Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 82 Pit Depth 032 Meters First Trial (2)
The shopkeeper turned around and asked Mo Jiu, "I don't know what the lady wants to sell?"

Mo Jiu handed over the jade pendant in his hand, "This is my ancestral property, the shopkeeper will give you a price after looking at it."

The shopkeeper is an expert, he held the jade pendant in his palm, took a look at it, then put it on the counter, shook his head and smiled and said: "Little lady, if you can see the stars, you can see the fire, so don't play with the old man. This piece of jade is less than five years old. The quality is not high-quality, the young lady should take it to the pawn shop, or it can be exchanged for two taels of silver."

Mo Jiu stared at him with a puzzled expression, his expression was extremely honest: "Isn't it an antique?"

The shopkeeper frowned, "It's not an antique."

Mo Jiu said "Oh", took the jade back, and looked at it again and again, "But my ancestors entrusted me with a dream last night, saying that this is Hetian jade from the pre-Qin period, and it has been passed down for eighteen generations. How can it not be an antique? ?”

"This..." The shopkeeper was speechless.

Aunt Lan couldn't afford to lose this man, so she grabbed Mo Jiu's hand, took it together with Yu, nodded and bowed to apologize to the shopkeeper, and wanted to pull Mo Jiu away, but Mo Jiu's small strength was strong, so he threw her away. He ran to the shopkeeper again, leaned on the cabinet and said, "Don't believe me, shopkeeper, take another look, my ancestor told me in a dream."

Meeting her bright eyes, the shopkeeper frowned and considered for a moment, then suddenly said: "May I ask who is the ancestor of the girl?"

Aunt Lan: "..."

Could madness be contagious?Even the shopkeeper's is infected?
Mo Jiu smiled and took a stool to sit in front of the shopkeeper, and replied solemnly: "Mozi."

Hearing the name of "Mozi", the shopkeeper was obviously taken aback, and then stared at her for a moment, then took the jade from her hand, "How much do you want to change?"

"Hey! It's too vulgar to talk about money. In fact, I have something I want to discuss with the shopkeeper." Mo Jiu looked at her bitterly, and pulled Aunt Lan over, "Look, I have a 70-year-old mother " Moving Aunt Lan away, she pulled Mei'er over again, "There's a 12-year-old younger sister." Sniffing, she said, "So, I want to make a living at the Mojiatang."

The shopkeeper smiled unexpectedly: "How did you find out, little lady?"

Mo Jiu stared at the board finger on his thumb, "Yukan board finger, the surname should be Mo."

These internal affairs of the Mo family were all pried out of Mo Ling'er by Mo Jiu that day.But where does the shopkeeper know?He was surprised for a moment, and then laughed, "Young lady has good eyesight, to be honest, this old man is Shen Shimao, the elder of Kanmen of the Mohist family."

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and sighed a little, "According to the young lady's ability, it is not difficult to be in charge of the Mo family. But my Mo family has caused disasters for no reason recently, and now there is no one in the family. The elders have all gone to Lin'an, and the old man doesn't care about things..."

"Understood!" Mo Jiu nodded, and simply said: "Then the elder is not interested in Zhao Jidu's matter?"

Shen Shimao asked: "What's the matter with Zhao Jidu?"

Mo Jiu slowly took out the compass from his arms, and under Shen Shimao's sudden serious gaze, he said slowly: "That day I passed by the Zhaoji Ferry, and the compass was indicated by a rotating needle. The needle turned continuously, strong and powerful , must gather great injustice. The Mohist children take it as their duty to help the common people. Now let alone the tombs are in the world and the antiques are everywhere, it is said that the heavy rain caused disasters for days. , the elders don't care?"

"How are you doing?" Shen Shimao was still looking at the compass in her hand, his eyes flickering on and off.

Mo Jiu smiled, and said boldly, "You can use me for Zhao Jidu's matter."

Elder Kanmen is different from other elders of the Mohist family. He doesn't care much about other things, but is obsessed with antiques. He has been in charge of the affairs related to him in the Mohist family these years, and there are many apprentices under his seat. There is really no one like Mo Jiu. as clever.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Could it be that the little lady wants to worship the old man as a teacher?"

"No." Mo Jiu said with a smile, "I want to take you as my apprentice."

Shen Shimao's gray beard stiffened.

This sentence is really crazy, regardless of other skills, even his age can be Mo Jiu's grandfather.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and Aunt Lan and Mei'er were also a little embarrassed, but Mo Jiu didn't care, she retracted her body and stood up, "Elder, don't mind the joke just now."

Shen Shimao's face softened, and he was about to find the steps to come down, but Mo Jiu said again: "How can you be my apprentice with your talent?"

Several people were stunned again, Aunt Lan wanted to shout that she never knew her, but Mo Jiu stepped forward with a smile, pinched Shen Shimao's hand, and shook it firmly, "Looking forward to cooperating with the elder, think about it, three days later I will come again."

Not knowing how shocking her behavior was, she turned around leisurely and stared at Aunt Lan and Mei'er.

"What are you in a daze for? Let's go! Stay here, this old man won't treat us to dinner."

Shen Shimao frowned, watching her walk out of the inner room, go around the counter, lift up the southern red bead curtain, pause for a while, then come back quickly, walked up to him and opened her hands unceremoniously.

"Almost forgot, you took my family's ancestral jade and haven't given you any money?"

Her jade is worth two taels of silver at most, but Shen Shimao is a loving elder, she is "there are old and young", so how could he have the nerve to only give two taels of silver?
So he asked, "How much do you want?"

Mo Jiu raised two fingers.

Shen Shimao smiled and said: "Although it is not an antique, it is also fate. Two taels is too little. I will give 20 taels to the young lady."

Mo Jiu waved her finger in front of his eyes, and said seriously: "I mean 200 taels. This is what my ancestor Tuomeng told me. My ancestor never told lies, huh?" It turned into a stick and pointed at Shen Shimao's face, "You don't want to pay 200 taels, do you think my ancestor Mozi would tell lies?"

"Alas!" Shen Shimao sighed again after ordering the waiter to take the money: "After three days, the old man will wait for the little lady."

(End of this chapter)