The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 117 Bole
Luo Jia looked at Yun Cheng with adoration on his face: "No matter how powerful a horse is, it needs its bole to be effective."

"A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not often exist."

Yun Cheng muttered, "A sycophant."

Soon, the shopkeeper came out with a shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper smiled very pleasantly. He asked Yuncheng kindly: "Girl, has the shopkeeper told you about the situation of this horse?"

Yun Cheng nodded: "I'm sick, I know."

"If you insist on buying it, we will not be responsible if you buy it back if it dies." The shopkeeper made it clear.

"clear."

"Then do you have an adult?" The shopkeeper was afraid that the child would buy it back, and the adult would come to find trouble.

"We don't have adults, we can make our own decisions."

"Then let's sign a document? Explain that when the horse is bought back, whether it's dead or alive, you won't come to trouble our shop, is it possible?"

Yuncheng nodded: "Price."

"Little girl, the price of this horse we come in is 100 taels, because if you know the goods, you can tell that this is really a hard-earned horse."

"You..." The shopkeeper didn't speak, but was interrupted by Luo Jia.

"It's sick." Luo Jia looked at the shopkeeper seriously. Although the 100 taels was nothing to Yuncheng, Luo Jia still couldn't let Yuncheng spend money randomly.

The days to come are still long.

How hard it is to earn money.

The shopkeeper's face froze, but he still smiled and said, "Yes! The young master is right, he is sick, so let's pay some money, then 90 taels, can you take it away?"

Yun Cheng wanted to say yes, but Luo Jia held down his hand.

Luo Jia looked at the shopkeeper and said, "It's dying. If we don't buy it, after it's dead, you can skin it and sell it. You may only be able to sell it for ten taels or eight taels."

"And it looks like it won't last for two days."

The shopkeeper's face was even more ugly, he had never seen such a fierce bargaining.

Yun Cheng crossed his arms and looked at it with interest, is it okay?

"This..." The old shopkeeper looked at Luo Jia with a wry smile: "Young master, if you buy it sincerely, you can make a price. If you can sell it, I will sell it!"

Luo Jia tapped his fingers: "50 taels!"

The old shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand: "No! No! 50 taels, we have allocated more than half of it, and that's not included. There is still a lot of money for the medicine for this horse's treatment."

"Young master, you can add a little more, 50 taels is really not enough."

Luo Jia took Yun Cheng's hand and turned the wheelchair: "It's okay if it doesn't work. We came here with the attitude of trying, but if we can't save this horse, we will be at a loss."

"Besides, after buying a horse, you need to buy a carriage."

"No, we're going to look elsewhere."

Yun Cheng looked at the little thing Luo Jia, squeezed his eyes and smiled at himself strangely, and couldn't help feeling that Luo Jia's expression at this time was just in line with a little child's temperament.

Luo Jia secretly pointed his finger at Yun Cheng: "1..."

"2..."

"3..."

"Hey, young master is back, come back! 50 taels is 50 taels!"

"This is really a blood loss, you can choose another carriage."

Luo Jia smiled happily, and pulled Yun Cheng to turn around: "It's almost the same, let's go, Yun Cheng will pick up the carriage."

In the end, the two chose a big carriage. The carriage was well made, comfortable and spacious.

20 two.

A total of 70 taels, Yuncheng gave the money, and harnessed the horse and carriage.

Then Yun Cheng picked up the golden needle and pricked a few needles on the horse's body.

　Luo Jia: Chollima often exists, but Bole does not often exist.

　　"Yuncheng, you are my Bole!"

　　Yuncheng: I want you to be my wife even more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)