Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 126 Tea, serve tea, serve good tea!

The origin of this Jianghu slang has no longer been tested.

It is not known who invented it.

It is said that at first it was just some internal code words figured out by some people who were running around in the world. Later, it continued to grow and formed two "language families" in the north and the south.

Commonly known as "Nanchun" and "Northern Code".

With the increasingly frequent exchanges between the north and the south, these jargons were gradually unified, and they were called "Spring Dian".

At first, it was only circulated among those who ran the rivers and lakes, and these people were divided into eight genres: Jinpi Caihang, Juan Tuan Liu.

Gold, fortune-telling by face to face;

skin, selling dog skin plasters;
Color, magic;
Hanging, playing tricks;
Review, say storytelling;
Group, talk about cross talk;
Tuning, group fraud;
Liu, who sings the big drum.

People who are engaged in these professions have a name called "Changchun Hui". Whenever they catch up with temple fairs and markets, they only need to say a word, and the whole meeting will go there, and they will do all the money-making activities in that area. Soon a "business alliance" will be formed.

Members use "Chundian" to communicate with each other to ensure that outsiders cannot get in.

Later, these internal code words penetrated into all walks of life in the arena.

Some industries that engage in illegal activities, such as theft, robbery, cheating, etc., have also begun to use this set of slang.

Among the existing industries, the most frequently used ones, besides opera and folk art shops, are antique shops.

Because of their profession, they can meet anyone, from high-ranking officials and aristocrats to traffickers and pawns, they have to deal with them all.

If you don't know a little bit of Jianghu slang, you really can't do business.

But nowadays, there are people who do business from all over the world, both at home and abroad, and it is indeed rare to use such an "old-fashioned" Jianghu Chundian to communicate.

In "The Secret Art of Yin Yang Feng Shui", there are some contents related to Jianghu gossip and spring scriptures.

However, they still have one thing to guard against: pronunciation.

Even if someone took the text to learn, and the pronunciation of the reading was not accurate, others could see through it when they heard it.

Therefore, these contents need to be taught orally, and someone must teach them by hand and learn them word-to-mouth, so as not to show timidity.

The conversation between the shopkeeper and the clerk just now was a relatively simple conversation, and Lin Yi understood it immediately.

Looking up again, there is a plaque hanging above the door: Xiu Gu Zhai.

Those who are interested in literature and entertainment all regard themselves as cultural circles. Like those calligraphers and painters, they like to give their small shops a name.

interesting!
The clerk here received the signal from the shopkeeper, and was about to reach out to drive him away, when Lin Yi turned around, lifted the curtain and entered the room.

"Hey, do you know the rules?"

The man hurried behind him, and Lin Yi had already arrived in the house.

Wang Qiang followed closely behind.

The guests just now shook their heads in confusion and left.

On a reclining chair, a young man in a Tang suit was lying on it dangling.

Wearing button-breasted silk clothes, a pair of bloomers, white socks, and round-toed cloth shoes.

The back comb is shiny and shiny.

Wearing an emerald green jade ring finger in one hand.

Holding a purple clay pot in the other hand,

There is a record player on the low table next to it, and the sound of Peking Opera is coming out of the big speaker.

"The king of Huainan passed down the order and divided into three groups to meet him."

Judging from his age, he may be around 30 years old, but his attire gives people a dull feeling.

No wonder he said Chun Dian in one mouthful.

Looking at his attire again, if we push the time forward a hundred years or so, his attire cannot be considered old.

Even Wang Qiang, who grew up in the suburbs of Beijing, couldn't help frowning when he saw his body.

"This buddy learned from the savage guy from the shop, right? The old Shangjing doesn't dress like this anymore, this man is dressed in a suit, that's a real one!"

The man did not stop them and let them enter the house.

Once you enter the house, you are a guest, so there is no reason to chase guests away.

"The shopkeeper is so excited. Mr. Ma Lianliang's "Huaihe Camp" is a great show!"

The shopkeeper on the recliner didn't lift his head, and explained to the waiter:
"Look at the tea!"

The man responded.

The shopkeeper still didn't get up and was still singing along softly: "Don't make jokes at this time. How can you hide your nonsense from us? It was you who exaggerated in Chang'an. Why are you acting cunning now?"

Singing until "The three of us climb to the gate of hell and close the door together, let it be life and death!"

Only then did he take a deep breath, shouted "Hello", supported the armrest, stood up, held up the purple sand pot, took a sip and put it down, grabbed a pair of walnuts on the low table, and came to the two of them with a shake. before.

"When you open your business, you have to abide by the rules. You two come to Panjiayuan and sit down at my door, but you are going to choke me. I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

His expression of speaking, his posture was yin and yang, and he took the accent, and Wang Qiang was furious when he heard it, and he directly stretched out his hand in front of the shopkeeper.

"What do you mean by that? Ouch."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper's hands grabbed his wrists, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The opponent's wrist turned again, and Wang Qiang took advantage of the situation and was about to lie down on the ground.

Lin Yi went up to lean against Wang Qiang's body, and pushed his feet towards the shopkeeper's knee.

As the saying goes, strength starts from the root, and the shopkeeper's strength was completely removed by Lin Yi, and Lin Yi sent Wang Qiang back with another shoulder.

"Practice family!"

The two exclaimed in unison.

After finishing speaking, the two of them laughed, and the shopkeeper spoke first:

"I'm all the kung fu of a three-legged cat. It's okay to learn some skills of catching and wrestling from the old gentleman. Your white eyebrow boxing is really good."

Lin Yi could see that his words were completely modest. People who are asking for a living in the world are three parts true and seven parts false.

In the colloquial language, this is called: Xingjiajian, eating everywhere.

His small grasping hand, coupled with his footwork and body skills, is definitely a child's leg that has been worked hard since he was a child.

Wang Qiang has more or less actual combat background, and he still has two hundred catties of embryos, so even if he underestimated the enemy just now, he wouldn't be able to take him down with one move.

"You are too much, my friend is reckless, please bear with me!"

Lin Yi's words were very polite.

It is true that what Wang Qiang did just now was wrong. In the antique business, there are many tricks and skills in buying and selling.

Don't look at the two buyers leaving with unhappy faces, maybe the guy inside chased them out and said: "Okay, I'll wrap it up for you at your price."

Maybe the deal is done.

This method is still used by many businessmen.

Therefore, Wang Qiang just stopped people's business at the door, which was indeed a bit of a chokehold.

Among people in the rivers and lakes, it is important to know each other without fighting.

After the fight just now, the shopkeeper realized that Lin Yi in front of him was not a simple person, so he immediately changed his face.

"You're welcome. Those who don't know are not guilty. I'll first apologize to your friend. Please be patient if you don't hit the smiling person."

Wang Qiang is not a difficult person to talk, so he replied politely.

"It's better to come early than coincidentally. Since the two of you have something to sell, why don't you let me learn more?"

Wang Qiang glanced at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi nodded at him.

"Look!"

As he spoke, he opened the zipper of his backpack and pushed it in front of the shopkeeper.

"Excuse me, please take out these things and put them on the table. I'll take a look."

Wang Qiang pursed his lips, bent down and just took out a clay pot from it, when the gold-touching amulet fell out of the neckline.

The shopkeeper first glanced at the clay pot, then at the golden amulet.

"Liuzi, tea, serve tea, serve good tea, brew the Mingqian Longjing that just arrived two days ago, and also, go and lock the door panel, we will not do business today!"

(End of this chapter)