Zhou Xingyun immediately sang: "There is still a limited sale of 32 strings. The reservation has begun. I will no longer accept it when the number comes!"

Some people came to hear the sound and just came closer. They heard that they only sold thirty-two strings, so they were in a hurry to come and book. However, before they could squeeze in front, they heard a clear voice on their heads saying, "This is 40,000 taels of silver notes, thirty-two strings, I have all included."

As he spoke, there was a slight sound of wind, and a stack of silver notes flew flat from Zhou Xingyun in the direction of the slanting direction.

The situation was neither hurry nor slow, as if it was held in front of Zhou Xingyun by a pair of hands that were invisible to Tongling.

The man's voice was not high, but it was clearly heard into everyone's ears. Everyone couldn't help but look up at the sound, and even Yan Qingrui glanced at it.

The patio in the backyard is empty, with the front door and the left and right sides. At this moment, on the roof not far from the courtyard door on the left, a man in blue slowly walked down from the tiles step by step.

The tiles were slippery and tilted, but the man seemed to go down the steps, with his blue shirt fluttering and his figure walked down gracefully.

He was twenty-one or two years old, with a graceful and angular face, as bright as a knife and axe, and the lines were as bright as Shangguan Qianyu's cold and clear as Zhou Xingyun's cool sunshine, and Baili Xiufeng's deep and sinister. This person's eyebrows and eyes were heroic, generous and generous, but he was also handsome and extraordinary. His handsome face was ostentatious but not excessive, generous but not lacking in temperament.

Yan Qingrui saw that he was about to walk down and said lightly: "Don't land, you still line up!"

The man smiled and said, "As the guest goes with the will of the master!" He stood on the roof and stopped walking.

Zhou Xingyun took the silver note, glanced at the man, and ignored it. This technique was very clever, but he could do it.

Yan Qingrui ignored it and asked Zhou Xingyun to take the roasted meat skewers in her hand to someone who had paid the silver notes before.

She had to grill more than 140 skewers, and the silver in the valley was better than that outside, but she, Yan Qingrui, would not have to rely on selling skewers to regain wealth.

Those who see no hope of buying do not leave, but the skewers are too fragrant, even if they can’t eat them, it’s good to smell them.

With Zhou Xingyun here, no one is allowed to enter the inner courtyard, so the gate of the courtyard was congested. However, because there were always skewers, the fragrance would not dissipate for a long time.

The man in green on the roof stood there quietly, with a calm expression and a smile on his lips, which was quite gentle and jade-like.

Zhou Xingyun ignored him, and Yan Qingrui ignored him either.

He is very handsome and has a sense of excellence as if he is outstanding.

However, Yan Qingrui saw many outstanding handsome men.

Shangguan Qianyu, Zhou Xingyun, and Leng Yuyuan are all handsome guys with their own styles. Even those princes, who are not handsome and upright?

So, she is completely immune to handsome guys.

For Zhou Xingyun, this is just a customer who comes to buy things, no different from those at the entrance of the courtyard.

The silver frost charcoal that can be exchanged for five skewers of meat has also been back. The things in this valley are good, even if it is silver frost charcoal, it is a bit more beautiful than the outside.

Zhou Xingyun handed the five portions of the baked goods to the person who came to provide charcoal. The man smiled happily and walked out while biting the skewers.

After a while, Shangguan Qianyu bought the ingredients, and even the seasonings that Yan Qingrui bought still came three times.
Chapter completed!