Xia Xi doesn't know wood. She hears, "I'm afraid you and I can't do it. I'll call someone else."

Mr. Zhang didn't know much about pine either. For fear of buying it badly, he asked Xia Xi to go with him. Listening to her, he nodded, "that's the best."

Xia Xi goes to Qin Liang and says that he wants to buy wood. Qin Liang asks Ang Lee to follow him. "He knows all kinds of wood very well. Xia Niang is at ease."

Three people did not wait for the start time, then took a carriage out of Pingyang County.

Master Zhang drives the carriage, in which Xia Xi sits, and Ang Lee sits in the carriage of the villa.

The pine market is in Qingyang County. Although the two counties are adjacent to each other, the county seat is fifty or sixty miles away. It's already past noon to find out about the timber market.

There are few people in the wood market. There are a few sporadic people walking around.

As soon as master Zhang's carriage arrived at the market gate, it was warmly welcomed by the people in front of the door. "Master, what kind of wood do you want to buy? Poplar, willow, cypress, pine... We have everything."

It's cold. There are not many places to use wood. It's not easy to sell wood. The market is full.

Master Zhang stops the carriage outside the market, and Xia Xi comes down from the carriage.

Seeing that it was a woman who didn't dress very well, the wood seller was stunned for a moment, and then he was disappointed.

Seeing Mr. Zhang driving his carriage, he thought he was a big customer. Unexpectedly, he was just a humble woman. Maybe he could not sell a few pieces of wood, but it was better than none.

The man who sold the wood tried to cheer up. Just as he was about to say hello, he was stunned when he saw Ang Lee coming down from the carriage.

Ang Lee has been in the capital for a long time. Although he is a craftsman, he is well-known in the industry. On weekdays, he comes into contact with high-ranking officials and dignitaries. His body is stained with some noble atmosphere. Coupled with his clothes, it seems that he is not an ordinary person.

The man who sold the wood hesitated for a moment, and his attitude became warm again. He was very enthusiastic. "Come in and have a look. We can discuss what kind of wood you like."

As he spoke, he beckoned his men to come and bolt the carriage aside.

The three followed him in. The wood seller couldn't figure out what they were buying, so he pointed to the first pile of wood and said, "this is willow. It's one of the best. There's no other one in Qingyang County that can match it."

Just as Xia Xi was about to speak, Ang Lee coughed with his mouth closed. He turned his back and went to the side of the wood. He reached for the wood and examined it carefully.

Xia Xi and Zhang Ye didn't understand, so they didn't speak.

Looking at piles of wood, it took a long time to get to the pine.

Ang Lee looked more carefully this time. He looked at every piece of wood below. He touched it with his hands, even lowered his head to smell it with his nose. He also looked at the tree rings carefully. Then he stood up, clapped his hands and said, "this pine is OK. How can it be sold?"

People who sell wood have long been worried to see that they only see but don't buy. When Ang Lee finally asked, they were very pleased. "You have a good eye. This is my best wood. I don't know how much you plan to buy?"

Ang Lee stretched out his hand and said, "all of these."

The man who bought wood almost bit his tongue, and his eyes suddenly widened. He couldn't believe it and asked again: "you said you wanted it all?"

No wonder he is so excited. The price of pine wood is expensive. Ordinary people can't afford it. There are few rich people. He has been in the market for more than two months and hasn't sold any of it. He is worried about it.

Ang Lee cunningly replied, "if the price is right, we'll all buy it. If it's not right, we'll see something else."

The man who sold wood was willing to let go of such a big customer. He said, "it's suitable. It's definitely suitable."

"Let's talk about the price."

The man who sold the wood made a gesture to ask, "the price is good. It's freezing outside. Let's go inside and sit down and talk about it slowly."

Three people with him into the house, someone brought tea up, with good tea, leisurely tea fragrance.

Ang Lee picked up the tea cup in his left hand and lifted the lid of the cup in his right hand. He took a sip of the tea and praised, "good tea!"

The man who sold the wood saw that he liked it and said with a smile, "this is the good tea I've collected for several years. If you like it, I'll bring some back to you later."

Ang Lee waved his hand and put down the tea cup. "It's not necessary. Just lower the price of wood for us."

"That's for sure. Here's the number."

The wood seller held out three fingers.

"Three liang?"

Asked Ang Lee.

The face of the man who sold the wood was stiff, and he laughed twice. "You really know how to make a joke, thirty-two sides."

"It's expensive!"

Ang Lee said directly.

The man who sold the wood looked bitter. "I'll tell you the truth. The price of this batch of wood is only 26 Liang. Plus the freight, it's 28 Liang. It's really not expensive for me to sell you 30 Liang. I don't even earn my own food."

Ang Lee knew the market very well and didn't want to talk nonsense with him. "I'll give you a price of twenty-six Liang. If you agree, load the car immediately and send it to us. No, we'll go to another place to have a look."

"Don't, don't, don't..."

The man who sold the wood was still dying. "Let's discuss it again."

Ang Lee said, "there's nothing to discuss, just the money."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the wood seller gritted his teeth and patted his thigh, "OK, I'll make a friend with you. If you need wood in the future, just come here."

"Easy to say."

Zhang Ye and Xia Xi have a look at each other. Ang Lee looks at Han Han's thick, but he is still a master of bargaining. One side of wood is less than four Liang, which can save hundreds of Liang.

Mr. Zhang took the money ticket and paid the money in front of Xia Xi and Ang Lee. The wood seller went out and ordered people to load the truck. Xia Xi gave Ang Lee a thumbs up, "you are so awesome."

Ang Lee said with a smile, "it's up to you, lady Xia. These pines are the best. They're better than the ones I bought in jingchengli. But they're small places. They give me a lot of twenty-six Liang. He must make a profit. People in business say that."

These Xia Xi also know, but if let her bargain, she certainly can't kill four Liang silver.

With that, he picked up the tea cup, drank a few more mouthfuls of tea and praised, "it's really good tea. It seems that the boss is good at business."

It was half an afternoon after the wood had been loaded.

Mr. Zhang led the way with his carriage, followed by Ang Lee's carriage and firewood carriage.

More than a dozen cars, magnificent and magnificent.

However, before he got out of the county, he was stopped. He was tall and strong, wearing a black brocade cotton padded robe and holding a wooden stick thick and thin.

Behind a row of more than a dozen people, individual tall, holding sticks.

As soon as people on the street saw them, they were scared to hide as far as they could.

The leader's stick was gently tapping on his left hand, but he was unreasonable. "I said, I want to pass here without paying the street tax?