Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 289

A group of people set off and first went to the village closest to Cunhe County to record the yellow book.

The yellow book in Buli's hand was already full, and this time he went to the city, he wanted to find Zhao Si, give him the full book, and make the next one.

I walked around the village and found nothing special, but the villagers saw them pulling two carts of charcoal, and someone came over excitedly to inquire about the price.

"Each scale costs 200 Wen." Qingqing said.

This price was finally determined by her and Buli after repeatedly exploring the market.

Calculated, it is one hundred catties and three silvers.

It is more expensive than the charcoal on the market, but it is not too outrageous, because the quality of the charcoal is there, and the rich people will not care about the price difference.

The excitement of the person who inquired about the price turned into disappointment in an instant, and he could only withdraw his hand regretfully, looking at the charcoal car with envy in his eyes.

This price is a bit expensive for ordinary people.

To ordinary people, burning charcoal for heating means burning money.

"Old man, I see that you seem to be very interested in charcoal. We don't burn charcoal in previous years, right?" Qingqing asked.

The old man who inquired about the price heaved a long sigh and said with a sad face:
"My lord, you don't know. In our village, the ancestors have produced powerful people. There was a great patriarch who was a star official in the court before. After a few generations, although this unique knowledge of astrology and divination has not been handed down. , but there are still quite a few people in the village who know how to observe the sky, and we figured out that this year may be a cold winter, and some people in the village will inevitably freeze to death."

Qingqing nodded her head with admiration in her eyes.

Is this what it means to be a master among the people?

Buli said before that this year is a cold winter, and the villagers in this village even figured it out.

Although their method is not quite the same as that of Buli, the result is very accurate.

"We looked at the sky, but the girl said that we would have noble people to help us, and maybe our village could save some people from dying. When we saw the officials pulling charcoal, we thought it was the officials who wanted to sell cheap money. Charcoal. I think too much."

After finishing speaking, the old man sighed again, only blaming himself for being too naive.

After the girl figured out that there might be a nobleman yesterday, everyone did have a glimmer of hope. They couldn't see them coming with charcoal, and they thought it was the astrology that played a role.

But 200 ren, this price is more expensive than the most expensive charcoal on the market, no matter how you look at it, it is not a charity from the government. After thinking about it, the old man's face suddenly became ugly, and he even said that he was a little shocked.

The people around him also had the same expression, as if they all thought of the same thing - such expensive charcoal, can't they be forced to buy it? !
This is a bitter background of being bullied and afraid. When encountering such a situation, it is hard not to think things in the worst direction.

Looking at their expressions, Qingqing also guessed what they were thinking, and she didn't say anything to comfort her—mainly, in the current situation, these people wouldn't believe what she said, and she didn't think of any better solution for the time being. this problem.

Qingqing could only keep asking, trying to gather more information.

"Old man, how much charcoal do you burn in one winter?"

"Ah, this—" the old man stammered, his face flushed, and he didn't dare to answer this question.

If he said, if the lady official waved her hand, okay, just buy according to the quantity you said, then what should I do? !

You can't raise that much money even if you kill him.

"It doesn't matter if you say it, my car has already been booked, and I won't deliberately embarrass you." Qingqing persuaded the old man when she saw the old man's concerns. She repeatedly emphasized it several times, but no one answered.

Everyone was afraid of strong buying and selling, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment.

When Qingqing was about to change the question, suddenly there was a crunchy and milky female voice from the crowd:

"If you burn it every day, you need at least 7 or 8 scales."

As soon as these words were said, many people's faces changed. Some of them had almost the psychological endurance, their lips turned white, and they were frightened.

Everyone looked back.

I saw a girl walking out of the crowd, she looked about seven or eight years old, with a double bun, a little baby fat on her face, and her flesh was like a big apple.

One of her front teeth is missing, and her speech is still a little leaky, so cute.

When everyone saw her, their expressions became weird again. Some people wanted to drag the girl back, but Qingqing had already taken the first step, touched her head with her hand, and asked gently:
"Little sister, what's your name? Are you not afraid of me?"

In fact, Qingqing knew what these people thought. After all, she was the person in charge of the overall situation and had insight into people's hearts.

The cute little girl in front of her caught her attention, and she felt that this was not an ordinary child.

The female doll made a Wanfu gift to Qingqing.

"Sir, don't call me sister, I can't bear it, just call me a girl."

It turned out that this was the "girl" who the villagers had just counted out as a nobleman, Qingqing didn't expect her to be so much.

The girl continued to answer in her slightly leaky milk voice: "I'm not afraid of you, my lord. Your life palace is wide and glowing with purple aura. You must be a person full of strength and wisdom. The faint purple aura spreads to the Yinde palace. It also indicates that you have accumulated a large amount of yin virtue, which is beyond words. With your fate, it is absolutely impossible to embarrass us for a little bit of money."

The girl's voice was not too loud, just enough that everyone could hear it, even Buli, who was registering to make a yellow book, looked over, looking at this little girl with a little more doubt in his eyes.

"I'm Yuan Chengyi, the eighth generation descendant of the Yuan family!" After the little girl finished speaking, she raised her fat little hand and made a horoscope, "I'm eight years old this year!"

This cute appearance amused Qingqing, this girl is really cute.

The village chief rushed over and dragged the little girl behind him with an embarrassing face. He was relieved to see that Qingqing didn't mean to blame her, and explained carefully.

"I made the official laugh. This girl is indeed the only great-great-granddaughter of our patriarch. Don't listen to her nonsense about the successor. She is the one who proclaimed it herself. How can a girl inherit it?"

The little girl poked her head from behind the village chief in disobedience, and said to Qingqing with a smile: "Master, I think you have a strange skeleton, and you don't look like an ordinary person. Shall we make a deal?"

The village head is about to push over.

It's okay for this girl to talk nonsense in the village on weekdays, but why is it so unrestrained when a distinguished guest comes?Busy eyes signaled that the two of them were going to take Yuan Chengyi away.

"Leave her. I want to hear what she has to say. I like this child very much. I won't hurt her." Qingqing said.

Seeing this, the two could only put the child down, and still gave her a warning look.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, the village head could only sigh and said:
"This child is the only descendant of the great patriarch. The great patriarch is the one who served as a star official in the palace. After him, our whole clan has never seen such an expert again. Perhaps the great patriarch has revealed the secret , Lost the numerology, this one just broke the incense, hey, but then again, this child is indeed talented in physiognomy, and after reading a lot of ancient books, we dare not ignore this child's thoughts."

After the village chief finished speaking, he felt uneasy again, and added, "Of course, she is only a few years old after all, you should just listen to what she said, and don't take it to heart if she says something wrong. "

　One scale, about 100 catties

　　
　
(End of this chapter)