Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 117 The Magical Shorty

Salt and iron are the most important things, as you can see from the white-haired girl, iron is similar, from agricultural tools for work, to defensive knives and guns, and the firecrackers that Song Qingshu dreamed of. When I was in Xi'an, I could buy them with silver. But now, fleeing from disaster caused Song Qingshu not only to lose the financial resources in the city, but also to lose those business lines that he managed to build with great difficulty.

Salt is relatively easy. Illegal salt dealers are rampant these days. Although Shaanxi is stricter, and Shanxi has imposed an embargo on Shaanxi in order to prevent bandits, but here is not far from Hanzhong, and the property that was collected from the eunuchs is heartbroken. Take it out for about 200 taels, and it is easy for both Scarface and Old Man Xing to contact the private salt dealer.

Tie has a lot of headaches. He used to use the channel of his family's carriage dealer to buy official iron from Yulin Town and sold it privately. Now his family dare not contact him anymore.Shi Tianfu is also a way. Before leaving, Song Qingshu must give Shi Tianfu the soap formula, in order to leave a good memory for each other, so that we can meet each other in the future, but before the dust of Qin Shizi dispute is settled, he will not Those who dare to contact, as for some other small businessmen they know, are even more unreliable, so Tie has to find a way by himself.

At this time, Liu Zongmin made another suggestion to Song Qingshu. The blacksmith village where Liu Zongmin apprenticed was a craftsman household who had made a living by blacksmithing for generations. Prospecting for ore is indispensable in life, so the craftsman village knew a few prospectors. Shang Luoshan estimated There is also iron, if Song Qingshu is willing to spend money, he can help to contact.

In less than half a month, the potatoes on Funiu Mountain can be harvested, and there is still a shortfall of nearly a thousand farm tools. Scarface is about to melt his sword into farm tools. Even if Song Qingshu is not willing to part with it at this time, it should be spent Still have to spend?In pain again, he took out 50 taels from the deposit bank and handed it to Liu Zongmin. Anyway, this guy didn't want to hit a hoe, so Liu Zongmin led a horse and ran out of the mountain.

About three days later, Liu Zongmin really got one back.

Wearing a scholar's scarf on his head, and holding a fortune-telling long banner in his hand, he knew 500 years before and 500 years after he wrote the book, and his tone was quite arrogant, but the appearance of this Mr. It was him, with a nose full of pockmarks like sesame seeds on a pancake, his height was actually shorter than a carrot, but his big eyes blinked and he looked cunning and cunning.

This appearance is far from the prospecting engineer in my impression. Looking at this guy with his head held high and looking at his chin, Song Qingshu walked around him three times, and then dragged Liu Zongmin to the side, whispering Muttering: "I said, is this guy reliable?"

Rolling his big eyes, Liu Zongmin hummed angrily: "Don't you say you want a cheap one? This one costs ten taels of silver, and the others cost 30 taels!"

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes when he heard this, it's really cheap and not good!
But at this moment, the dwarf yelled arrogantly in the hall: "Could it be that the village master looks down on me, Song? Humph, if I, Song, hadn't failed in the imperial examination and had no money to go back to my hometown, you are just ten taels. Don't move me, Song!"

"Hey, everyone in the world judges people by their appearance. Let me do the math for you. If it doesn't work, I'll turn around and leave Song!"

This dwarf is also surnamed Song. After traveling for almost two years, Song Qingshu, who has the same surname, has seen this one, which surprised him. Although fortune-telling and prospecting are two different things, seeing how confident this dwarf is, Song Qingshu did not delay , simply waved his hand and made a please, and immediately sat on the grand teacher's chair beside him, stretched out his hand on the table, and waited for him to count.

Being short is indeed an indescribable pain. Song Qingshu sat down on his buttocks, but this short man jumped onto the opposite chair and couldn't reach Song Qingshu's hand when he stretched out his hand. Stretching out his fingers, Liu Zongmin shouted: "I have no eyesight, why don't you hurry up and get me a mat, sir!"

Liu Zongmin immediately grinned angrily, but he brought it with him, Song Qingshu glanced over, Liu Zongmin had to gasp for anger, and found him the cushion that Xiaoluobo used often, this time it was enough Song Qingshu's hand was broken, and this guy twisted his buttocks comfortably before asking.

"What do you want to count?"

"Forget where I come from." Song Qingshu thought about it casually. He really didn't pay much attention to physiognomy, because he had seen these faces in his previous life. His grandfather was seriously ill that year, so he asked A physiognomist calculated whether he could survive the Dragon Boat Festival. As a result, a well-known local physiognomist charged 500 yuan, pretended to dance for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion that the Dragon Boat Festival was a hurdle, or followed Dr. Qu before that. If you leave, you have to make it through, you can live a little longer, and how long you can live to see the blessings.

At first glance, it makes sense, but when Song Qingshu's family returned home, it turned around. Isn't this nonsense?Either he survived the Dragon Boat Festival, or he couldn't survive, and he didn't count himself as ugly.

I could also hear Song Qingshu's contempt, this dwarf was on fire, and without saying a word, he grasped Song Qingshu's palm and began to study the life pattern, but at first he was calm, but then his face became serious, and finally , Sweat beads came out on his forehead. After watching for almost 3 minutes, the dwarf actually jumped out of the chair, turned around and walked out without saying a word.

"Hey, what did you figure out? Why did you leave?" The man was brought by Liu Zongmin, and he would scream if he didn't even fart. He yelled, and blocked the way of the dwarf. This guy was tall and burly, and the door was blocked at once. After going around twice to see that he couldn't get around, the dwarf turned around helplessly.

"Sir, I am indeed lacking in talent and learning. From the palmistry, you should not be a person of this world, nor should you come from this place. Your future future is even more unpredictable. I, Song, have been fortune-telling for more than ten years. There are no less than a thousand people, but this kind of fate is unprecedented, Song admits his defeat and bids farewell!"

Song Qingshu who heard these words almost fell off the stool, this guy is too damn accurate, right?Just when Liu Zongmin yelled that the charlatan wanted to cut short Song, Song Qingshu quickly stopped him with two steps from behind, and immediately cupped his fists and bowed to him.

"Mr. is rich in five cars, and I hope that you can help me with the search for mines in Xiaozhai. Pick up the weeds, and order people to serve wine and food!"

I guess this dwarf is really down and out, a table of food was laid out, this guy who smelled the smell of the food and shouted to leave couldn't move, he was directly dragged to the table by Song Qingshu, he shook his cheeks and began to stuff himself.

This fortune teller surnamed Song is really a wonderful man with winks, although judging from Song Qingshu's reaction, he has touched some incredible secret, but he was just curious and didn't ask a word. He didn't say much except eating, and he urged Song Qingshu and Liu Zongmin to follow him up the mountain to explore the mine early the next morning.

There are many layers of Shangluo Mountains, which have not been developed in this era, and there are no roads at all, only a few small paths, and they went up the mountain. Song Qingshu's working methods made Song Qingshu feel more at ease. He is like the geological exploration team of later generations. He also picked up rocks everywhere, studied them, and dug a hole from time to time, but in Liu Zongmin's eyes, this was too unprofessional. This guy kept muttering about finding a liar, who couldn't even be a master of dancing, and Nor did he have the compass that the geomancer who looked for mines held in his hand.

I searched for more than two days, and it was mid-November, but Mr. Song came to look for Song Qingshu with a red stone.

"If you dig down the fifty feet of the mountain, there must be iron ore!"

It is a happy thing to find an iron mine, but Song Qingshu couldn't be happier. How difficult is it to build a mine in this vast mountain?There are at least 20 miles of mountain roads away from Funiu Mountain. Even if the excavated ore is transported back to the mountain for smelting, it will be a headache. This will soon use the winter harvest of iron, so it is estimated that there will be no hope.

Although he was helpless in his heart, Song Qingshu didn't show it on his face. After making a mark in the local area, he took a few people back to the cottage and had a banquet. The dwarf went out of the mountain gate.

Leading the donkey that came here, and carrying a heavy golden nude in his waist, Mr. Song, the fortune teller, was obviously in a much happier mood. Before leaving, he hugged Song Qingshu.

"Song Zhaizhu, although I can't calculate your fate, I can still calculate something else. This road comes from Shangnan County. Although the villages along the way are prosperous, the days are dim, and the rash prosperity must be like warm winter grass. , although it flourishes and grows for a while, it will eventually be destroyed by the severe cold, this Shangnan must be in danger of swordsmanship, and I hope the village master will take precautions early!"

"Also, a man without an heir may be able to help the village master's urgent needs! That's all for now, Song will leave!"

This man is ugly and inconspicuous, but he is still quite miraculous. At first, he felt a little uneasy about the colonial village where his scarred face expanded. Now, after hearing what this dwarf said, Song Qingshu became even more worried, and watched the dwarf worriedly. Riding a donkey and wandering across the mountain ridge, Song Qingshu suddenly became agitated again when he was about to go out of sight.

Short, ugly, and good at counting, these three conditions come together, it seems that there is really a number one person who can match, thinking, Song Qingshu hurriedly said hello: "Hey, sir, is the name Song Xiance?"

The fortune teller on the opposite side was obviously shocked, but immediately turned around and hugged Song Qingshu, and then his figure disappeared.

This guy is not an ordinary person. He is the one who put forward Li Zicheng's slogan of proclaiming the emperor. He is the one who is the master of the eighteen sons. Although this person is ugly and short, he is very talented, or instigating power. Li Zicheng also owes a small part of the credit for the founding of the country. Now I saw another famous historical figure, and I thought it was not a loss for me to give an extra 90 taels.

Back at the Juyi Hall, Song Qingshu's mind was still full of complicated thoughts, all he could think about was what Song Xiance predicted, and at this time, Xiaoluobo was found again.

This guy actually has a lot of self-esteem. The first time he saw Song Xiance, he insisted on comparing himself with others, but in the end he was half a slap short, which hurt his self-esteem. Song Xiance has been hiding and not showing up for the past two days. This one also poked his head outside for a while, and Song Qingshu, who was reading it, yelled in a funny way: "Come in, everyone is gone!"

Little Luobo was a little more relaxed, but deliberately showed a look of indifference, wandered in carelessly, glanced left and right for Song Xiance to really fuck off, then smiled and fisted Song Qingshu: "Shopkeeper, that chasing The eunuch who killed us said he wanted to see you!"

Now that he was worrying about something, Song Qingshu rejected it as soon as he opened his mouth, but before sending Xiaoluobu out of the door, he suddenly had another flash of inspiration.

Didn't Song Xiance just say that a man without an offspring can help him solve his urgent needs?Isn't a man without heirs just a eunuch?

(End of this chapter)