Arriving at the door of Youjian Inn, Shen Xiaojia pressed his hands on the thick door panel and pushed hard.

With a creak, the door suddenly opened, throwing up misty flying sand.

The wind was blowing in the sand, Mo Chunfeng spread out the back of his white robe with his hands, and stared at the scene in the inn. He said lightly, "That's it. I like the atmosphere here very much, and the decoration is also full of retro elegance.

Suits my taste."

"Is this a good atmosphere?" Shen Xiaojia took a closer look, twitched the corners of his eyes a few times, and said with a crooked mouth, "You call this retro elegance?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yunqiao glanced curiously into the store and said with a strange expression, "Your taste is quite unique."

There was silence in the inn lobby.

Because there was not even a crow in the place, there was only a skinny waiter lying on the counter and dozing off.

In the center were four tables with bumpy panels and more than a dozen stools with uneven legs.

All kinds of messy objects were hung on the four walls, including shovels for digging holes, wooden sticks for rolling noodles, long strings of chili corns, raincoats and hats to protect from the rain, and a large black pot with holes.

"What do you know," Mo Chunfeng slowly walked into the store, closed his eyes, and said calmly with a peaceful expression on his face, "the silence here is better than the sound, and there is a simple and unpretentious atmosphere of life...these objects on the wall

, has existed since ancient times, and reveals endless great wisdom!”

"Uh... whatever you think is fine, I'll only stay for one night." Shen Xiaojia walked up to the counter, lightly knocked on the counter panel, cleared his throat and said, "Brother! Excuse me... are there any more in the store?

A spare wing?"

The waiter suddenly woke up, as if he had been dreaming some sweet dream just now, but now he was interrupted by Shen Xiaojia. Everything was in vain. He glanced at Shen Xiaojia with an unhappy look and uttered one word coldly, "Yes!"

"I wonder how many rooms are left?" Shen Xiaojia looked back at Mo Chunfeng and Chu Yunqiao, and whispered, "There are three of us here, so we probably need three rooms. Of course, two is the most appropriate..."

The waiter glanced at Chu Yunqiao who was standing behind Shen Xiaojia, sneered, looked at Shen Xiaojia with a straight face, and said loudly and deliberately, "So, do you want two rooms or three rooms?"

Shen Xiaojia suddenly felt a pinching pain in his lower back, took a breath of cold air, and hurriedly moved Chu Yunqiao's slender hand from his lower back, stared at the waiter with resentful eyes, and squeezed out two words through his teeth, "Three rooms!"

"

The waiter said lightly "Oh", lazily opened a book and made a few strokes on it, and said with a calm expression, "Would you like to have a room in three rooms?"

"Going to bed?" Shen Xiaojia suddenly pressed the waiter's book and asked softly, "Wait a minute, I want to ask first, how much does it cost to go to bed for one night?"

"Eight taels of silver covers two hours, twenty taels of silver covers the night..."

"Good guy! How come you still have two hours to stay?"

"Like you..." The waiter looked Shen Xiaojia up and down and said with drooped eyelids, "Two hours is a bit too long."

Shen Xiaojia's face suddenly stiffened, he clenched his fists, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful I will sue you for spreading rumors and slander..." He coughed slightly and frowned, "One room is only twenty taels. It's too expensive. Is there any bargain?

What did you order? We are only staying for one night, just to have a rest, it doesn’t need to be too luxurious, and with the decoration in your store, even if you pay for a room, it’s not worth twenty taels, so it’s not cost-effective.”

"If you can't afford it, don't talk so much nonsense. How dare you talk about the poor decoration in our store? You are really a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. The style of our store is the most popular low-key luxury style in Baimaguan... It's cheaper.

Yes, but there are no tables and chairs in the room, and there is no bathtub aromatherapy, just a bed.”

"As long as you have a bed! The purpose of staying in a hotel is to sleep, and those things are not necessary... May I ask how much the price of this room is?"

"Ten taels of silver a night."

"What if I don't need a bed? Can it be less?"

"How can there be a wing room without a bed? The kind you are talking about is a woodshed, right?"

"The woodshed is great! It's down-to-earth! May I ask how much does your woodshed cost per night?"

The waiter sneered and said sarcastically, "This is the first time I've encountered someone making such a special request. If you don't have money, you can sleep in the city gate cave. It's cooler there... What are you talking about here!"

"Eh! What kind of attitude do you have!" Shen Xiaojia said with a frown, "After all, you are in the service industry. Customers are your food, clothing, and parents. Is this how you talk to your father and me? I still have to do it today.

Living in your woodshed, it doesn't matter how much money you have, that's what we fight for! If you don't entertain me, I'll go find your boss and talk to him properly!"

"Okay, okay, okay, firewood shed, right? I'll satisfy you! But don't blame me for not reminding you, our store's firewood shed is adjacent to the hut and cowshed, it's very smelly..."

"It doesn't matter. I used to have a sloppy roommate. His smell was stronger than that of a hut... Let's be direct, how much does it cost!"

"Then...two taels of silver per night, what do you think?"

"Okay! I just like the number two!"

"The other two rooms..."

"One upper room and one medium room."

The waiter quickly made a few strokes in the book, picked up an abacus, and pretended to move it, "Twenty taels for a high-grade room, ten taels for a medium-sized room..."

Shen Xiaojia pursed his lips and said, "Stop making calculations. A five-year-old child can calculate it on his fingers. A total of thirty-two taels... I want three rooms, can you give me a discount?"

The waiter looked at Shen Xiaojia sideways and said, "What discount?"

"It's just a few percent less than the total price. For example, a 50% discount means the remaining 50%..." Shen Xiaojia pursed her lips and said, "I think a 20% discount is appropriate, and the fraction can be rounded up."

"Twenty-five taels? That's not impossible..."

"No, no, no! You made a mistake. After discounting 20%, the remaining 20% ​​is 20%. Two-three is six, two-two is four, so it's just a fraction." Shen Xiaojia stretched out his right hand, made a six sign, and smiled shyly.

He said, "It's six taels of silver!"

The waiter's face suddenly turned cold and he said coldly, "Are you trying to make fun of me?"

"Do you think I'm joking? To tell you the truth," Shen Xiaojia blinked and said, "I have an official position, and this trip is to go to Kyoto to make a name for myself. Now I am living in your store.

This is to give you a chance to become acquainted with me. If I fly to the sky in the future, your inn will also be famous all over the world. It is very kind of me not to let you give me a 9.5% discount."

"Oh? May I ask what your official position is?"

"It's true that a dignified eleventh grade yamen agent is also a coward!"

"Wow! What a high official position! I have never seen an eleventh-grade official, and I have never heard of an eleventh-grade official in Daqing..." The waiter rolled his eyes, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly.

He said, "You want to open a shop in Baimaguan even with six taels of silver? Get out! Our shop is small and cannot afford to entertain a high-ranking official like you!"

"If you have something to say, let's talk it over. Why are you falling out..."

Just when Shen Xiaojia was about to bargain again, Mo Chunfeng suddenly rushed to the counter and glanced at Shen Xiaojia impatiently, "It's so embarrassing..." and took out two ingots of fifty taels of silver.

He slapped it on the counter and said boldly, "Three first-class rooms, plus a luxurious dinner table!"

The waiter quickly grabbed the two white coins and said with bright eyes, "Dele! The superior rooms are all on the second floor. You can stay in whichever one you like!"

"Bring me some hot water, I want to take a bath, by the way! Remember to add rose petals to the water..." Mo Chunfeng lifted the front of his shirt and walked past Shen Xiaojia with his nostrils pointed upward, and came to the stairs to pick up the steps.

On the other hand, he said with a proud look on his face, "When you go out, the most important thing is your demeanor! And... you two should stop making love in front of me from now on, it's annoying to look at!"

Shen Xiaojia was stunned for a moment. Although he pretended to be unhappy on his face, he secretly rejoiced that he had saved a sum of money for himself. He pulled up the blushing Chu Yunqiao and followed Mo Chunfeng.

On the second floor, he said with a smile, "Let me tell you first, it's not me who takes advantage of you, you take the initiative to pay. I'm not stingy either. It costs a lot of money to go to Kyoto all the way. Every copper should be used wisely.

...You are so incapable of living! You only get one hundred taels in one sale! Gee, are you rich?"

"No...it's not my money anyway, so I don't feel bad."

"Whose is that?"

"your."

"Mo Chunfeng! Taking it without asking is a thief. You are wrong! There are more than one hundred taels of silver, and there are several missing banknotes. I asked you where did you get the money to buy roasted lamb legs a few days ago?

All these are my hard-earned money... Where is my knife? I will chop you three hands to death today for your unethical thieves!"

Bang bang bang! A muffled sound of punches and kicks and several screams of Shen Xiaojia came from the second floor.

The waiter stood up, craned his neck to take a look at the wing chosen by Shen Xiaojia and the others, silently wrote down the number of the wing, happily put a silver coin into his arms, put the other coin into the drawer under the counter, and swept it left and right.

He took a quick look and walked out of the inn in a few steps. He saw a soldier wearing armor and a sword already waiting aside. He immediately walked over and whispered a few words in his ear.

After hearing this, the sword soldier patted the waiter on the shoulder, and then ran all the way to the city gate. He stood in front of the gun-wielding sword soldier, knelt down on one knee and reported, "General! It's just as you expected.

, they have already stayed at an inn and asked for three upper rooms."

"Young people just like to hunt for novelties..." Soldier Scar took off his helmet and scratched his hay-like hair and said, "I will give them a dish of dog meat later. The sheep's head is already hanging off, so the dog meat has to be sold."

The soldier with the saber made a sonorous promise, glanced at the queue, which had not seen anyone enter the city since Shen Xiaojia left, and said doubtfully, "General, these people..."

Soldier Scar swung his spear, put it across his shoulders, let out a long yawn, and said expressionlessly, "Cut them all!"

The saber soldier said in surprise, "Ah? Is there something wrong with their paperwork?"

"I haven't looked at it, and there is no need to check again..." Soldier Scar glanced over the faces of everyone in the queue with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Ordinary people who are afraid of death have already run away, and what's left here is

There are only two kinds of people. Either they have evil intentions and must go to the city to complete something, or they are superstitious about the great god Zhu Rong and wish to kill more officials in the city... These two kinds of people are not my people in Daqing.

Why don’t you kill it and keep it for the New Year!”

The swordsman suddenly understood and said with admiration, "The general is wise!"

"Do you still need to tell me that I'm wise..." Soldier Scar spat on the ground, pointing to the charred body not far away, "Pull this guy back, maybe it will be useful later... Also, search the whole city.

Those people who took advantage of the chaos to rush into the city were all tied up by me, no one should be left behind!"

"Yes!" The saber-soldier promised in a loud voice. He suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice and said, "General, there is one more thing. The eminent monk has returned to the city..."

"You're back? Then I have to go for a while!" The Scar Soldier touched the scar on his face, then turned around and walked towards the city. He lazily turned his back to the Saber Soldier and pointed at the people lining up to enter the city.

"Hurry up and close the city gate. It's almost dark..."

The swordsman once again simply agreed, stood up slowly, pulled out the steel sword with a sudden movement, walked towards the queue with an indifferent expression, gave a sinister smile to a man in civilian clothes standing at the front, and suddenly raised the sword to slash at him diagonally.
Chapter completed!