Yang Qiuchi looked at the broken silver in his palm. Is this silver? He had only seen silver necklaces, silver bracelets, etc. before. He had never seen silver for money to buy and sell. He thought it was very novel. Isn’t the silver in the TV series a saddle-shaped silver ingot? Why did the shopkeeper give him a few grayish-white things with small stones? He didn’t know that the saddle-shaped silver ingots were usually the “Silver House” specially set up by the yamen to melt the broken silver and then cast it into a saddle-shaped silver ingot of 50 taels per ingot. It was the standard style of official silver. Most ordinary people used cut broken silver.

Yang Qiuchi and the waiter walked out of the pawnshop door. Yang Qiuchi looked at the waiter, and saw that he stared at the fragments of silver in his hand and his eyes were shining. Such a salivating look could not be pretended. It seemed that the silver was real, and the shopkeeper Qian did not deceive him. Yang Qiuchi picked a small piece of the small pile of broken silver and stumbled it, and then handed it to the waiter: "Reward you!"

The waiter stared at Yang Qiuchi and looked at him. Seeing that he seemed to be not a joke, he pointed to the small piece of silver in Yang Qiuchi's palm, then pointed to his nose, and swallowed his saliva: "Give it to me?"

Yang Qiuchi handed over the piece of silver in his hand: "Do you think it's too little?"

"No, no!" The waiter was surprised and happy, and took the silver with trembling hands, holding it tightly in his palm, and his words were inconsistent: "Thank you!... Thank you, Mr.! You... you are such a... great person!"

This piece of silver is about one or two ounces. The inn where the waiter is located is just an ordinary small inn in the county town. The guests who come and go are usually peddlers and pawns, who even want to spend a copper coin in half. When they meet generous customers, it would be great to give a few big money. His wages are only 600 cents a month. Yang Qiuchi rewarded him about one or two taels of silver, which is equivalent to the waiter's wages of about two months. How could he not be excited? During the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, one or two taels of silver was roughly worth RMB 1,000, and a little reward of a guy was just one thousand yuan. Even in today's society, it was quite generous.

"No need to thank you!" It is a very pleasant thing to make others feel grateful. Yang Qiuchi smiled and held up the pieces of broken silver in his hand to look at it again. Suddenly, a small hand next to him snatched the broken silver. Yang Qiuchi was shocked and quickly stopped, but it was already slow. The palm of his hand was empty, and the pieces of broken silver were gone. Yang Qiuchi turned around and saw a boy standing next to him, looking like a fourteen or fifteen years old, with two big black eyes flashing, and his appearance was quite handsome, wearing white satin close-fitting body, obviously a child of a rich family. The boy was holding a rope tightly in his hand, and a little black dog tied to one end of the rope. The little black dog was dirty and covered with dirt and dust. The rope tied tightly around his neck made the puppy roll his eyes and tried his best to scratch the rope on his neck with his claws.

Seeing that this man didn't look like a robber, and he was a half-sized child. I guess some young master from a family was joking with him. He felt a little relieved and stretched out his hand: "Give me the money back!"

"Give it back to you?" The young man threw the silver, "Don't you have a lot of silver? You always reward others, and you'll be rewarded with this silver!"

"Bring you back?" Yang Qiuchi smiled reluctantly. The money is in the hands of others. It seems that it is not okay if he doesn't do it. However, this child's weak appearance can throw her over with any finger. However, he is a newcomer and is not familiar with the place. It is better not to cause trouble. Say good things to her and not do it: "Okay, kid, I, Yang, have made you a friend. You leave one piece and give me the rest back. This is OK!"

"I actually gave me rewards, of course I just gave them all. I was not as stingy as giving me a small piece!" The boy squeezed his eyes and smiled evilly.

A piece of broken silver was still too small, which made Yang Qiuchi laugh and cry: "Who are you? Why do I want to give you so much money?" He turned to look at the waiter, and saw him timidly hiding behind and looking at the boy, as if he was very afraid. He asked: "Hey, waiter, do you know this kid?"

The waiter nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the boy's face full of coldness. He quickly shook his head again, not daring to say anything.

Seeing the waiter in the shop, Yang Qiuchi stared at the boy with confusion. The boy smiled: "You don't even know me, you just came here, right?"

Yang Qiuchi was about to answer when the puppy behind the boy let out a wail, scratching the rope on his neck desperately. The boy frowned and pulled the rope in his hand. The puppy fell out, flipped up and wanted to scream, but couldn't scream. He stuck out his tongue and looked at Yang Qiuchi miserably.

Yang Qiuchi frowned. Seeing the boy abused a puppy like this, he was a little angry and didn't care whether he was causing trouble: "Why are you torturing a puppy? Let it go!"

"Haha, you are the old man, why should I ask me to let go of this puppy? It's not yours!" The boy said, wrapping the rope in his hand around his fingers and shaking it around.

Yang Qiuchi was too lazy to talk to him, so he reached out to grab the boy's hand holding the rope. The boy smiled and did not move. When Yang Qiuchi's hand was about to grab his arm, he turned his wrist and pointed at Yang Qiuchi's elbow. Yang Qiuchi's half body was like a divination, sour and numb. He took a few steps back in panic, shocked, and the words in martial arts novels flashed through his mind - pointing acupoint!

Could it be that this young man can point acupoints, but he just feels that his right hand is sore and numb, but he can still move, and it is not much like the legendary acupoints. Could it be that he is not good at learning skills and cannot touch the other party? Or maybe he is pointing his own acupoints, deliberately making him sore and numb instead of being unable to move?

The young man laughed: "Is it fun? This is just a little punishment for you. Who told you to meddle in other people's business and not be serious about it?"

This young man knows martial arts skills. Judging from the waiter who is afraid of him, he can conclude that this young man should be a child of a wealthy family in the county town and has been spoiled. It seems that he is not capable of fighting and can only win by wisdom.

Yang Qiuchi smiled and raised his thumbs up: "Good kung fu! It's really rare for a young boy to have the cultivation level of yours!"

The young man smiled and said, "It's useless to flatter you. You gave me this silver. Thank you!" He grimaced proudly, took out a small embroidered purse from his arms, put the pieces of broken silver into the purse, then put it back in his arms, shook his head, and turned around to leave.

Yang Qiuchi laughed: "What is this little money? I really have never seen the world!"

"What? You country bumpkin dares to say that I have never seen the world!" The young man looked cold and walked towards Yang Qiuchi, reaching out to grab him.

Yang Qiuchi took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly: "What does it look like if a man or a woman teaches and receives a kiss without kissing her, and how can she touch her feet?"

The young man was shocked: "How do you know I am a woman?" This sentence is like admitting that she is a girl. The young man turned to stare at the waiter: "You said it!" The waiter quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Miss, how dare I? You have seen it here all the time. I haven't even opened my mouth, so why do you say it."

Miss? This girl is indeed a good girl.
Chapter completed!