Lonely king and the widowed woman

The shopkeeper turned back and asked Mo Jiu, "I don't know what the little lady wants to sell?"

Mo Jiu handed over the jade pendant on his hand, "this is my ancestral thing. The shopkeeper looked at it and gave me a price."

The shopkeeper is an expert. He holds the jade pendant in his palm. After only looking at it, he puts it on the counter, shakes his head and says with a smile: "the little lady's eyes are like bright stars and see fire. Don't play with the old. The jade has been carved for less than five years, and the quality of the jade is not high. The little lady should take it to the pawnshop, or you can exchange two liang of silver."

Mo Jiuyi stared at him with a puzzled face. He looked very honest: "isn't it an antique?"

The shopkeeper smiled, "it's not an antique."

Mo Jiu said "Oh", took the jade back and looked at it again and again, "but my ancestors only dreamed of me last night that this is Hotan jade in the pre-Qin era. It has been handed down to their ancestors for 18 generations. How can it not be an antique?"

"This......" the shopkeeper was speechless.

Aunt LAN couldn't afford to lose this man. She grabbed Mo Jiu's hand and took it together with Yu. She nodded and bowed to the shopkeeper to apologize and wanted to take Mo Jiu away. But Mo Jiu was small but big. She threw her away and ran to the shopkeeper and said, "shopkeeper, don't believe it. Take another look. My ancestors really told me in a dream."

Facing her bright eyes, the shopkeeper frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "who is your ancestor?"

Aunt LAN: "

Is madness contagious? Even the shopkeeper's?

Mo Jiu smiled and took a stool to sit in front of the shopkeeper and solemnly replied to him: "Mo Zi."

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

"Ho! It's tacky to talk about money. In fact, I want to discuss something with the shopkeeper." Mo Jiuku looked at her and pulled aunt LAN over, "you see, I have a 70 year old mother." she moved aunt LAN away and pulled mei'er over again. "There's a 12-year-old younger sister under me." she sucked her nose and said, "so I want to have a meal at the entrance of the Mohist hall."

The shopkeeper smiled unexpectedly and said, "how did the little lady see it?"

Mo Jiu stared at the board finger on his thumb, "Yukan board finger, when his surname was mo."

These internal affairs of the Mohist school were all pried out by Mo Jiu from Mo linger's mouth that day. But the shopkeeper knows? He was surprised for a moment, and then laughed, "little lady has good eyesight. To be honest, old man is Shen Shimao, the elder of Mohist Kamen."

He paused, as if thinking of something, and sighed, "it's not difficult to be in charge of the Mohist hall according to the ability of the little lady. Only my Mohist school has brought disaster for nothing recently. Now there is no leader in the clan. Several elders have gone to Lin'an, and I'm old and don't care..."

"Understand!" Mo Jiu nodded and said simply, "the elder is not interested in Zhao Jidu?"

Shen Shimao asked, "what's the matter with Zhao Jidu?"

Mo Jiu slowly took out the compass from his arms. Under Shen Shimao's suddenly dignified eyes, he said in a slow voice: "On that day, I passed by Zhaoji ferry, and the compass showed it by turning the needle. If the needle turns more than once, it is strong and powerful, and it will gather great grievances. The children of Mohism take it as their duty to help the common people. Now, not to mention the tombs and antiques everywhere, it is said that the heavy rain has caused disasters for days. It is the atmosphere of grievance that affects Feng Shui, and the flood has hurt the people. The elder doesn't care?"

"How are you doing?" Shen Shimao was still looking at the compass in her hand, and his eyes went out from time to time.

Mo Jiu smiled and said, "you need me about Zhao Jidu."

Elder Kamen is different from other elders of the great Mohist school. He doesn't care much about his own business and is obsessed with antiques. He has been in charge of the related entrance affairs of the Mohist school these years. There are many disciples under him. There is really no one as clever as Mo Jiu.

Pondering for a moment, he said, "does the little lady want to worship the old man as a teacher?"

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

Shen Shimao's gray beard became stiff.

This sentence is really rampant. Regardless of other skills, even his age can be mojiu's grandfather.

The atmosphere was deadlocked. Aunt LAN and mei'er were also embarrassed. Mo Jiu didn't care. He took back Luo and got up. "The elder doesn't have to mind that joke just now."

Shen Shimao's complexion slowed down. He was trying to find the steps to come down, but he heard Mo Jiu say, "how can you do my apprentice with your qualifications?"

Several people were stunned again. Aunt LAN wanted to shout that she had never known her, but Mo Jiu came forward with a smile, held Shen Shimao's hand and shook it heavily. "I look forward to cooperating with the elder. You think about it and I'll come back in three days."

Completely unaware of how shocking her behavior was, she turned leisurely and stared at Aunt LAN and mei'er.

"What are you doing? Let's go! Stay, and the old man won't invite us to dinner."

Shen Shimao frowned and watched her go out of the inner room, bypass the counter, lift up the south red bead curtain, give a slight meal, come back quickly and spread her hands impolitely in front of him.

"I almost forgot. You took my ancestral jade and haven't given me the silver yet?"

Her jade is worth at most two liang silver, but Shen Shimao is a loving elder. She is "old and young". How can he give only two liang?

So he asked, "how much do you want?"

Ink nine raised two fingers.

Shen Shimao said with a smile, "although it's not an antique, it's also fate. Two liang is too few. The old man gives the little lady twenty Liang."

Mo Jiu flashed her fingers in front of him and said seriously, "I mean two hundred Liang. My ancestors told me this in a dream. My ancestors never told lies?" at this point, her two fingers turned into one and pointed to Shen Shimao's face, "you don't want to give two hundred Liang. The difficulty is that you think my ancestor Mo Zi will tell lies?"

"Alas!" Shen Shimao told the waiter to take the money and sighed again: "three days later, the old man is waiting for the little lady."