Although Liu Mingzhi did not know Deng Yangming, he already had a vague feeling in his heart at this moment. This Deng Yangming might have come with a purpose.
The first time we met by chance, I bought a book.
Of course, the second time could also be a chance encounter and I bought another book.
Liu Mingzhi could regard these two encounters as coincidences, but was this white hat also a coincidence?
Perhaps it could be accidental, or it could be that Deng Yangming was really worried that the cold weather would damage his customer, who could bring him huge benefits.
But is this chance too much of a coincidence? Liu Mingzhi lowered his head and looked at the hat in his hand, looking thoughtful from time to time.
After a long time, Mr. Liu carefully took the "Yi Qi Jing" into his arms. Although he didn't know how effective the contents were, with the "Yin Yang Harmony and Great Compassion" in front of him, Liu Mingzhi was naturally willing to believe that this sutra was a
This treasure.
One is three thousand taels, the other is five thousand taels, but there is a price difference of two thousand taels in between.
As for whether Deng Yangming would use a junk book to cover his income and regard himself as an easy target, Liu Mingzhi was not worried.
People like Deng Yangming should not do things that are not on the table.
Besides, I will not start practicing blindly. I will definitely find some knowledgeable and skilled people to verify the truth of the contents in the scriptures.
Even if it was a fake, Mr. Liu recognized it.
Regardless of whether the content is true or false, the color pictures on the pages alone are worth the price.
Mr. Liu has no idea how complicated the color painting process is today, but he has heard about it. This is not the era of the explosion of machines in later generations.
This thing is completely unique.
Liu Mingzhi is quite clear about the principle that rare things are valuable.
It can be summed up in just four words.
Have money and be willful.
Five thousand taels is not too little, but it is not too much either.
The old man probably earned back all the time he spent eating a meal, so there is nothing to feel bad about.
Young Master Liu is quite satisfied with the "Yi Qi Jing", but what about the gifts that come with this book?
Young Master Liu laughed softly a few times, showing an intriguing expression. He looked around and took out the fire stick from his arms and lit the hat in his hand. Then he threw it casually in the alley and raised the gift box towards
I walked slowly and leisurely on the main street.
It was as if the transaction taking place in the alley was just an illusion that nothing happened.
Young Master Liu randomly bought two more small gifts on the street, bundled them with the gift boxes and rushed toward the west of the city.
About half an hour later, Young Master Liu stopped in front of a small courtyard.
Mr. Liu raised his eyebrows and looked at the regular mansion in front of him, with a strange look on his face.
Who the hell dares to say that Lao Jiang, an old guy with no outside income, can afford such a luxurious mansion in the capital for an official who quit his job because of a failed party struggle?
Not to mention, at least he cooperated with Lao Jiang and gave him a starting number of twenty.
Mr. Liu, who looked strange, walked up the steps and gently clicked the door bolt.
Within a few breaths, an old but energetic voice came from behind the door: "Who is it?"
"Old man, could you please inform your master that an old friend is here to visit?"
After a pause, voices came from behind the door again.
"It turns out to be a young master. Please come back, young master. The master has closed the door to thank guests. It has been two months now. I have not received any visitors. Please forgive me. I will wait until my master is willing to see guests. I will trouble you to come back to the door again.
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Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
"My husband, please inform your master that Liu Mingzhi is coming to visit. He will definitely meet me. I'm sorry for bothering you!"
"Liu Ming... and..."
The door opened directly, and an old man in his sixties looked up and down at Young Master Liu: "I am blind, I didn't know that this distinguished guest was coming. Please forgive me for being rude. I bother you to warm yourself by the fire in the door. I will go right away."
Inform the master."
Liu Mingzhi stepped into the threshold with a slight smile, nodded with a slight smile.
"Thank you, old man!"
"I don't dare. Master, sit down for a moment."
Looking at the steward of the Jiang Mansion who was walking quickly towards the inner courtyard, Young Master Liu put down the gift box, sat on a stool to the side and stretched out his hand towards the stove.
Looking at the sweet potatoes roasting on the stove, Mr. Liu's eyes lit up. He picked up the tongs and pulled them. He smelled the rich and sweet flavor of the roasted sweet potatoes and his mouth watered.
It seems that the days after Lao Jiang became official were not as miserable as he thought!
Picking up the straw paper on the side, he pulled out a piece of sweet potato that was cooked just right. After letting it cool for a while, Mr. Liu peeled off the slightly dark skin and ate it hissingly.
When he was halfway through eating a sweet potato, Jiang Yuanming, the former Minister of Household Affairs, followed the old housekeeper and hurried toward the door of the house with a smart movement. He did not look like an elderly man at all.
When Lao Jiang saw the figure sitting in the doorway munching sweet potatoes, his expression suddenly became complicated, with a hint of surprise and a touch of sadness.
"King...side by side!"
Mr. Liu paused while eating the sweet potatoes, then looked up at Lao Jiang, who was standing not far away wearing a jacket and chuckled.
"Old Jiang, you are still alive and well after not seeing me for many years? It seems that I have saved another portion of money!"
When Lao Jiang heard Young Master Liu's teasing words, not only did he not get angry, but he smiled and walked towards Young Master Liu.
He knew that King Bingjian was still the same King Bingjian back then, and it had not changed because of his status as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue or as an official.
Obviously, the saying "when you leave, the tea will cool down" has not been realized by this old friend, Bingjian Wang.
In less than a few months since he became an official, Lao Jiang has completely understood what it means to be cool when one leaves, and what it means to be in the real world.
After three days in office, people asked me, and after three days in office, I asked for help!
Lao Jiang looked at the black spots on both sides of Young Master Liu's mouth, smiled and shook his head.
"I'm a lower official... the old man Jiang Yuanming is here to see the king Qian Sui, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
Liu Mingzhi's face was startled, and his expression gradually became calm. He sat down on the low stool and took a bite of sweet potato with his head down.
"Old Jiang, are you interesting?"
"The etiquette cannot be revoked!"
"Either sit down and have a good conversation, or I turn around and leave. From now on, we will go one way across the Sunshine Road and the single-plank bridge."
Lao Jiang was stunned for a moment, nodded and sat on the stool opposite Young Master Liu.
"I can't believe that the first person I saw when I took office in April and a half was you, the prince."
Mr. Liu patted them, picked up the straw paper again and pulled out two roasted sweet potatoes that were cooked to the right temperature. One was handed to Lao Jiang, and the other was taken in his own hand.
"Who told you, old boy, to be so arrogant? You even closed the door to greet guests without seeing anyone. If I hadn't told you Liu Mingzhi's name, I'm afraid you, old boy, would still be hibernating in your turtle shell like an old bastard.
Bar."
Old Jiang stared blankly at the roasted sweet potato in his hand for a while, then when he came to his senses, he peeled off the skin and ate it slowly like Mr. Liu.
"Your Majesty, you have wronged me. It's not that I am arrogant, but I am still helpless. I am harassed endlessly by those newly promoted scholars, so I can only thank you behind closed doors."
Mr. Liu looked at Lao Jiang, who was chewing sweet potatoes, with his head tilted slightly.
"Are you here to ask for help?"
"Yes, although Lao Chan has no choice but to become an official, there are still some disciples in the imperial court. Those newly promoted scholars naturally hope that Lao Chan can build a bridge. Unfortunately, they don't know that after Lao Chan becomes an official, those former disciples will be there one by one.
The tree fell and the hozen dispersed, and I was afraid that I would be implicated."
"Who allowed Ren Guozhang to cover half of the sky with one hand in the court?"
"It's actually quite good to become an official. It also made me understand a lot of things at once. It's always better to be earlier, so that I won't be dragged into the situation in the future without knowing it."
After finishing a sweet potato, Lao Jiang casually wiped the corners of his mouth and patted the charcoal on his palms.
"You, the prince, are coming here, so you can't talk in the doorway. I ordered my servants to prepare two dishes. Let's have a few drinks and catch up on old times. Invite me to the main hall, your noble lord!"
Young Master Liu glanced at the inner courtyard of Jiang Mansion and shook his head silently.
"I won't go to the main hall. I am afraid that I will see the jewels and extravagant decorations in your house. I can't help but go to the Yushitai to report you for being a corrupt official. It's nice to say it here, warm and casual.
Just get some food and drink."
Hearing the ridicule in Young Master Liu's words, Lao Jiang helplessly shook his head and looked at the housekeeper.
"Prepare two meat and two vegetarian dishes and four dishes, and get the jar of fifty-year-old Dukang that I treasure."
"Yes, sir!"
Young Master Liu casually wiped the corners of his mouth with tissue paper and looked at Old Jiang opposite him calmly.
"I have no other intention of coming here. Firstly, I want to see you, but I also intend to ask you to come out again. The mess in Tobe cannot be separated from you, so go back."
Lao Jiang was stunned for a long time, and there was a hint of emotion in his slightly dim eyes.
However, Lao Jiang shook his head resolutely in the end: "Forget it, I'm already employed, so why go back and work so hard? I won't go back, I won't go back."
"What's the matter? You're such a bad old man, and you're so particular about not turning back to eat the grass. It's because I'm losing face, so I won't touch you anymore."
"No, no!"
"Now that the household system has been established, my lord, do you think those less advanced people would be willing to go back?"
"People are all selfish. Who do you expect to be as compassionate and compassionate as Buddha, cutting his flesh to feed the eagles, and giving up his upcoming wealth and glory?"