The dignified old man with a long beard in brocade clothes walked out of the ward.

Turning a blind eye to the greetings from the family members in the house, he lowered his head and hurried on in a dull manner. When he went out, he took the gold and left in a carriage. The wheels rolled over the bluestone streets and made a swaying sound. His face was full of sadness and he sighed.

The old servant who drove the carriage asked.

"Master, where are we going?"

"In Ankangfang, West City, three hundred steps south of Fuqing Tower, I'm looking for a woman selling umbrellas at a street stall on the river bank..."

"Here."

The old horse drove through the morning market in the early morning. The continuous rains day and night washed away the dirty smell in the city. There were many people in the morning market, and the carriages and horses moved slowly. After half a night of sleep, there was still no sleepiness and no feeling of hunger in the stomach. The only son in the family was seriously ill and might be ready at any time.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and his heart was so sad that he couldn't breathe. Otherwise, why would he go out in person because of a mere dream.

In addition to looking for those ethereal expensive paper umbrellas, I also came out for some air.

The heavy rain stopped but the drizzle still continued. The mattress in the car was damp and uncomfortable to sit on. The old man moved from time to time and became even more depressed. He opened the car curtain and exhaled turbid air, and suddenly felt the coolness of the rain.

"The moon is full of laurel, alas..."

The carriage swayed and creaked forward, passing through the bustling morning market stalls and heading straight to the Western Market.

Even after the heavy rain has dispersed, the clouds remain, and the water in the potholes remains turbid. The wooden wheels running over break the calm of the puddles.

There was no fire lit by the river.

Even if it rains lightly, he can't continue to set up a stall to sell roasted sweet potatoes. Bai Yujun plans to stay for a few days to analyze and organize the information, and simply continue to set up a stall to sell umbrellas.

As for the monkeys…

Lying under the willow tree and soundly asleep.

There is no roasted sweet potato and no walnuts, peanuts and sesame filling are added to the dough.

Monkey Sheng suddenly realized that life had become meaningless and boring.

The stall displays nine oil-paper umbrellas that look like exquisite works of art, in white, red, and blue, and even have paintings of landscapes and clouds. Ordinary people cannot see through the mystery, and ordinary monks cannot understand it. The magic contained in them is mysterious and mysterious.

Monkeys use willow trees to take shelter from the rain and are not afraid of being struck by lightning. In fact, very few people are struck to death by lightning while taking shelter under a tree.

On the contrary, many people were struck by lightning in open areas.

Today I changed into a long coarse cloth dress, dressed like an ordinary girl, with coarse cloth strips tying her hair. She held a white paper umbrella in one hand to protect herself from the rain and a book in the other for reading. Of course, the umbrella in her hand was a real weapon.

The drizzle and slanting wind soaked the time.

Noisy pedestrians, running for their livelihood.

On a rainy day, stay in a small corner of the world and do your own thing. An umbrella is enough. Listen to the crackle of willow branches falling to the ground in the rain. Sometimes I read a book and sometimes I am in a daze. My eyes are blank and I don’t know what I am thinking.

The monkey scratched his back and turned over, curled up and fell asleep.

Bai Yujun looked up with a feeling in his heart.

A wealthy businessman's carriage stopped in front of the stall, and the old coachman helped an older man get out of the car. Bai Bai raised his eyebrows without raising his head, silently making calculations in his heart, always feeling that there was an unexpected gain.

There were several other umbrella sellers on the street, but the old man found that there were only nine umbrellas in this stall.

and……

It only takes one glance to recognize something extraordinary.

Thinking back to the dream that Duzi mentioned, it was somewhat true, but I don't know if it was a trap caused by evil spirits or if it was really something magical.

"This girl, I came here specially to buy an umbrella. I don't know..."

The old man was about to speak but stopped.

He really couldn't confirm whether the girl who bought the umbrella was really related to the dream. He could first ask about the price of the umbrella. If the price was ten taels of gold, it must be right. At this time, he did bring ten taels of gold. For his only son, money was not enough.

Just a foreign object.

Bai Yujun closed the book and glanced at it.

The old man suggested it and gave Bai Yujun a starting point for calculations. He watched the fortune teller and watched the past and future. He was just a mortal and saw that he had no pressure in his past and present lives. From this look, he really saw something, which was more than an unexpected gain.

The freckled face looks at the old man with white hair.

"Buy an umbrella?"

"Exactly. May I ask about the price of the umbrella..."

"I used to sell it for ten taels of gold, but this vendor upholds the principle of fair trade and no bullying. If you want to get more, you have to pay more, so the price has increased."

He gestured upward with the hand holding the book and shrugged.

"This... twenty taels of gold?"

Bai Yujun's little hand holding the book raised his index finger and shook it at the old man, looking calm and relaxed.

"No, no, no, here and there, gold is good, but I don't lack it. If you can come up with something I'm interested in, it won't be a problem to sell the umbrella. Of course, if the value is high, I can buy one and get one free, how about~

"

"..."

Staring at the nine umbrellas in front of him, the old man looked grave. He was sure that this woman must be related to the dream, but he could not tell whether it was a supernatural being or a deliberate poisoning. If it was the latter, it would be the same as kidnapping and extortion.

He knew that there were demons and ghosts in the world, but as a mortal, he did not dare to provoke them easily.

When Bai Bai looked at the other person's eyes and couldn't guess what he meant, he immediately stood up in anger.

"Hey~ you think I'm a robber, right? The umbrellas are no longer for sale! I love you so and so! Get away from my stall quickly to avoid delaying business! You think the protection fee of ten copper coins for half a month is in vain, right?"

The old man and the coachman almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and they even paid protection money to the gangster?

At the same time, perhaps sensing the dissatisfaction of the real dragon, a cloud of thunder exploded in the sky!

Rumble...

"Girl, please calm down. I am so eager to save my son that I am thinking wildly. I really don't know what you are interested in. Please make it clear, girl~"

Hearing this, Moubai sat back on the bamboo stool again.

Open your mouth lazily.

"There are times in life that must come, but there are times in life that don't force you to force them."

After saying that, I stopped talking. That's it. If the deal can be done, it will be done. At worst, it will take some time to find it slowly.

The eyes of the old man in Jinfu were stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and he looked a little hesitant, as if he was weighing the importance of his only son's life and that thing, with a tangled look on his face.

Say goodbye to the umbrella seller.

"Please allow me to think about it carefully and say... farewell."

The girl reading a book waved her books but didn't bother to say hello. The boy turned over under the willow tree and chirped. The nine umbrellas were still neatly arranged and difficult to sell.

It was rainy and dull, and the carriage slowly walked back.

"Master, is that thing really more important than young master's life? The girl is right, there is no time in life, so don't force it."

"Having grandchildren is enough. Leaving that thing behind may change the future of the family. Compared with the rise and fall of a family's bloodline, one life is insignificant. As for the umbrella seller..."

The old man in Jinfu hesitated.

I had a vague feeling before that it wouldn't do anything secretly, but now I'm a little unsure.

The old coachman looked hesitant. He always felt that his master had changed. He was not so ruthless and cold-blooded in the past. Over the past few decades, as he got older, he had become more concerned with human life.

The carriage creaked and creaked on its way back. The old horse knew the way and quickly returned to the mansion with a sway.

After removing the cage and shaft, the old coachman gritted his teeth and went to the backyard...

Not long after, the female family members who were crying in the scholar's ward hurriedly got into the carriage with the box in their hands. The carriage came out of the gate and drove quickly in the rain. Not long after the carriage left, another luxurious and noble carriage stopped in front of the gate.

The visitor was not a noble person but a member of the staff. All the men in the palace lined up on both sides of the door to greet him.

The man with a beard got out of the car.

The arrogant-looking old man in the royal robes greeted each other. The carriage had the mark of the royal palace. Even though he was accompanied by the royal palace staff, he still had more status than the wealthy business owner. After entering the living room, he screened everyone away and the royal palace staff spoke his mind.
Chapter completed!