"What if you die? What if you live?" Ju Ming asked.

Because Ju Ming's clothes were in tatters, the shopkeeper was initially careless. But after carefully tasting it, his eyes lit up quickly, and he put down the brush without saying a word: "A bald pen, without any mess, is worth five cents."

In a big city like Kaifeng, the most rubbish brushes cost about ten cents.

In this white market, prices are much lower, and you can indeed buy a writing brush for five cents. However, a higher-quality writing brush also costs dozens of cents.

The price of a Hu pen was five cents, and Zhu Ming almost laughed out of anger.

Zhu Ming took the Hubi back and left. The shopkeeper shouted: "Wait a minute, I'll take a look again."

Ju Ming did not put the brush back on the counter, but held it with his hand and approached the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked at it for a while and said, "I made a mistake just now. This pen is of good workmanship and is worth twenty copper coins!"

Sichuan is an independent economic zone, including the Hanzhong area, and iron coins are used instead of copper coins.

The pawn shop was too dark and had no reference value. Zhu Ming picked up his brush and left.

"Thirty Wen...Fifty Wen...Oh, don't leave!" The shopkeeper's tone became anxious.

Zhu Guoxiang, who was watching horses on the street, saw his son walking out of the shop and asked: "How is it?"

Ju Ming shook his head: "It's not ordinary black!"

The shopkeeper has already chased him to the door of the store: "Seventy cents, this is worth seventy cents!"

Ju Ming turned a deaf ear and walked further and further away with his father.

The store clerk chased him out and asked, "Is that valuable?"

The shopkeeper said: "This is a good pen, but I don't know how to price it."

The waiter actually had evil thoughts in his mind and came up with an idea: "It looks like we are two strangers. Why don't we ask Brother Bai to lead some people to follow us? We can touch them at night and grab the horses and pens!"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Don't act recklessly. The horse's buttocks have been burned, which may have erased the official seal. The young junior also has weapons on his body. He looks like a desperado at first glance."

"What are you afraid of? When we come to Baishitou, the dragon will be coiled and the tiger will be squatting." The waiter said, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

The shopkeeper turned back to the shop and said: "In pawnshop business, it is not about robbing people. Don't rob people at every turn. These two strangers seem to be at the end of their rope. If they starve them for a few days, they will come to pawn them with their brushes.

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The waiter muttered something, seemingly unwilling to do so.

He thought about it, but he couldn't help it, so he secretly left the pawn shop and came to the street, running towards a thatched house outside the market.
Chapter completed!