Daming I am Jin Yiwei

An old man in his 80s and [-]s came out. It seems that this old man is the owner of the store.

There is a stove outside the tea shed, and on the stove is a black tin kettle, whistling white steam, and the water is just boiling.

The shopkeeper took out the tea cakes, broke some into two big porcelain bowls, and brought them in front of them.

"Shop, is there no better tea?"

Gu Changfeng frowned when he saw the tea leaves in the tea bowl that were almost broken.

He doesn't care about such crude tea, but my lord is here

"No."

The shopkeeper shook his head, took the big kettle, filled two big bowls for the two of them, then turned and left.

"It's remote here, so it's nice to have hot tea."

Lu Xuan smiled.

He obviously looks seventy-nine, but the shopkeeper's footsteps are very steady, and the hand holding the large kettle is also very steady.

Just when the hot water was poured into the bowl, the tea was brewed just right.

Not a single drop of water splashed out.

interesting

"Two dollars."

Set the jug aside.

The shopkeeper sat aside and said.

"It doesn't cost money to refill the water, and change the tea leaves, one money at a time."

Lu Xuan smiled, took out an ingot of silver and put it on the table.

"One tael of silver, the old man can't find it"

The storekeeper looked at the silver, surprised and didn't know what to say.

"The old man is very good at doing business, so there is no need to look for this tael of silver."

"Hey, thank you, the old man will give you some more tea."

"No need."

To tell you the truth, the tea leaves don't taste very good.

Put it in the capital and Jiangnan, and you can buy a pack for a penny.

But here, with so much tea powder at the bottom of the bowl, the taste of tea will be gone after brewing once or twice.

The store said that water refills are free, but in fact, customers who want to stay can change to tea once or twice, so that they can earn more.

Among them, the profits are superimposed, which is a very impressive figure.

Lu Xuan was here just to quench his thirst with a drink.

"Thank you guest"

The shopkeeper had no expression on his face, and came over to take the silver on the table.

If it were an ordinary honest person, they would probably resolutely refuse to accept it, but judging by the dull look of the old man, the way of collecting money is very honest.

Lu Xiaofeng once said: "An honest monk is not honest."

Is this shopkeeper a professional oil seller, or an honest person?

"Hold on"

When the shopkeeper's hand reached out, Lu Xuan pressed the silver.

"Before taking this tael of silver, I have one thing I want to ask the shopkeeper."

"What's up"

"Excuse me, the shopkeeper, do you know where Ji Bingyan is?"

"Ji Bingyan"

There was some light in the eyes of the very dull shopkeeper, he pondered for a second, and said.

"A big mansion was newly built in the town the year before last, and Ji Bingyan lived there. I don't know if it is the Ji Bingyan you are looking for."

"interesting."

Lu Xuan withdrew his hand and left the silver on the table.

"Can you give me this silver?"

Facing Lu Xuan's chuckle, the storekeeper remained dull, reaching out for the silver.

嗖

Suddenly, just as the old man stretched out his hand, he withdrew it like lightning.

This skill doesn't look like a 80-[-]-year-old old man who is dying

Looking at the undropped silver on the table, the corners of Lu Xuan's mouth curled up slightly.

"good skill"

Chapter 197 Ji Bingyan, do you still want to escape?

"Acceptance!"

The shopkeeper looked at the silver in his hand and said something.

But in the next second, his face changed, and a bruise appeared on the back of his hand at some point.

Just now, when he just got the silver, he felt that danger was coming, and he quickly withdrew his right hand when he was on guard, but unexpectedly, he was still hit.

Especially no matter how much he recalled, he couldn't see clearly how Lu Xuan made his move.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but be vigilant.

It can be seen that the other party did not use force, otherwise it would not be such a small bruise, but the whole old life would be lost here.