My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

"Old man, your horse is too old and cannot be sold at a high price." He looked at the horse's hooves repeatedly and said, "Tsk, these legs are really strong. It looks like it can still run."

"Hey, brother, my horse can travel thousands of miles in a day. Although it is old, it is strong!" The old man hunched his back and patted the horse.

Jiao Yin dipped the tip of his pen and hung it on the white book. He raised his eyes and glanced at the old man: "Take it. Look at the height. It should be a horse that was eliminated by the herdsmen in the north. Zuo is not used for running."

"Yes, yes, this guy has really good eyesight. This horse was raised by a horse farmer in the north," the old man said, looking at the horse with a vague look of nostalgia. "This was obtained from the local herdsmen when the trade first began. Yes, if it weren’t for...that the whole family needs to be taken care of, I will definitely not betray you."

Xing Er raised his hand and placed it on the back of his neck, looking up at the sky to settle the accounts: "Tsk, old man..., um, Ah Jiao, come and settle the accounts for me."

"The horses in the north are cheap, with a market price of one yi gold," Jiao Yin looked back at Xing Er with a blank expression, his voice was warm and clear, "The old man worked hard to bring the horse, and he took good care of it. A horse of this age has such a You are so spiritual, I look at you and I love you more and I will give you four more taels."

"Master," Jiao Yin glanced at Xing Er, who was leaning crookedly on the stool. He saw that Xing Er was dozing off and his ears were empty. He smiled at the old man and felt like a spring breeze. In a blink of an eye, he raised his leg and kicked the stool leg, almost knocking Xing Er over. On the ground, he turned around with the same smile, and he was confused that the person who just raised his leg and kicked him roughly was not him, "Pay the money, Dongjia."

When the stool tilted, Xing Er's face suddenly showed a bit of panic. He quickly stretched out his legs to balance himself. The moment the stool legs hit the ground, Xing Er raised his legs and kicked Jiao Yin's legs, muttering something in his mouth. : "You little bastard!"

Jiao Yin dodged and did not let Xing Er succeed. He even patted the hem of his clothes symbolically. Then he picked up his pen and recorded it in the book. His voice was light and gentle: "It's about gold."

"You prodigal bastard," Xing Er cursed, but handed the gold cake to the old man without objection, "If you say gold, keep it. Cao Yingma is honest and affordable, and will never lower the price. Please be careful when selling horses. No. 16 East Street.”

"Hey, hey," the old man took the gold cake with both hands, responded, and nodded repeatedly, "I still have a few old guys, and I also have idle horses at home. I'll rush back and let them bring them over. I won't hide it from you two brothers. , I asked six companies along the way, and they only gave me eighty taels of silver..."

The old man raised his tightly tied sleeves and wiped his reddish eyes: "The horses in the north are cheap, but the price is really bullying!"

Jiao Yin's hand paused while he was writing, and he and Xing Er looked at each other, pinched his sleeves and put down his pen, then raised his head slightly: "Did the six stores that the old man asked about when he came all give the same price?"

The old man was stunned by his words, and then he nodded blankly before he could react. In a blink of an eye, he came to his senses: "This..."

The cynicism on Xing Er's face disappeared completely, and he regained his serious expression, with a chilling air of conquering the sofa. The old man who was closer to him was knocked back half a meter by this aura: "Old man, you Don't bring your horse here for now, we can't take it away now. We'll come back to you after some time."

I was writing couplets yesterday. I thought I could finish them in one morning, but I didn’t expect to write them all day long, so I delayed the update. I just finished writing all the couplets this morning. I wrote about twenty pairs. I don’t remember very well. I can I only used about ten pairs. This is my first time trying to write couplets this year. I don’t have much experience, so I won’t show off. Next year, I can organize an event to give them to everyone.

Ancient unit of weight: one yi is equal to 20 taels, and one yi is equal to 24 taels.