After coming out of the jewelry store, the two continued shopping.
Lin Xu planned to go to the cloth shop, firstly to pull some pieces of cloth for Ruolan and the others, and secondly to see the quality of the cloth in Hangzhou.
To a certain extent, the quality of Hangzhou's cloth, especially silk, should represent the highest level in the country.
As he was walking, a young man on the street suddenly attracted his attention.
The young man was standing on the roadside, holding a machete with a piece of grass stuck in it.
"Knife seller..."
Lin Xu secretly thought.
According to Daning custom, the grass stuck on the knife is called a grass mark, which is a mark of items for sale.
If it were inserted into one's body, it would be a sign of being sold into slavery.
Lin Xu took a closer look and saw that this young man was about the same age as him, about twenty years old, with a thin build, a cold face, sharp eyes, and a cold murderous look between his eyebrows!
You can tell from his face and temperament that this is definitely not an ordinary person!
Moreover, the scimitar he held in his hand was also quite extraordinary, because the handle was actually inlaid with rubies.
In addition, judging from the shape of the knife, this is not the Yanling knife commonly used by Daning soldiers, but more like the saber used by the Huns or Tatars!
How could such a person be reduced to selling knives?
Is he a hero in distress?
Just as I was about to go over and strike up a conversation, a fat, drunken man came over with a staggering step, humming a dirty song.
"You...what do you do?"
The drunk man stopped next to Lin Xu, turned his head and glanced at the young man selling the knife, and shouted loudly.
"Selling knives."
The young man raised his eyelids and uttered two words coldly.
"Selling knives?"
The drunk man came over, looked at the scimitar carefully, and asked with a drunken mouth: "How much...how much?"
"One hundred taels of silver."
said the young man.
"How...how much?! Just this broken knife, one hundred taels of silver?!"
The drunk man immediately shouted loudly: "You brat, you are fooling the third master, right? You don't want to ask around, do you know who I am? Third master Ma!"
"If you want to buy, buy it; if you don't want to buy it, leave."
The young man frowned and said.
"Ouch! You have a bad temper! Go and find out how many people in the entire Hangzhou Prefecture dare to talk to me like this, Third Master?"
The drunkard shouted arrogantly!
The young man was too lazy to argue with him and stood up to leave, but the drunkard grabbed his arm.
"Why are you leaving? Third Master, I still want to buy your knife!"
"Okay, you want to buy a knife, right? Bring out the money. One hundred taels of silver, not a penny less!"
"Hey, isn't it just one hundred taels of silver? Third Master, if I just go to the hall and have a drink, that's more than that!"
The drunken man put his arm around the young man's shoulders, almost pressed his face against his, and said while smelling of alcohol: "But you have to let me know why this broken knife is worth a fortune..."
...One hundred taels of silver?"
"My knife cuts copper and iron, and it can't curl its mouth."
"Cut copper and iron without curling your mouth?"
The drunk man sneered and said: "Blow it! Why are there so many clouds today? You must have blown it up to the sky!"
The young man sneered twice, obviously disdainful of further explanation. This chapter has been completed!