roccoschili Chapter 422 What? 1 cup of tea 2 gold?
Chapter 422 What? 1 cup of tea 2 gold?
"They are right, Brother Zhao. Our job as yamen runners is to catch the murderers who commit crimes for the common people. How can we seek revenge on the common people?"
Another yamen runner heard them persuading Zhao Jing and thought it was quite reasonable, so he stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker!
Furthermore, the yamen runners were also the children of the common people, so they would naturally understand that the elderly may have poor eyesight as they get older!
Besides, the duty of a yamen runner is not to use his status to settle personal grudges. If he follows Zhao Jing to cause trouble for the common people who reported to the officials today, what is the difference between him and some bandits?
"Forget it, forget it, go have some tea. I've been feeling really upset these past few days, as if I've seen a ghost!"
Zhao Jing looked at several yamen runners trying to persuade him, and thought carefully that he was just a yamen runner, not one of those tyrannical officials and bandits!
Looking at the yamen runners in front of him who had a good relationship with him, he simply listened to their advice and went to the teahouse nearby while chatting and laughing with them.
As soon as they entered the teahouse, they found a table and sat down, listening to the storyteller who was telling some very interesting stories.
He had just listened for a while when the storyteller finished telling a story.
Then the white-haired storyteller opened and waved the folding fan in his hand, then closed it and continued speaking.
"My dear guests, have you ever heard of the first wife of the emperor in the capital, the empress that our current emperor married?"
The storyteller was wearing a gray-blue gown and holding a folding fan. After slowly closing it, he looked around at the spectators who were sitting or standing around him.
As he gently turned his wrist, the fan began to spin flexibly in his hand.
Then, his pair of clever eyes rolled around, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he asked.
This question immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. At this time, the guest who was tasting tea took out a gold ingot from his arms and looked at him and said.
"Come quickly! I heard that the emperor's first wife is a kind person. But I don't have time to go to the capital to take a look!"
Zhao Jing, who was sitting at the tea table downstairs, heard that the guest was paying money to listen to the story of Weng Ruoyun!
He put his feet on the tea table with a look of disdain and looked at the old man upstairs to see what tricks he could come up with.
"Sir, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"
Just as he was looking upstairs to see what was going on, a waiter dressed in blue-gray clothes and with a white rag on his shoulder came over with a smile.
After wiping the table where the three of them were sitting, he asked them with a smile.
When Zhao Jing heard the waiter asking, he said to him, "Fried peanuts on the side, a few cups of your signature dish first."
After he finished talking to the waiter, he looked upstairs. The waiter smiled and said, "Okay."
The three yamen runners looked at the direction the waiter left, and when they followed his gaze and saw the sign hanging in front of the teahouse counter, the smiles on their faces became more painful than crying!
Looking at the sign with the signature tea on it, the three yamen runners looked at each other. One of them became so worried that he couldn't sit still, so he whispered to the other two runners about the deal.
"What should we do? We are hiring the best tea, Rain-Predawn Longjing, which costs two thousand taels per cup. If each of us drinks a cup of tea, it will cost eight thousand taels. We can't earn two thousand taels in our lifetime. Can we return this tea?"
When he heard him say that a cup of his signature tea cost two thousand taels, the other yamen runner lost his seat and accidentally fell to the ground. I don't know if he was scared or shocked.
The yamen runner who fell to the ground was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He slumped to the ground and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Coincidentally, the waiter also came over.
He looked at the tray held by the waiter with four cups of tea. Looking at the tea, he stood up hurriedly, grabbed the waiter's arm and asked.
"Young man, is this cup of tea worth two thousand taels of silver or gold?"
When the waiter heard this, he smiled and said to him, "Sir, you are joking with me. The sign says that the signature tea costs two thousand taels of gold."
When several yamen runners heard this, they were filled with disbelief. How could a cup of tea be sold for two thousand taels of gold?