The waiter froze and said, "What are you living in if you don't have money..." He saw the tiger skin rolled into a tube of rolled up under Yang Qiuchi's armpit and immediately changed his smile: "Ke-kun, it turns out that you are a hunter. You're such a big tiger. You're so amazing!" After saying that, he raised his thumb, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. Don't you have tiger skin? Don't you have money if you sell it? Isn't it rich? Our store is a century-old store, clean and hygienic, and there are many delicious foods, such as steamed mandarin fish..."

The waiter was about to count the fingers, but was interrupted by Yang Qiuchi. When Yang Qiuchi heard that this tiger skin could be sold for money, he was delighted: "Where can I sell this tiger skin?"

The waiter pulled Yang Qiuchi and walked a few steps to the street, pointed to the distance: "Turn forward and you'll be there." After thinking for a while, he said: "Anyway, there are no customers now, so I'll tell the shopkeeper and take you there!"

Yang Qiuchi nodded gratefully. It seemed that the people from the Ming Dynasty were still very simple.

The waiter ran into the store, and after a while, he came out again. He smiled at Yang Qiuchi and said, "It's done, let's go." After that, he led the way. Yang Qiuchi followed the waiter across a few streets, came to a pawnshop, lifted the curtain door and walked in.

In Yang Qiuchi's mind, this pawn shop is associated with the evil old society. The people really can't survive. They took the pawn shop and used it as a pawn shop for rice. The shopkeepers in the pawn shop must have silenced their mouths and tried to suppress the price, exploiting all the only property that the people have. Therefore, Yang Qiuchi had no good impression of this pawn shop. However, except for movies and TV, he had never seen a real pawn shop, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

When I entered the pawnshop, there were a row of high counters, more than one person tall. Standing in front of the counter, there was no way to see the countertop. There was a row of black fences on the counter. Behind the fence, a fat middle-aged man was fiddling with a big ear, fiddling with a handful of abacus and a thread-bound book next to it, which seemed to be settled. When the fat middle-aged man saw Yang Qiuchi and the others come in, he just raised his eyelids and glanced at them, and then lowered his head to fiddle with the abacus.

The waiter patted the counter with his hands: "Hey! Manager Qian, a customer is here to be a thing!"

The shopkeeper Qian raised his eyes and looked at the waiter, then turned to look at Yang Qiuchi. When his eyes fell on the tiger skin under Yang Qiuchi's armpit, a ray of light emitted from his eyes, but it flashed like a meteor, and he returned to his lazy expression: "What are you doing?"

Yang Qiuchi took out the tiger skin and handed it to the counter: "A tiger skin!"

Manager Qian didn't turn the tiger's skin, but just curled his lips and looked around. He picked up a brush, turned around and poked the bullet holes on the tiger's head with the pen tube, and said to himself: "The skin on the tiger's head is rotten, it's not worth it." He threw down the brush, touched the tiger's hair with his hand, and pinched it: "The hair is about to fall out, and I don't know where it was picked."

Yang Qiuchi was stunned: "What picked it up? You didn't see the blood on the tiger's skin that has not dried yet. I just slaughtered it!" He turned his head and looked at the waiter, with a little proud look. The waiter smiled respectfully, with admiration on his face.

Manager Qian ignored it, looked at the sky with his eyes, dragged his voice, and a few words spurted out from his nostrils: "Tangling and hair-lossing - a tiger skin, as if - silver - ten taels!"

Ten taels of silver? How much is this? Yang Qiuchi had no idea about how much silver was worth in the Ming Dynasty. Besides, he didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he just looked at the shopkeeper Qian and the waiter, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The waiter bowed and reminded: "Customer, you bid for ten taels of silver for your tiger skin shopkeeper. Do you think it's not appropriate?"

"How much is the ten taels of silver?" Yang Qiuchi felt a little embarrassed.

Don’t know the value of silver? It seems that this person may not even have seen silver before. When Manager Qian heard it, his intestines regretted green. In addition to a few small holes on his head, the skin on his body is complete, and it is obviously just peeled off. It is the skin of an adult tiger. It is of great value. If you want to sell it on the market, you can sell it for more than 70 taels. You only paid ten taels. You had already taken advantage of the boss, but now it seems that he should be satisfied with just giving him a few hangs. Then you need to give him 10 taels.

The waiter is an honest man. After all, he is in the inn business. He has seen all the people who have been sent to him. However, it is rare to see this person in front of him who doesn’t even know the value of ten taels of silver. Although he is a little funny, his face is not revealed, and he still said politely: "Ten taels of silver are ten coins of copper, which is ten thousand big money."

Ten thousand yuan? Ten thousand yuan? How much is that RMB? Yang Qiuchi was still confused. I remember that the most common method of converting coins in ancient times was to use purchasing power. The same item was worth in ancient times and in modern times, and the conversion value of the two currencies was roughly out. What items should be used as reference? Of course, rice is of course rice, but Yang Qiuchi never buys rice, so he doesn't know how much rice is per pound in modern society, or to convert it with what he knows, using a big bowl of noodles? Roast duck? A bowl of dumplings? It seems that it is not easy to calculate. By the way, I usually like to eat small meat buns, so I use this to convert it, and asked: "How much does a small meat bun cost in your store?"

When the waiter heard this, some monk was confused. Why did he suddenly ask the meat buns? It seemed that this person might be hungry and laughed: "Xiaolongbao is three big money in a basket, and there are six buns in a basket. I counted two meat buns for one big money."

One big money is two meat buns, and in modern times, one dollar is two meat buns. In other words, in the Ming Dynasty, a big money is almost worth RMB one yuan, and ten taels of silver is worth RMB 10,000. This tiger skin is worth RMB 10,000. This tiger skin is quite good. Yang Qiuchi didn’t know that this tiger skin was also very valuable in the Ming Dynasty. Anyway, he didn’t know the value of the tiger skin. He didn’t eat anything all day, so he found some money to buy something to eat. Anyway, he could redeem it when he had money in the future. When he thought of what to eat, Yang Qiuchi’s stomach began to growl.

The waiter looked at Yang Qiuchi's face and looked sad and happy. He didn't know what he was thinking. He heard his stomach gushing. He knew that he was very hungry and almost laughed: "Customer, the small buns in our inn are famous in Guangde County. The filling is big and thin, and the filling is chopped with the selected meat. He bite it and the mouth is full of oil. When you are used as something, when you return to the inn, the younger one will give you two cages to taste."

Yang Qiuchi was so hungry that his eyes were green. Now, he heard from the waiter about the delicious and warm little meat buns, and he wanted to fly to the inn and order a few large meat buns to have a meal. He hurriedly said, "I'll do it! Give it money!"

Manager Qian sighed. Although he regretted it, since he had already said it, how could he regret it? He had to issue one as a ticket and gave it to Yang Qiuchi with ten taels of broken silver.
Chapter completed!