The female shopkeeper didn't come forward to talk, she silently wrapped up each set of skirts that Qinghu took off, and let her enjoy the fun of shopping.

The female owner knows what kind of customers will walk into her store.

Every piece of clothing in the store is sewn by herself, and the bottom of her hands is heartfelt.

Qinghu likes her clothes, which shows that the two have the same heart.

One buys and one sells, there is no need for words between the host and the guest, and there is a way to communicate with each other.

"A total of forty-three thousand nine hundred fire jade coins." The shopkeeper packed all the clothes and quoted the price.

This price is not low, and an ordinary family of three can't spend so many fire jade coins in a year. Rao is girl from the City Lord's Mansion, Qiu Shen, was also frightened by this shopping ability.

Qinghu took out a 100,000 exchange ticket: "Can you use it directly?" Or do you want to redeem? ”

"There will be a loss if you use it directly, I will charge you 50,000 fire jade coins, and I will find you 50,000 to redeem the ticket, is it okay?" The shopkeeper replied with a smile.

"Yes." Qinghu nodded, she was in a good mood.

"Please wait a minute." The shopkeeper opened a hidden side door, thinking that such a large amount of fire jade coins would not be placed directly outside.

Halfway through the door, Qinghu saw a snow-colored robe.

In the dim room, the pure white robe exuded a jade-like smooth and clean robe, which was a kind of irrepressible and natural brilliance, which continued to be released calmly.

Qinghu was a little stupid for a while, and she remembered that person.

Guardian Lord.

The guards have always been dressed in white, and they are spotless.

It was a black-and-white god-sama. Dressed in white, his skin was as white as snow, except for his eyes, curled eyelashes, and brocade-like hair.

"That," the female shopkeeper was about to close the door and come out, Qinghu pointed to the robe and said softly, "That one, do you want to sell it?" ”

"Not for sale." The female shopkeeper still closed the door, "I'm sorry girl, it's not for sale." ”

"What if I must buy it?" Clear Lake insisted.

"Girl," the shopkeeper looked at Qinghu's slightly flushed face and unnatural breathing rhythm, not understanding why she was so excited, "I'll be honest with you. That dress was picked up, how can it be sold for money. ”

"Picked up?" Qinghu was a little surprised: "Where is it?" ”

"Outside the West Gate." The female shopkeeper recalled, "Just yesterday, my younger brother came back from a shopping trip, saying that he had picked it off a big gourd. I thought it was really good, so I took it and took a look, but I still don't understand what kind of material it is..."

Gourd.

Qinghu remembered the fat gourd with a carved face. Her family's guards are...

And this side...

She took out another 100,000 fire jade coins and pushed it to the female shopkeeper's hand, her eyes looked straight at her, and her voice was gentle but could not be refused: "Sell it to me." ”

The female shopkeeper was caught off guard by Qinghu's generosity. After a while, she put a 50,000 exchange ticket on it, pushed it back to Qinghu together, smiled, her lips were red and her teeth were white: "It seems that the girl has lost your clothes, and the goods are returned to their original owners, how can you still collect money." You wait, I'll take it for you. ”

Qinghu took the robe wrapped by the female shopkeeper, and saw that she refused to accept the redemption no matter what, and no longer insisted. She bowed deeply and received the kindness of the shopkeeper.

Qinghu returned to the carriage and decided to go to the reed sheng butler to see the situation of the gourd boat.

It may be that they go out too late, or they spend too much time shopping, and by the time they get to the west gate, it is already dark.

However, thinking that there are still nighttime activities, Qinghu is happy to join in the fun.

The gourd boat on the water, after all, is the brainchild of her and the guards. She didn't hand it over for no reason, but carefully calculated, and she wanted to witness it with her own eyes.

When it got dark, it was no longer suitable for boating. But the people who are in high spirits are reluctant to disperse, which is what Qinghu has long considered, so there will be a scene in front of him.

Piles of campfires burned, and stalls of hot tea and snacks and roasted meat were set up on the side. Men and women sat around the fire, singing or dancing, or laughing and amusing themselves.

This tidal flat outside the city, which has always been uncared for, has become so lively and bright.

Qinghu was very pleased, she found a fire to sit on, she didn't want to be a bystander, she wanted to feel it for herself.

This group of people is actually telling ghost stories.