Judging from Cao Lin's identity, his performance can indeed be called kind, and even a little too kind. But considering the stability of his identity and ability, he cannot damage his authority no matter how he does it. It can only be said that this Zhongcheng is indeed a kind of polite and genius to a certain extent.

However, today is a bureaucratic system of entry into the workplace, and it is not really a matter of breaking through the third and fifth floors. In any case, Zhang Xing, who could not accept any "higherness and inferiority", would never be grateful for this.

Or more directly, after going out, getting the money, and getting on the road, this person is full of buying some horses.

A horse, especially a good horse, is of great value. But if you have a good horse, it is half a piece of home business... It is really half a piece of home business. What is the market price of a good horse?

Thirty pieces of silk, or sixty scoops of coins, and now I have put my bag in Zhang Xing's pocket, which is thirty-six taels of silver replaced at the latest market price, which is intended to facilitate portability and value preservation.

Zhang Xing came to Dongdu January and fetched a lot of wool from Feng Yong and Qingyu Gang. Together, it was only thirteen taels of silver and more than ten jin of spare money. That is, eating the unique work benefits of the Jinyi Cycling Tour to get a good horse of his own.

After all, not everyone is a top aristocrat like Bai Yousi who can be so generous.

From the island to the east and cross three yards, it is the famous eastern capital Beicheng... Beicheng is located in the middle of Luoyang County, and it is in harmony with the southern city of Henan County, and it is also different.

The southern market covers an active area, equivalent to four shops, with a total of four or five thousand merchants, which are daily operations and can be sold in everything you can think of. The Taipei City, which is only the size of a shop, mainly deals with luxury goods and bulk transactions, such as spices, colored silk, etc.

As for cattle and horses, they are actually high-end goods, but because of the particularity of the goods, they are generally kept in the breeding workshop in the northeast of Taipei City, and then a cattle and horse shop is set up in the northeast corner of the city, and come here to file taxes when you want to trade.

"Do you two officials want to buy horses?"

"Two officials come to my house, come to my house. My horse is from the northwest. The witches sent it across the desert. They are all tall and big horses!"

"Don't listen to him, the horses in the northwest are all good. The officials in Jing'antai still like our North Wilderness horses. They can get to know each other and make them durable, easy to support, and live long..."

As soon as they arrived at the Beishi Bull and Horse Tour, a group of half-grown men rushed forward, urging each other while attracting business, but none of them really came to Zhang Xing and Qin Bao. They seemed to be familiar with each other. They knew that this was a Jinyi patrolman from Jing'antai to buy horses, and they just wanted to earn a five-cent guide.

Zhang Xing turned around and looked at Qin Bao.

Qin Bao just spread his hands: "Don't worry, they all know the pros and cons, and the cattle and horse business behind them are all long-term business. No one will break the name of a horse and get involved in Jing'antai... Just as we said on the road, you can decide which category you like, and I will choose for Brother Zhang."

"Then let's follow what I said before... Beidima!" Zhang Xingqing knew that he was a layman and could only choose a model, so he simply gritted his teeth and made an explanation.

"I guessed you wanted a horse from your hometown." Qin Bao smiled. "Even if you forget it, you must be used to riding, just as if you use a crossbow and a big knife to make the ground."

Zhang Xing shook his head repeatedly... He is not his hometown, it is nothing more than that although his body is obviously able to ride a horse, riding a horse itself is a technical job after all, and it tests his mentality. Instead of pursuing excitement, it is better to come safely.

However, although he was determined to be a strong, durable and easy-to-fed Beidi horse, he did not go smoothly. Qin Bao was a good person, but according to this expert, any good horse on the surface had long been chosen by the owner of the Niuma and Horses to be appointed to the princes and nobles in the city. The remaining horses were not said to be unsuccessful, but it inevitably seemed that Qin Erlangbai accompanied his brothers.

In this way, he picked four or five families in a row, but he could never find a good horse in the north that could be compared with Qin Erlang's own yellow horse. He even watched a dark cloud covered snow and was led away by others, and he became more and more anxious. However, Zhang Xing was not easy to persuade and had to wink at the seller.

The shopkeeper of the Niuma Store is not the recruiting guys in Taipei City. He may not have been attracted to the single horse business, but it is not easy to offend the Jinyi patrolman. At this time, he saw the owner winking behind his back, but he was a little hesitant, and then bowed to Qin Erlang:

"This official... It's not too early. If the official really wants to find a vacant, then I boldly point to the place and the two. If there is no one there, come back tomorrow, or come back to choose a good-looking Beidi horse. I will give the two officials a set of saddles... it's okay."

Qin Bao was surprised for a moment: "There are any other places to travel?"

"That's not." The shopkeeper shook his head. "It's the ghost market. The ghost market opened during the day is in the wild alley in Shiyifang southwest of the North City. The place that Boss Jiang was watching was not afraid to point out if it was someone else, but the two are the uncles of Jing'antai, and you, the official, dare to take the risk... If you are willing to go, I ask my boy to lead the way for you. Although you are a brocade, you can do business honestly during the day. It doesn't matter."

Qin Bao hesitated for a moment and nodded immediately.

The shopkeeper immediately turned around and called himself his son.

"What is a ghost market?" Zhang Xing was interested at this time... He really didn't know. "Is it related to practice? They are all people in the martial arts world pretending to be gods, but they have the treasures of heaven and earth?"

"It's just a private market, where do people from the world come from?"

Qin Bao frowned slightly and whispered. "The national laws are strict... I live in Fangli and trade in street markets, but Fangwai Street and Dongdu cities must be closed as timely. It seems that the taxes are quite heavy. The fangli can avoid taxes and trade at any time, but the walls are surrounded by them, and it is destined not to have complete goods... Therefore, in the south city of Jinwu Guard, there are often people doing business in the drainage channel at night. Even so, for fear of being reported, they often wear masks or apply ashes on their faces. At night, everyone covers the drainage channel, and they are inevitably involved in using inferior products and forced buying and selling. They even fight and kill them at any time. It is appropriate to say that it is a ghost market... There are also people in this northern city, but they have gained knowledge."

Zhang Xing immediately realized that to put it nicely, this matter was that "the system could not keep up with the people's growing economic and living needs." To put it bluntly, it was called "harsh government is more powerful than ghosts."

In any case, it is considered a thing in your own cognitive category.

Unexpectedly, the son of the shopkeeper of Niu Maxing was only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was actually studying. He was shouted a few words and came out from behind his own horse shed. He was scolded by his father first and threatened to tear the book. He could only lower his head and smile, stuff the book into his arms, and then quickly walked to the two of them, then politely bowed and greeted: "Xiao Ke Yan Qing, I have seen two officials...Xiao Ke will take two of you here."

Zhang Xing's eyes were sharp. At first glance, he saw a simple version of "The White Emperor's Spring and Autumn" and couldn't help but feel good about it. He immediately gave him advice:

"At such a young age, don't always read these official historical books. If you have time to read some classic novels, that is to cultivate a literary temperament."

Yan Qing lowered his voice and replied awkwardly, "I'm not afraid of two jokes. I was a master of a ox and horse. I was a kid and horse expert. I only had four or five horses in my family. I could only raise my life for others. I couldn't avoid getting up early and getting up at night. I really missed the best opportunity to get started with my practice. Now my family is getting better. I don't look for a book. I don't want to read some classics and history in my spare time, and then see if I can take the imperial examination, pay some money and change to an official..."

Zhang Xing immediately realized.

Let me say that in this world, since Emperor Qing educated all the clans and laid out civilization, there have been texts passed down, which has been eight thousand years since then. Although the development of civilization in the early stage was extremely slow, and there were even tribes fighting until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, forcing the fierce characters, Black Emperor, Red Emperor, and White Emperor, to prove the supreme, but the base of the bad population is here, and there are gods who know how to do things, so cultural communication is still very important.

At present, there are classics written by several supreme emperors and the gods under their seats; when the dynasty changes, there are also examples of official historical books; later, the literary style accumulates, and there are inevitably Wenhua that occasionally emerges, and some good articles and good books... In the past few hundred years, the novel style represented by "The Biography of the Female Leader Li Yue" was formed, which was the temporary literary style.

At least in Zhang Xing's view, the literary level of this world has reached a certain level of feudal cultural level.

But how to say, there are gods and dragons, and the family and military aristocrats, and in addition, culture and education are difficult to prosper in the marginal and wild areas, it is inevitable that the "right path" of true qi practice will be... Therefore, although the late emperor first created the imperial examination system, it was not recognized by the society, and the other was not perfect. At present, it was basically a way to rely on noble people to read the papers and appreciate it. Otherwise, even if they could pass it, they could only become a grassroots official.

That is, people like Yan Qing, who are born in a humble and have no way, and who have no practice, are unwilling to be lonely, so they think about taking this path.

Of course, Zhang Xing knew it well. Brother, don’t laugh at the second brother. Don’t see that he and Qin Bao have reached the fifth regular lineage and everyone calls him an official, but at this moment, the Jinyi Xingtian Street was essentially attracted by the great noble Bai Yousi and praised him.

That's all.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xing felt a little awesome again, and then he instinctively reflected on himself, feeling that he was a little proud these days.

However, after thinking about it, the reason why I was proud was not because I was promoted or transferred to the position, and the treatment was better. It was that when I was struggling that day, I gritted my teeth and took the risk of helping the weak. I went up and got Bai Yousi's recognition and changed my current clothes. I got respect from those who were wise and honest, including Liu Fangzhu and Qin Bao. In the middle, I was also happy to be revenge, and after the couple planned their own grudges, I became a little arrogant and unrestrained.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xing felt a little calmer, but he became calm again - he did good deeds and did what he admired, so why can't he be calm?

All kinds of thoughts are just a change of thoughts.

Yan Qing, a master of the bull and horse who led the way, was a proper figure. He was both humble and arrogant along the way. He was both cunning in the market and had the two-point demeanor of a scholar. He really made people feel good about it, but he didn't know at all that he was studying and thinking about the imperial examination. This caused a clown patrolman behind him to have many rounds of mind along the way.

"The two officials are here."

Shortly after turning into Shiyifang in the southeast of the North City, Yan Qing suddenly stopped and pointed to an alley in front of him and spoke. "My family is a serious cattle and horse business, so it's not easy to go in front of Boss Jiang... The two officials were at their own expense. If they couldn't buy a suitable one, they could also go back to my house to speak."

Qin Bao nodded first.

But Zhang Xing suddenly bowed his hand solemnly, and said something as if he had changed his style by himself: "You are a hero, and a hero who is eager to learn, and you will definitely achieve success in the future."

Qin Bao was stunned.

Yan Qing was also shocked for a moment and waved his hand in a hurry: "But you can't afford to be a great gift from an official, and you can't afford to be a hero."

At this point, Yan Qing paused and said seriously: "I am not polite. When I read books, I say that people stand in the world like dragons hanging beside snakes. I can see at a glance. I am eighteen or nineteen years old. I have been reading books for several years and I am just a helper of a cattle and horse. I am not as brave as the two officials and have not been revealed in their literary talent. How can I be considered a hero?"

Zhang Xing waved his hand quickly and said with a serious expression: "It's not like this. You were not distinguished by others. Because no one looked at you before, but today, my brother and I looked at you seriously, and felt that you were good at learning and polite, just like a young dragon. It was not the same as the snake beside you... You don't have to be humble!"

Qin Bao was even more stunned when he heard this, but Yan Qing's eyes turned red and he almost cried. It was obvious that he was rarely recognized in his life and became excited.

"I am lucky to see Zhang Xing in the Jinyitai in Xiajing'an. Seeing that the other party was about to lose his composure, Zhang Xing quickly reported his name and solemnly bowed away.

"I am Qin Bao, Dengzhou." Qin Bao also bowed his hand in a daze, then turned around and panicked to chase people.

At the moment, only Yan Qing, who was a master of cattle and horse, wiped his tears while arching his hands, then covered his face and left.

Not to mention Yan Qing, I just said that Qin Bao caught up with Zhang Xing and entered the private market with the hesitation of some thugs. I couldn't help but ask first:

"Brother Zhang, you were just now, what are you..."

"How do you make people excited, just like the scene in ancient books?" Zhang Xing turned his head and asked back without expression. "How can you decide that he is a hero at once? And then you also want to learn?"

"Not bad." Qin Erlang gritted his teeth and admitted.

"If you say this perfunctorily, you can see a horse, I can see someone." Zhang Xing continued to say expressionlessly. "I could tell at a glance that that kid is not a thing in the pool... you can't learn it."

"What about to be honest?" Qin Bao couldn't wait.

"To be honest, if he doesn't become a hero in the future, will anyone remember this matter specifically? On the other hand, if he really becomes a hero, isn't it my fate with him?" Zhang Xing stopped, raised his eyebrows, and asked with his hands. "Besides, if you don't say anything about the future, you will take a step back ten thousand steps. Such a studious child ended up being despised by others in the market and reading a book. Even his father obviously didn't understand him, but he was still insisting. It can be seen that there is a saying in terms of character. So I will do the opposite and encourage him seriously. What's wrong? Is it more effort than the bucket of sour plum soup at noon?

Children who are eager to study should be encouraged!”

Qin Bao, who seemed to have learned something again, had nothing to say.

At this moment, Qin Bao was suddenly stunned, then immediately turned, his eyes staying in front of an alley in the distance. Zhang Xing followed his gaze and saw a white and brown horse riding his hooves and looking up at him.

Immediately, the two of them were overjoyed at the same time and walked over together.

When Zhang Xing reached out to hold the northern flower horse that he fell in love at first sight, Qin Bao reached out to grab a half-large foal behind the flower horse. The foal was thin, with yellow spots on white background and black spots mixed. It looked like a leopard pattern, and there was a sarcoma under the jaw, which looked ugly.

But without Qin Bao's words, Zhang Xing also realized in an instant that this ugly horse was the real god-horse, because just when Qin Bao pulled the horse, the horse's hair exploded directly before it touched it. Qin Bao was also shocked and shook his hand, but the horse did not roar at all. He just shook the hair on his body and stood up again.

Zhang Xing had already guessed what was going on. This ugly horse actually lured out Qin Bao's true energy of practicing Dingleigh.

"The private market is cheap, no bargaining..." At this moment, in the alley behind the two horses, a man wearing a hat suddenly spoke. "Two horses together, one hundred and forty guanwen."

The flower horse has a right teeth, fat and strong body. According to the rules, the standard market price is 60 jin, and the private market is cheap, which is likely to be 50 jin or even less.

In other words, the person who sells horses is not a fool. He knows that there is a saying about the other half-spotted ugly horse, so even though he is so ugly, he is still a half-baby, so the price is almost twice as much as the flower horse.

Qin Bao was depressed when he heard this. He had already bought a yellow horse for his war horse subsidy. Even though he realized the magic, how could he have money to buy another horse? It was obviously much more expensive than an ordinary healthy horse.

"My horse was forced to sell it." The Guest of the Toutai was a little impatient when he saw this. "It is probably a dragon species. I wanted to bet... But it ate meat and drank alcohol. If it doesn't give it, it would demolish the horse shed. It would be half-year-old and could not afford it. It didn't have the money or strength to wait for it to become an adult, betting that it was a real dragon species... If you don't buy it, I have to risk taking it to the streets to see if there are any high-ranking officials and nobles who know the goods."

"Be careful not to meet a great nobleman. First, there are medium-sized officials. The army will take a fancy to him and will not pay for money." Zhang Xing said in one sentence that the other party's embarrassing situation. "We are both paupers from other places, and we really don't have a 140-month silence... We don't have to worry about selling a flower horse. You just say how much does this spotted ugly horse cost?"

"Eighty-five silos!" The Guest Paused and replied in a muffled voice. "You can't bargain anymore."

"Eighty stakes, I use all the silver. Now the silver is in short supply, and I will give you 48 taels of silver. I will give you 49 taels of silver. A bunch of them, and hide wherever I want... How about it? This is all my silver, and there are a few copper coins left, so I have to leave some for myself to eat." Zhang Xing tried his best to persuade him while calculating the accounts.

The guest of the straw hat pressed the straw hat and looked at the brocade clothes and cuffs on the two of them, and said in a muffled voice: "You are not easy to meet, I won't go with you to withdraw money... Forty-nine taels, I have to take the cash here!"

"Erlang, please ride your horse quickly. Go to Niumaxing to borrow a horse. Go to my residence to bring the thirteen taels of silver placed in the bedside. I will wait for you here." Zhang Xing turned around and whispered. "Go and go quickly."

Qin Bao glanced at the horse with a little reluctance, nodded, and then turned around and left immediately.

After Qin Bao left, Zhang Xing stayed in the distance and pulled the horse without moving, only clamoring with the seller, but since the seller got the accurate letter, he didn't say a word... He had no choice but to wait.

Sure enough, Qin Erlang was reliable. He rushed back to Shiyifang with silver before Jingjie. Then, Zhang Xing did not drag on the mud and counted thirty-six plus thirteen in person, totaling forty-nine taels of silver, which was actually most of his wealth. He handed it over to the other party directly. Then he tested the silver by the local boss, collected one tael of water and was considered a successful transaction and led his horse out of the alley.
To be continued...