Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 24 Mysterious caravan, veterans
"This posture looks familiar. Could it be them?"

Yan Jing who was on the side couldn't help laughing when he saw the wooden cart passing in front of him.

"you recognize?"

Zhao Huai turned his head and looked suspicious.

"Do you still remember what I told you the day you got married?" Yan Jing smiled slightly.

Zhao Huai thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

Yan Jing was not annoyed either, he obviously knew that the other party had this kind of virtue.

So I repeated what I said on the day of getting married.

"A week ago, I got news from Yancheng that there was a treacherous rich businessman who smuggled a truck full of stolen goods and went to many pawnshops, but no one dared to buy them. It was very mysterious and I didn't know what was inside."

"I said at the time that if the order is completed, you won't have to work for half a year."

Hearing this, Zhao Huai remembered it now, and he couldn't help asking:

"How do you know that this profiteer is transporting a load of stolen goods?"

Yan Jing smiled dumbly: "Of course I heard from my businessman friend that this convoy went all the way south, and almost no buyers were found. He may come here this time to find you."

After hearing this, Zhao Huai smiled lightly and said, "No other pawnshop dares to accept it, so you think I can do it?"

The corner of Yan Jing's mouth twitched, a half-smile.

"You kid, you think I don't know. On the surface, you pretend to be poor. The pawn shop looks shabby, but in fact you have a good eye. You have collected a lot of good things and sold them all on the black market. You have made a lot of money these years. Otherwise, your net worth How did it come here?"

Zhao Huai smiled, but did not speak.

Because Yan Jing was telling the truth, there was actually a reason why he opened a pawn shop instead of brothels, taverns, boxing gyms and other shops.

First of all, the ability of his golden copper coins, in addition to the function of divination, can also have a function, that is, to make money.

The sale is decided to leave the hand, and the money and goods are settled.

After opening a pawn shop for three years, Zhao Huai naturally has his own set of basic principles for doing business.

Good stuff, stay.

Bad things are not accepted.

This is his usual rule.

You only need to flip the golden copper coin to know whether this thing should be accepted or not.

The most taboo thing for those who run a pawn shop is to encounter money-losing goods, and the things cannot be resold, and they will end up trading at a loss.This way the store is easy to close down.

What's more, I pawned things that shouldn't be contaminated, encountered some taboo objects, and was banned by the government and wiped out by unknown forces.

Zhao Huai had heard about a story in a neighboring state and county. A huge Yipin pawnshop with more than ten branches accepted a strange and magnificent magic weapon at a high price. As a result, the next day, the whole shop The guys are dead.

It was later discovered that it was a horcrux refined by monks of the sorcerer's path, the purpose of which was to harvest human lives silently, so it shouldn't be too miserable.

There should not be too many accidents such as buying things from tomb robbers and being held accountable by the court, and selling ancestral treasures and being immediately plagiarized by thieves.

But with the golden copper coins, Zhao Huai doesn't have to worry about these problems. If you buy them with confidence, the store will not collapse, and it can become bigger and stronger.

He dared to say that he was the biggest pawn shop in Jinzhou, and no one could accept things that he couldn't accept.

"That's all right, if it's okay, I'll go first."

Now that Zhao Huai had achieved his goal, he didn't stay in the clinic anymore, turned around to bid farewell to Yan Jing, and planned to go back to the pawnshop.

"Break the ground, don't forget to buy a drink." Yan Jing cursed at the back.

Zhao Huai didn't look back, but waved his hand understandingly.

"Next time definitely."

On the street at this time.

In front of the frame of the tightly wrapped solid wooden carts, there is a luxuriously decorated jewelry carriage.

In the carriage, a middle-aged uncle in his 40s was sitting on the pillow of Chuan Jinxiu. This man had fleshy cheekbones, protruding forehead and bright eyes, and he looked like a cunning old man. man of.

And he is the owner of these wooden carts.

"Master Huang, are you really going to sell all these things before giving up?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a guard next to him and holding a sword in one hand couldn't help but said.

"What? What's wrong?"

Master Huang casually raised his eyes and said leisurely.

"But we agreed before that if you want to sell these relics, you should sell them neatly, or sell them all, or don't sell them at all. If you sell half-truths and half-truths like this, you probably won't buy them. "

The male guard tried to persuade him.

"Are you going to do business, or am I?"

Master Huang said lightly.

"Of course Master Huang will, but these things are mine anyway."

The guard man sneered and defended.

Master Huang sneered and said, "I bought that from you too, including yourself. If I hadn't saved you back then, you would have starved to death."

"And what you look like now, if you were a soldier before, would you be able to find such a decent job?"

The male guard sighed helplessly: "But these are the relics of the previous dynasty, and there were few people who accepted them, and many pawn shops along the way have turned them down."

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own way."

The corner of Master Huang's mouth curled up, showing an inexplicable smile, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The guard man looked out of the car window and passed by the bustling Walou Street, and couldn't help being fascinated.

Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

Who would have thought that the dilapidated walls and ruins of the past have all been rebuilt now, and they have become so beautiful.

He used to be an ordinary soldier of the Great Yan Dynasty, fought hard on the battlefield, accumulated meritorious service, was appreciated by his superiors, promoted all the way, and finally became a military officer of the imperial palace.

I thought I could enjoy the rest of my life, but within a few years, I heard the rumors that the Great Yan was about to die, and the rebel army sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The main force of Dayan retreated steadily, and the rebel army went directly to the capital, and he was ordered to defend the city.

But when he was fighting at the city gate of the capital and guarding it all day and night, someone suddenly shouted the slogan "The emperor has surrendered, kneel down to avoid death".

Let his efforts go straight to the torch.

That day, the army from outside the city poured in continuously, and he ran madly to the palace.

His mind was extremely puzzled, and there was only one sentence.

The ministers are about to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first!
Everything happened too fast, and when he arrived at the palace, there was another news that "the emperor is dead".

His brain was shocked, and his thoughts reversed again.

I should live on!

So he mixed with the rebel army, entered the palace to plunder, and took all kinds of things away, in order to live happily in troubled times.

Who would have thought that these things would become a burden on him instead, and he would not be able to sell them or throw them away.

After escaping from the capital, he became impoverished and could only live on relief from others.

Even after many years, looking back at this crazy memory, I still feel inexplicably sad.

"Here we are, sir."

"This is a pawnshop in Jinzhou. It's called a small pawnshop with Huai characters."

"Ah."

Master Huang responded lightly, and then slowly got out of the car.

(End of this chapter)