouse Xiao Er was walking hurriedly: "Guest, what's going on inside?"

"The tea from the guest officer by the window has been poured, clamoring for you to change a bowl."

"If you are younger, change it to him. The guest officer, please walk slowly and be careful of the stairs." ,,..

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