Empress, your husband is invincible

Ye Cheng felt admiration for Li Baijing for a moment.

This guy, how chivalrous must he be to use 500 taels to help others?

"You are generous..."

Gritting his silver teeth tightly, Zhuang Shuanglin took out a stack of brand new bank notes from his cuff.

After spending a long time choosing among a pile of banknotes, he picked out a banknote with the smallest denomination and handed it to Li Baijing. Zhuang Shuanglin said distressedly:

"Here, I will lend you another 50 taels.

I haven't paid my salary this month, and I'm relatively poor. "

Ye Cheng didn't take it seriously at first, but when he heard Zhuang Shuanglin's words, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Staring straight at the stack of bank notes in Zhuang Shuanglin's hand, Ye Cheng's Adam's apple rolled one after another.

No, could this stack be Zhuang Shuanglin's salary last month?
Were the official salaries of the Great Ling Dynasty so high?
Li Baijing didn't care about the pile of banknotes in Zhuang Shuanglin's hand at all, happily took the 50 taels of banknotes and put them in his arms, waved his hand, and immediately turned his head towards the entrance of the alley.

"Brother Ye, Sister Zhuang, I'll take you two to go chic!"

Zhuang Shuanglin's face turned livid because of his unrestrained demeanor.

Ye Cheng looked at Zhuang Shuanglin, and then at Li Baijing, who was carrying a long sword across his shoulders, and his expression was strange for a moment.

Commander Zhuang Da seemed to show so many faces only in front of Li Baijing?

With 50 taels of silver bills in hand, Li Baijing was like a country rich man who got rich suddenly, with arrogant steps and high spirits.

Once out of the alley, Li Baijing immediately turned left, intending to lead the two of them into a restaurant for a big meal.

Zhuang Shuanglin's eyes almost burst into flames, grabbed the back of Li Baijing's neck, pulled him and walked in the opposite direction.

Seeing how the two got along, Ye Cheng felt indescribably comfortable.

"Are you a pig? You know how to eat as soon as you get money?"

Angrily reprimanding Li Baijing, Zhuang Shuanglin turned his head to look at Ye Cheng who was behind the two of them, and his tone immediately softened:

"Sir, it's not far from the shops of those Hu merchants. Why don't you go and have a look? They're busy there, and there should be some rare items you want to buy."

Glancing at Li Baijing, who dared to be angry but dare not speak up, Ye Cheng nodded cheerfully.

According to Zhuang Shuanglin, Hu merchants mainly from the Western Regions gathered in a street in the southwest corner of Qinglefang, adjacent to Yinglefang.

Hushang Street is only a few hundred meters away from Changle Street where Li Baijing lived, and the three of them walked there, and it took less than a stick of incense.

But this moment of kung fu really opened Ye Cheng's horizons.

The streets and alleys of Qinglefang are filled with street vendors.

From the rouge and gouache commonly used by women, the kite puppets used by children, to the gambling hall and song shop, in short, all kinds of ancient daily necessities and recreational tools that Ye Cheng can think of, as well as unexpected ones, are included in Qinglefang...

Amidst the steaming noise, as soon as the three of them stepped into the Huren Street, Ye Cheng couldn't help being dazed.

Glancing back, and then looking around, Ye Cheng could finally confirm.

Zhuang Shuanglin's definition of bustling and secluded can't be said to be different, or it can be said to be completely contradictory...

In this barbarian street, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the shops on both sides are a little deserted.

There is no comparison at all with the bustling street that the three of them passed by before.

Taking a deep look at Zhuang Shuanglin who was holding up a machete inlaid with gemstones in front of a booth with great interest, Ye Cheng sighed.

Walking into a fairly spacious shop at random, Ye Cheng frowned slightly.

This shop is not very big, but it is filled with a faint smell of mutton.

The shopkeeper with a beard and a white turban was lying on the wooden counter carefully reviewing the ledger.

Hearing the noise, he just raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

Li Baijing has already attracted all the attention from the strange objects hanging on the three walls.

Ye Cheng's eyes quickly swept over those objects without stopping at all.

It wasn't until he saw a purple-red glazed cup that Ye Cheng became a little interested.

Walking forward, Ye Cheng held the glazed cup in his hand, walked to the door and looked at it carefully under the sunlight.

"Sir, are you interested in this thing?"

Zhuang Shuanglin saw that Ye Cheng was interested in the glazed cup, and immediately put down the jeweled scimitar in his hand, and leaned forward.

The shopkeeper with the beard raised his head from the ledger and greeted Ye Cheng with a smile:
"Guest officer, if you are really interested in this thing, then you have to take a good look at it. This is our treasure."

Ye Cheng just glanced at him, didn't talk to him, and focused on the few tiny bubbles in the glazed cup.

He didn't know the operation process of refining glass very well, but he also knew that the presence of bubbles in the initial glass products like Liuli proved that the refining process was unqualified.

"gentlemen?"

Zhuang Shuanglin followed his gaze to the bearded shopkeeper and asked in a low voice.

Shaking his head towards her, Ye Cheng turned his head and put the glazed cup back to its original place, and went straight out.

Zhuang Shuanglin had no choice but to drag Li Baijing out behind him.

After visiting several shops in succession, Ye Cheng finally saw a crystal clear glass mirror at a small stall at the end of Huren Street.

The owner of the stall was a thin, blue-eyed Hu, with blond tousled hair and sunken eye sockets, and the shabby Confucian shirt on his body looked a bit nondescript.

While Ye Cheng was looking at the transparent glass mirror, he was still trying his best to recommend the rest of the items on the booth to Zhuang Shuanglin and Li Baijing.

Just when Li Baijing was interested in the picture of the half-naked barbarian maid recommended by him and was about to pay for it, Ye Cheng directly interrupted their deal.

Raising the transparent glass mirror in his hand, Ye Cheng asked him a question.

"How much money can you make a month by setting up a stall here?"

The blue-eyed barbarian was dumbfounded.

Zhuang Shuanglin and Li Baijing also looked like they didn't know what to do.

Ye Cheng had no choice but to confess directly:

"I don't like everything you have here. But I like you, and I will hire you despite the bid."

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After being dazed for a while, the blue-eyed Hu finally understood Ye Cheng's words.

His throat surged for a moment, and the blue-eyed barbarian hesitated and pointed to his nose.

"The guest officer is not joking, do you really want to hire me?"

Ye Cheng nodded.

The blue-eyed barbarian immediately pointed to the glass mirror in Ye Cheng's hand.

"Is it because of the glass in your hand?"

"Yes, I have taken a fancy to your skill in refining colored glaze."

Ye Cheng immediately answered frankly.

The glazed mirror in his hand is extremely transparent, and there are no impurities in it, so it looks like a high-quality mirror.

The Western Region is not less than thousands of miles away from Huangdu City, and there is no possibility of transportation of colored glaze, especially colored glaze mirror.

Therefore, Ye Cheng can almost conclude that this glazed mirror was made by this blue-eyed barbarian.

The blue-eyed Hu Shang was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his palm towards Ye Cheng:

"Then I want 50 taels, no, 500 taels!"