Iron Bull Legend

In his eyes, some thread-bound books were foggy and hazy, and some were not at all. According to his understanding, those with fog should be from a long time ago. In addition, those unfamiliar words aroused his interest. Prepare to buy it back and learn slowly.

, but he only had a few cents left in his pocket. There was money in the big leather box, but it was all the money of the devils in the beautiful country. He didn't know if he could take it out, so he looked at it slowly.

He collected all the foggy thread-bound books together. There were more than twenty books. There were copybooks, medical books, and unknown characters. He didn't care about that many, and he didn't care whether they were tattered or not.

When asked at the front, more than twenty books cost a total of twelve yuan and thirty cents. He didn't have any in his hand, so he could only take out a ten-dollar American devil's note.

"I only have this money, okay?" Xiao Tieniu asked while holding the money.

"What kind of money is this? If you don't buy books, don't come here to cause trouble." The salesman finished counting the total and was very angry when he took out a colorful note.

"This is the money from the devils in the beautiful country. My uncle gave me the new year's money. He said one can be exchanged for two or three. I really bought the book, not to make trouble." Xiao Tieniu had no choice but to explain to the other party.

"We don't want the money from the devils in the beautiful country." The woman became even more angry. A child taunted him with the money from the beautiful country that he didn't recognize. This was his idea.

"Kid, can I take a look?" a very beautiful woman asked.

"Okay, big sister, do you know this beautiful national currency?" Little Tieniu hurriedly asked as if he had found a savior.

"Well, I know her. Can I trade with my sister? It's just that I only have more than twenty yuan, not thirty yuan." The beautiful woman was very happy when she heard the child in front of her call her sister.

"It's okay, as long as I can buy books." Xiao Tieniu didn't pay too much attention and agreed directly.

"Okay, leave me a piece, and give you the rest." The beautiful woman took out all the money from a small cloth bag, leaving a piece and giving it to Little Tieniu.

"Thank you sister, you are so beautiful." Xiao Tieniu took the money and took out twelve yuan and thirty cents without even counting it, and put the rest into his bag.

He tied the books together with hemp rope and walked out of the bookstore. Then, he turned around and entered the store next door, looking up at the same thing.

When he came in, he didn't look at the name of the store. He just thought the store was pretty and about the same size as his big house at home.

All stationery sold here includes writing brushes, paper, ink blocks, and inkstones. . . . His eyes were no longer full, so the thread-bound books he bought included calligraphy scripts, which looked good. He also wanted to write, so he was going to buy some.

"Huh? Why is there fog here?" He saw that the black inkstone and ink blocks on the counter were all foggy. There was still a lot of fog, very thick, and he felt uneasy.

"Auntie, how much does this cost?" Xiao Tieniu asked, pointing to the paper for calligraphy practice, the inkstone, and the ink block.

"This one costs five yuan, and these two cost forty yuan in total." The salesman calculated and asked.

"Auntie, is it alright with the money from the Japanese in the beautiful country?" Xiao Tieniu asked, taking out a stack of ten-yuan denominations.

"Come on, where did you come from? Do the adults at home know that you are buying something?" the female saleswoman asked immediately when she saw that the child had more than a dozen US dollars in his hand.

"Oh, this is the New Year's money given by my uncle and uncle. I said I would buy a writing instrument, and grandpa agreed." Xiao Tieniu could only use his missing uncle and uncle as a shield.

"Okay, it's a total of forty-five yuan. You use two. Ten dollars is worth twenty-seven dollars. If you give me two, I'll give you twelve dollars." The saleswoman said quickly. He knew that ten dollars could be exchanged for twenty-seven dollars. For thirty yuan, I can get six yuan, which I received today.

"Okay, here you go." Xiao Tieniu didn't even think about it, just took two and handed them over.

"Okay, here's your change. I'll wrap these up for you. Wait a minute." Driven by profit, the saleswoman was afraid that the people next to her would see her, and her hands and feet were very agile.

"Auntie, do you still have this kind of ink stick?" Xiao Tieniu suddenly remembered that there was only a small box here. If there were any more, wouldn't it be a pity?

"Yes, there is a little more, do you want it?" The saleswoman responded quickly when she heard that it could still be sold, because there were five small boxes of this ink stick, which were placed in the corner, and they were all covered with a layer of dust.

"Yes, just sell them all to me." Xiao Tieniu answered directly. Fortunately, he asked more.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the warehouse to get it." The saleswoman walked quickly to the back and took it back after a while. After counting, there were two more pieces.

I paid another three yuan and ten cents and walked out of the house with two things. No one on the left or right put them away and I walked forward with my hands empty. The two women behind me pointed and said.

"I don't know whose child this is. He is really a prodigal. He spent so much money and bought more than [-] shabby books. I wonder if the adults in his family know about it?" came a female voice.

"Yes, if he is my child, he will be considered a jerk if he is not beaten to death." Another woman also answered, and the two of them turned the corner and disappeared.

After a delay, it was past noon and it was time to eat. I followed the two women into the alley. There was a snack bar inside and ordered a bowl of noodles.

At this time, there were many people eating, and they were all chatting with each other. A few people in their forties or fifties next to Xiao Tieniu's table were drinking and talking about things in their industry. They received an ancient painting and said it was It’s from the Tang Dynasty, but I’m not sure whether it’s true or not.

Xiao Tieniu waited for the noodles to be served and ate them slowly. He wanted to follow those people to see them later. He had not learned about ancient paintings yet, but he could see them this time.

A few people were drinking and talking very loudly, and they did not avoid being heard by the people next to them. Xiao Tieniu thought to himself, the more they talked and the more they exposed, the more they could hear from their mouths.

From their conversation, I learned that the ancient Tang Dynasty painting they collected cost one hundred yuan. That’s a lot of money these days. It’s three or four months’ salary for a person, without food or drink.

After a long time, a few people finished their meal, burped, chatted and laughed and went out. When Xiao Tieniu paid the bill, there were no food stamps. In the end, he spent an extra five cents before letting go, which made Xiao Tieniu helpless.

When he came out, the few people had walked about a hundred meters away. He followed them at a trot and watched as they walked into an ancient restaurant.

He slowly walked in and looked up. The walls of this store were all filled with calligraphy and paintings. He didn't understand these things. He could only tell from the fog above whether they were from ancient times. If there was no fog, it would have been written recently. , so this is his own standard of judgment.

After looking around the store, there were indeed several calligraphy and paintings with fog. Some were thick and some were thin. The thin ones were probably due to a short period of time. There was no year written on them. He was a little confused.

"Boss, how much does this painting cost?" Xiao Tieniu asked, pointing to a set of words.

"Little brat, go play." The boss, the one who drank loudly, waved his hand impatiently.

"What are you talking about? I have money to buy things. You are a businessman. If it suits me, I will buy it. If it doesn't suit you, just don't sell it." Xiao Tieniu sounded lifeless. There was no point in arguing with such a drinker.

"Hey, can you take it out and take a look?" The boss became excited after hearing what Xiao Tieniu said.

"Why do I let you see my money? Can you see the bank's money if you want? How much do you want to sell it? Just quote the price. And that painting, that one, by the way, and That pair, how much is the total?" Xiao Tieniu pointed one by one with his little hand.

"If you can spare ten yuan, I will sell these paintings to you." The boss just drank some wine and said angrily, bossing around after listening to Xiao Tieniu's words.

"Okay, wrap it up, I want it." Xiao Tieniu said without saying a word, standing there and pointing at him.

"I'll cover everything you can, and you'll have to pay for it." The boss became even more angry.

"Are you not keeping your word and don't plan to sell it?" Xiao Tieniu said again, taking the opportunity to annoy him.

"Anyone whose words don't count is a grandson, and you who can't pay is also a grandson." The boss was really angry.

"Okay, whoever can't do it is the grandson. Let me see if that one is not the grandson." When Xiao Tieniu saw this person's appearance, he thought of teasing her.

"Okay, I'll take down the paintings and let's see what you do." The boss said and took down the paintings that Xiao Tieniu pointed at. The people who were drinking with him sat on the sofa and watched the joke.

Waiting for the boss to move the stool again and again, he took down the ancient paintings, rolled them up and put them on the table. He stared at Xiao Tieniu with a look that said, "If you can't pay, let me deal with you."

"Fortunately, you are a businessman, count it, ten dollars." Xiao Tieniu threw the ten dollars he counted on the table.

The boss was dumbfounded. Such a big kid could actually spend ten yuan. He couldn't help but regret it and his face turned red. When his friends saw it, they burst into laughter and his face turned blue. red.

Xiao Tieniu put away a few paintings and held them in his hands, looking at the boss who was still stunned.

"Is there any more? I still want to buy it." Xiao Tieniu asked with a smile as he held the calligraphy and paintings between his arms.

"If you don't want to sell it, leave immediately." The boss was really angry.

"Businesses cannot be done without justice. What are you doing? I really still have money, the money of the devils in the beautiful country." Xiao Tieniu said.

"Yes, but that painting is very expensive and you can't afford it." As soon as the boss heard that there were US dollars, he became more energetic. These paintings cost him more than [-] yuan. Take the painting back.

"I haven't even seen it. How do you know you can't afford it? Take it out and have a look." The smile on Xiao Tieniu's face became thicker. He came here just for this ancient painting from the Tang Dynasty.

"Okay, wait a minute." The boss said and climbed upstairs. After a while, he took out a long wooden box and came down with his eyes shining.

Xiao Tieniu found that there was a thick layer of fog on the wooden box. He concluded that the box contained real ancient paintings. Whether it was from the Tang Dynasty or not, he didn't know. He would only know if it was taken out.

"Let's take a look. This is the treasure of our Gu Ya Zhai. It's from the Tang Dynasty. It can't be sold easily. If you didn't insist on buying it, haha, I wouldn't even take it out." The boss looked at it pretending to be mysterious. Looking at the child in front of him.

"There are so many useless ones. If they look good to me, I will buy them. If they don't look good, I won't even give them for free. They are too hard to wipe my butt." As soon as Xiao Tieniu finished speaking, several people sitting on the sofa just The tea he drank in his mouth suddenly spurted out.

The boss was so angry that he almost lost his temper. How could he talk like that? Hundreds of dollars, not three or two cents. You can buy a bowl of delicious noodles for five cents, but that cost me a hundred dollars. ah.

"Okay, enough gossip, just take a look." The boss was really helpless. This was something Gu Ya Zhai had never experienced before since he built his own store. A teenage kid turned him into a popular antique dealer. Vomiting blood.

In fact, the boss of Gu Ya Zhai didn't know that if he knew that the little kid in front of him would only be five years old in June this year, his heart, liver, and lungs would be vomited out, and he would vomit half a liter of blood.

"Huh? What is this?" Xiao Tieniu's face was full of doubts. The ancient painting he opened had two layers of fog. The layer on the surface was thin and the layer on the inside was thick. This was for reasons he didn't know.