After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"Is that all?" Aguduo was a little surprised.

The pawnshop owner glanced at Aguduo and said patiently, "The price we offer is very fair. I don't know how long you have kept this silver earring, and the workmanship is just average. If you exchange it to someone else, the most I can give you is 150 coins."

Aguduo was a little hesitant. If he pawned it alive, he could still get the earrings back, but if he pawned it dead, he would never get them back.

"Boss, I want to ask you something. How much is a Cuju now?"

"It depends on what you want to buy. There are cheap ones and expensive ones. If you want to participate in a Cuju competition, I suggest you buy a Cuju with sixteen pieces."

The pawnshop owner is obviously also a cuju enthusiast: "There are eight-piece and sixteen-piece cuju balls on the market now. The eight-piece ones have been very popular since the previous dynasty. But the sixteen-piece ones used now are rounder. I heard from a friend that the cuju balls used in this cuju competition will be sixteen-piece ones."

The activity of Cuju started a long time ago.

There were special Cuju fields during the Han Dynasty, but a solid ball was used at that time, which was made by stuffing animal hair into leather, and the outer shell was made of two simple pieces of leather sewn together.

By the time of the previous dynasty, the solid ball had become an inflatable ball.

By now, the material used has changed from simple leather to animal bladders or leather bags. As for the appearance, it has also developed from two pieces in the Han Dynasty to sixteen pieces.

The shopkeeper was still sharing his experience in choosing a Cuju: "You should choose a Cuju that weighs exactly 12 liang. If it is not of this standard, it must be made with poor craftsmanship! And you should also look for one that has no exposed corners and deep seams. Generally, this kind of Cuju sells for around 200 to 300 coins."

"So expensive?!"

Cold sweat broke out on the tip of Aguduo's nose.

The pawnshop owner said: "If you buy it before the Cuju competition, you can save 20 or 30 wen. Nowadays, the craftsmen who make Cuju are too busy to lower the price."

"What should I do?! There is not enough money!" Aguduo felt like there was a kitten scratching in his heart.

Even if I pawned my earrings, I would only have 400 wen left. After paying the 300 wen registration fee, I would only have 100 wen left!

"Isn't there anything cheaper?" Agudo looked at the pawnshop owner pleadingly.

The pawnshop owner pondered for a moment and then made a suggestion: "The cheapest cuju now costs 130 coins, and that's for eight pieces. How about buying a second-hand one?"

After saying that, the pawnshop owner took out a dusty Cuju ball from under the shelf and said, "This is what a kid took out to exchange for candy. It's a dead pawn. If you want it, take it for a hundred coins."

The shopkeeper spent eighty cents to buy this Cuju.

The pawnshop owner said: "As for the quality of the ball, you can rest assured. If it were new, it would cost around 3 coins. That bastard pawned it after only a few kicks."

Aguduo held the Cuju and weighed it twice. He felt that it was better than the one bought by Abujiji, and he became determined.

"Okay, boss, thank you. I'll pawn my earrings and buy this Cuju!"

After the transaction was completed, Agudo held the Cuju ball and grinned like an innocent child.

After Aguduo walked out of the pawnshop, the waiter asked the owner curiously.

"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that you won't sell this Cuju for less than 150 coins? If you can't sell it, keep it for yourself."

The shopkeeper recorded the transaction and said in a bland voice: "You silly boy, I read and analyze the newspaper for you every day, but you don't pay attention at all!?"

The waiter protested: "I already know many characters, why don't I pay attention?"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him and said, "Did you notice the last issue of Yunzhou Weekly about the Cuju Contest? What was the last sentence?"

"What is it?"

"For this competition, there is no gender or age limit for the participants, and the registered permanent residence must be in Yunzhou."

The waiter was still confused: "What's going on?"

The shopkeeper gave him a look of dismay: "Use your brain to think about it. Why did the general want to hold a Cuju competition at this critical moment? Why did he deliberately point out that there is no age limit or gender limit, as long as the household registration is in Yunzhou?"

The waiter was bewildered: "Isn't it to celebrate the New Year? That's what it says in the newspaper."

"You are so stupid! When has the general ever done anything useless? Under the instigation of the Tartars, the relationship between the grassland tribes and Yunzhou is as warm as before. Holding a Cuju competition at this time can, on the one hand, bring the grassland and the Han people closer together, and on the other hand, let those grassland tribes who are still waiting and watching see how good their lives will be after being incorporated into Yunzhou!"

The waiter suddenly realized what was going on and said nice things to him without paying for them: "As expected of the shopkeeper, you are really good and have good vision! But what does this have to do with you selling it at a low price?"

The shopkeeper sighed and patted the waiter's head: "You, that's all. Just remember what the general said, we are all family, so please give your family members some convenience within your ability."

"Boss, you have such a kind heart!"

The shopkeeper sneered in his heart. How many people who do business have good hearts? He just thought that the general had set up such a big plan and wanted to ask the grassland people to participate in the Cuju competition together. Now he would help push it forward!

It’s just a matter of a few dozen coins anyway.

There were people coming and going outside the pawnshop, and among them there were many people from the grassland.

"We got in so easily? The soldiers guarding the gate didn't even check carefully?" A sturdy grassland man looked back in the direction of the city gate in disbelief.

"What are you doing? Don't alert them! They may not be able to tell the difference between grassland people." Another strong man shouted.

This time, their purpose of entering the city was to scout the area.

I thought this trip was a hopeless one, but I didn't expect the biggest difficulty would be the ice and snow on the road.

It was the first time for the strong men to enter Fuming Town as normal people. It felt very new.

The sun came out today, and there were a lot more people on the streets of Fuming Town.

The shops along the street are also open to welcome customers.

The snow on the bluestone paved ground was swept clean.

The Han people walked together in groups of three or five, talking about Brother Wan Hui and the Cuju competition.

Whether rich or poor, the smile on everyone's face is as dazzling as the sun.

"Let them be happy for a little while longer, they will soon be unhappy!"

"Gu Nanxi is so cunning that he has forced the tribes on the grassland to be starved!"

"The grassland tribe is poor and miserable, yet she is organizing a celebration here."

The two sturdy men were a little uncomfortable at first, their muscles tensed for fear of being discovered, and they huddled together and whispered.

As a result, along the way, the Han people didn't even look at them, let alone come up to question them.

The strong men slowly let down their guard, looked at each other, and acted separately!