The pharmacies and clinics in the city were closed, and they were unwilling to do business with people who were injured in the fight.
Mo Li counted the types and quantities of medicinal materials in his luggage in his heart, and found that the medicines that needed to be replenished were not scarce in the south, so he put down his hand to knock on the door, and went to the next town to find a pharmacy to buy it.
As soon as he turned around, he found that Meng Qi was gone.
He took a few steps towards the way he came in doubt, and then saw Meng Qi's figure in a cloth shop on the street.
Mo Li thought about it, the weather is getting warmer and it is really time to buy an extra set of clothes.
- Even if you don't sweat, wearing the same clothes on the road every day is a little too sloppy.
When Mo Li entered the door, he happened to see Meng Qi ordering a muslin cloth, which was embroidered with leaf patterns on a green bamboo background, and looked very elegant.
Only well-known scholars, children of nobles, and the elderly over the age of 70 can wear silk and satin, so there are more kinds of muslin in small towns, and the price of some muslin is even higher than that of satin. As soon as Meng Qi came, he asked for the most expensive cloth in the shop, and the shopkeeper smiled happily.
"Guest officer, look at this one again, the price is even lower, look at how smooth and fine the material is, and the texture... Hey, although it's not Songjiang cloth, it's not much different."
Mo carp didn't know fabrics at first. Zhushan County is a small place after all, but it's different after visiting Taijing once.
Even if you don't understand the doorway in the fabric, you can see whether it is good or bad.
For example, the muslin that the shopkeeper was trying to sell was a very bright blue during the moon and day, which was lighter than the normal moon white. However, the problem also lies in this color.
A fine cloth comparable to Weitang yarn, very thin and so light in color, it is very easy to get dirty.
If you want to make underwear or underwear, the price of this cloth is high. In small towns, it is difficult to sell this kind of cloth, because there is a lack of arty literati, most people love those embroidered patterns. Except for those who have filial piety at home, other people don't even look at this plain fabric.
"What price?" Mo Li touched it.
The color of this cloth reminded him of looking up at the moonlight penetrating the water from the bottom of the pool. It was the light blue of the water waves flowing after the night was illuminated.
The shopkeeper took a look at the appearance of the two and quoted the price of four taels of silver.
"Songjiang cloth for six coins and a piece of silver will be shipped to Taijing and sold for one or two. Is this price too high for the shopkeeper?" Meng Qi skillfully negotiated the price.
"Look at what you said, if you want to buy Songjiang cloth now, you can't buy it! You can only get the things from the south of the country. Songjiang cloth is good and cheap, and other cloths are not." The shopkeeper looked around and saw the outside. No one then smiled awkwardly, "Little old man is not asking for a price, the price of new cloth can't be reduced."
Newly woven cloth is like new grain, which is the most expensive.
The cloth will fade, the rice will be moldy, and they will not be put away.
"Okay, take two more, the price..."
Meng Qi wanted to continue bargaining, but Mo Li had already interrupted, "No, just one of each of these two colors."
One piece of cloth can make exactly one set of clothes, and there is no second person's share.
Meng Qi asked unwillingly, "Is it not good for the doctor and me to wear clothes made of the same material?"
"It will be wrong."
Mo Li exposes someone's secret idea.
The coat is relatively wide, as long as the shape is not much different, it can be worn basically, and it is rare that it does not fit well.
Meng Qi pretended not to understand, and asked the shopkeeper seriously, how many days would it take to make clothes in the shop.
"This... It's really unfortunate, the guest officer. There used to be a tailor and an embroiderer, but they all went home to visit relatives, and they couldn't come back in three or five days." The shopkeeper laughed along, very worried about Meng Qi and the two of them. Because I don't want to buy cloth anymore, I quickly added, "To the end of this street, is Tailor Li's house. His work is done quickly and well, and the price is fair. You don't have to worry about it, the storage will not delay your business. "
Meng Qi took the opportunity to chase after the shopkeeper for 300 pennies, and then, as Doctor Mo said, bought one per person according to the color.
He tore the fabric away, draped it over his shoulders, and went out casually.
Ink carp: "… "
People who buy fabrics will basically not leave with the cloths, because there are horses, carts and ox carts to carry them. The poor go to the market and use cloth as money, but there are people wrapped around them. The shopkeeper has never seen one who "wastes" fine cloth like Meng Qi.
"Doctor?" Meng Qi turned back and called, with a calm expression.
Mo Li thought about it, maybe in the mind of the national teacher, fabrics below ten taels of silver can fly with the wind.
"The doctor's is not easy to take, why not..."
"do not!"
Mo Li hurriedly stopped him. He suspected that if he took one step further, Meng Qi might have to swagger through the market with two pieces of cloth at the same time.
A piece of cloth is not too big or too small.
Can hold and carry.
The problem is that there is already a bag on the back of the ink carp, and another piece of cloth is carried. It is necessary to adjust the position of the bag to avoid pressing the medicinal materials inside.
Seeing that Meng Qi didn't care about other people's eyes at all, he continued to go shopping in his drape, Mo Li was speechless for a while.
Famous scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties let loose waves, some with disheveled hair, and some with bare feet and open arms. What is a piece of cloth compared to being disheveled and not wearing shoes
The ink carp looked down at the cloth.
"Come quickly, doctor, we have to find a tailor to make clothes!"
Meng Qi urged over there, and finally Mo Li folded the cloth three times and hung it between his arms.
Reaching out like this makes the fabric softer and smoother.
If it weren't for the long journey, Mo Li would want to buy a few more horses and make a set of clothes for Mr. Qin and Tang Xiaotang.
-Everything is good in Zhushan County, but the property is too poor.
Mo Li walked behind, watching the pedestrians on the road turn their heads in amazement, chasing after Meng Qi until they hit a wall or a stall.
"Brother Meng, why is this necessary?" Mo Li said helplessly.
"If it weren't for the fact that the shop didn't have cotton or gold weaving materials, and the doctor didn't like it, it would be a waste of money to buy it, otherwise the dress would be better."
Meng Qi clicked his tongue and flicked his sleeves, and the fabric naturally flew with his movements.
"As soon as the sun shines, it shines brightly." Meng Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, imagining how radiant Mo Li would be wearing such clothes.
Touching the purse again, I didn't realize it.
Poor, poor people with short ambitions.
The dragon veins are mountains, and if the mountains and waters are exhausted, it is not good. How can fish be raised when the waters are exhausted? Can't afford it!
"Since the Four Gangs and Twelve Guilds, Jinyiwei, and Fengxing Pavilion have all known our identity, then let's not hide it. We simply use the mouths of these people to startle the ghosts and ghosts that may be hidden in the small town."
The ink carp is connected with one click, which refers to the Piaoping Pavilion, the Holy Lotus Altar, and the people and hidden secrets behind them.
The former national teacher is really a very useful identity.
Mo Li couldn't help laughing.
After Meng Qi finished speaking, he picked up a wooden hairpin from the roadside stall.
The hairpin was polished so smoothly that there was not a single thorn in it. The pattern is the most concise, but the natural patterns on the wood are very interesting. If you have to say it, it is like a small fish drawn by a child's graffiti.
Meng Qi was so happy that he didn't even ask the price, and gave the stall owner fifty copper coins.
Seeing that he was dressed strangely, the stall owner didn't dare to greet him at first, but when he saw that he was generous with the money, he immediately thanked him and grabbed a rattle to shove it in.
"The guest officer takes it home to coax the baby, it's not worth anything."
"… "
Small dragon veins are difficult to even change shape, what kind of rattle is needed.
Meng Qi was about to refuse when a hand behind him took the rattle.
"Thank you, old man."
Mo Li saw that this toy was very childish. The drum handle was not painted, the projectiles hanging on both sides were made into small fists, and the drum surface was a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha. When the rattle swayed, it was as if he was beating his belly with his fist. With the appearance of Maitreya Buddha's smiling mouth, he couldn't help but laugh.
Even those who feel that craftsmen are disrespectful to gods and Buddhas, thinking that Maitreya Buddha's big belly can accommodate, can't say anything.
Just brought it back to the little candy.
Meng Qi was full of doubts and wanted to ask who Mo Li was going to give this to, but suddenly he heard Mo Li ask the stall owner if he could make a rattle according to the picture.
"... Zhong, it won't take long, this job is easy." The stall owner responded immediately.
Mo Li bought a pen and paper from the shop next to him, so that Meng Qi didn't let Meng Qi stretch his head out to look at it, he drew a few sketches and handed it to the stall owner selling wooden gadgets.
"Okay, I'll draw it and keep it for half an hour."
The stall owner happily accepted the broken silver, feeling that this one really hit the God of Wealth.
Meng Qi wanted to look again, but Mo Li had already dragged him away.
"You still have to make clothes!" Mo Li reminded.
As a result, when they reached the end of the street, Tailor Li was not there. The two apprentices were trembling when they saw the fine cloth and did not dare to accept the business.
These two muslins are nothing in Taijing, but they are already first-class good fabrics in the small town. If they are broken or do not meet the wishes of the guests, they will not be able to bear it.
Meng Qi doesn't care if it's just his own clothes, but isn't there a black carp
When he was in Yongzhou, the ready-to-wear clothes Mo Li bought for him were suitable and comfortable, and Meng Qi didn't want to throw the pot into his own hands.
After inquiring about a tailor shop, Meng Qi walked over slowly, looking at this, looking at that, and entering every shop.
Although I didn't buy many things, it attracted everyone's attention. In the end, not to mention Fengxing Pavilion, even Mr. Cai, who had brought people out of the city, heard the news.
With a dark face, Mr. Cai ordered his brothers to leave without delay.
Gang Master Changxin failed to sell the news, and even offended Meng Qi. Seeing that Pavilion Master Fengxing didn't like to see him, he was so afraid that he changed his clothes and looked like a beggar. While strolling around the city, he thought about how to turn over and how to let Mr. Cai let him go and continue to eat in the boundaries of Yuzhou.
As a result, after walking a few steps, he saw a man walking through the market in a hot day wearing a valuable blue cloth.
"Where is the madness..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and the Changxin gang leader's face was pale, and he went straight into a shop with a half-closed door on the side of the road.
He peeked out through the crack of the door, and saw Meng Guoshi and the doctor entering the tailor's shop at the end of the street with a calm expression.
After a while, the two came out again, and the cloth in their bodies and hands did not move.
"What is this doing? Selling cloth?"
Guild Master Changxin muttered, and then he felt a burst of heart palpitations. Fortunately, his body moved faster than his brain, and he instinctively rushed out.
"Whoa."
Ge Changxin rolled down the street together with the door of the shop and landed at the feet of Mo Li.
Ink carp: "… "
The leader of Changxin struggled to get up, and Mo Li suddenly raised his foot and raised the door to block it in front of him.
There was a sudden screeching sound, and there were more than a dozen pitch-black penetrating nails on the door.
Meng Qi went to the tailor shop in the city and couldn't make clothes as he wished. He was feeling frustrated. Now someone came to the door. .
"What's going on inside?" Mo Li questioned Changxin's gang leader.
Ge Changxin was speechless, he really didn't see anything.
Because the door panel was broken, the shop door was open, there were no lights and no windows inside, and it was naturally pitch black.
Meng Qi flicked his sleeve, and his inner strength shattered the window, and the sky light shone into it.
The two shadows rushed up quickly, with a mysterious movement.
The whole piece of green cloth was agitated by the internal force and spread out in the air. It seemed to be a tangible spirit. It stumbled in the east and hit the west. The two men in black rushed forward and backward. Open the way with a dark weapon.
All hidden weapons are poisonous, and if they touch the board, they will directly black out a pit.
Qingbu was agitated by internal forces, and everything next to the cloth was tilted to one side, and the hidden weapons turned around.
There were people on the street who didn't have time to flee, as well as the goods on their stalls.
Mo Li simply learned from Meng Qi, and he opened the cloth in his arms.
Under the inner strength, the hidden weapon seemed to fall into a large cloth pocket, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.
The Changxin gang leader was dumbfounded as he watched Mo Li take back the light blue cloth, and there were a bunch of hidden weapons on the wooden boards at their feet, as if they had set up a new stall on the street selling hidden weapons.
The two men in black were dazed by the cloth, and staggered and fell out.
Meng Qi stretched his arms calmly, and the muslin fell back on his shoulders, but Mo Li had not had time to put it away.
The gang leader Changxin looked at Meng Qi's playful eyes, panicked, and quickly squeezed out a flattering smile, stammering praise:
"Good... good cloth. Bamboo leaves and branches, Yue Baishuangqing, the two of you picked a good cloth!"