After leaving the jewelry store, the two continued shopping.
Lin Xu was going to go to the cloth shop to take a look. First, he pulled a few pieces of cloth for Ruolan and the others, and second, he wanted to see how the cloth in Hangzhou Prefecture is.
To a certain extent, the quality of cloth in Hangzhou Prefecture, especially silk, should represent the highest level in the country.
While walking, a young man on the street suddenly attracted his attention.
The young man stood by the roadside, holding a scimitar in his hand and a piece of grass was inserted on it.
"Knife seller..."
Lin Xu said intimately.
According to Daning's custom, this grass inserted on a knife is called a grass label, which is a mark of items for sale.
If it is inserted into yourself, it is a sign of selling yourself as a slave.
Lin Xu looked carefully. The young man was about the same age as him, only about twenty years old. He had a thin figure, a cold face, sharp eyes, and there seemed to be a cold murderous aura between his eyebrows!
You can see from your face and temperament that this is definitely not an ordinary person!
Moreover, the scimitar he was holding was quite extraordinary because rubies were inlaid on the hilt.
In addition, judging from the shape of the sword, this is not the goose-feathered sword commonly used by the Daning soldiers, but more like the saber used by the Huns or the Tatar tribe!
How could such a person fall to the point of selling knives?
Could it be a hero in trouble?
Just as I was about to go over and make a conversation, a fat man, drunk, was humming a dirty song and staggering over.
"What are you doing?"
The drunk man stopped beside Lin Xu, tilted his head and glanced at the young man selling his knife, and shouted loudly.
"Selling a knife."
The young man raised his eyelids and uttered two words coldly.
"Selling a knife?"
The drunk man leaned over, took a closer look at the machete, and asked in a drunken mouth: "How much...how much?"
"One hundred taels of silver."
The young man said.
"How much...?! Just this broken knife, one hundred taels of silver?"
The drunk man immediately shouted: "Boy, are you fooling Master San, right? You don't go and inquire. Do you know who I am? Master Ma San!"
"If you want to buy, buy, and if you don't buy, leave."
The young man frowned and said.
"Oh! You guy has a pretty tough temper! Go and inquire about it. How many people can you dare to talk to me like this in the entire Hangzhou Prefecture?"
The drunk man shouted arrogantly!
The young man was too lazy to get involved with him and got up and was about to leave, but the drunk man grabbed his arm.
"What are you leaving? Third Master, I want to buy your knife!"
"Okay, you want to buy a knife, right? Take out the money. One hundred taels of silver, no penny can be lost!"
"Hehe, it's just one hundred taels of silver. Third Master, I just go to the hall to drink some wine, and it's more than that little money!"
The drunk man reached out to put his arm around the young man's shoulder, almost pressed his face against his face, and said in a scent of alcohol, "But you have to let me know why this broken knife is worth a...
...one hundred taels of silver?"
"My knife cuts copper and iron, and I can't roll the mouth."
"Cut copper and iron, don't roll the mouth?"
The drunk man sneered: "Just brag, just brag! I said why are there so many clouds today? The feelings are because you have blown all the cows into the sky!"
The young man sneered twice, obviously disdaining to explain more. This chapter has been completed!