PDLP Chapter 80 This code is quite unique.
Chapter 80 This code is quite unique.
The group was shocked by the 'more than a dozen carriages' that Wenwen mentioned.
"Wen'er, your third aunt thinks this is a bit... inappropriate."
"Little sister, do we really need this much?"
"Little sister, how much does this cost?"
Wenwen patiently explained, "Third Aunt, we don't need them now, but we definitely will in the future. There are many of us in the family, and a dozen or so cars will probably be just enough. Besides, we have money."
The Luo family's money is still money, so why not use it?
The group swallowed their doubts and focused on making the most of the time.
Wei led them through several blocks to a street where the scent of wood could be smelled from afar.
"This street is full of timber businesses, and there are a few carriage shops in the innermost courtyard. They have both expensive and cheap ones."
"Let's go in and take a look."
Wenwen was clearly a little excited. Browsing around the antique car dealership and feasting her eyes was a good idea.
Just like shopping at a car dealership, you have to visit one brand after another and compare prices.
Wenwen had no experience in buying a carriage, so she left everything to the other three to decide.
Adhering to the principles of saving money and practicality, the group managed to gather a total of eighteen carriages from several shops. This number made the shopkeepers beam with joy, and they all offered to give away small items from the shops as gifts.
Wenwen wasn't one to be greedy for bargains. After searching around, she spotted two slightly wider old handcarts and two old boxes in the corner, and of course, she paid the discounted price.
After paying the money, the group discreetly exited through the back door of the shop.
Once we reached the main street, another round of wandering began.
Wenwen looked at the sky and said, "Third Aunt, let's go to the South District."
She remembered her second aunt telling her, "The shopkeeper only returns to the shop when it's completely dark."
At this time, it was not yet dark; night had just fallen, and there were still many people on the streets.
As I walked along, all the restaurants and shops were packed with people, as if no one was going home to eat.
Following the crowd, the group arrived at the entrance of the Yonehara Ishiho as darkness fell.
The black characters on the plaque of the Miyuan Stone Boat are grand and powerful, written with bold and vigorous strokes.
Looking inside from the doorway, Wenwen saw that it truly lived up to its name; everywhere she looked were stones—large, small, exquisite, and strange—all on display.
Inside the shop, a few people were talking loudly around a large rock.
As Wenwen and her companion stepped across the threshold, the shop assistant, quick to notice, hurriedly came forward, "Gentlemen, what would you like to order?"
"just looking around."
"Alright, please feel free to call me if you need anything, sir."
Wenwen walked slowly through the shop, looking at the stones and wondering who this shopkeeper was. Her second aunt had specifically asked her to come here to find him.
The shop was really spacious. The group walked around and looked around. When they returned to the front of the shop, the people who had been discussing stones had left. Apart from them, there was only the shop assistant at the counter, fiddling with an abacus.
"Sir, do you have a stone that catches your eye?"
Wenwen's curiosity could no longer be contained. She looked at the shops on both sides of the street, where the lights were already on.
Looking at the sky again, it was completely dark, which had met my second aunt's first requirement.
He thought to himself, "The manager should be back by now. Could it be that this waiter is the manager, or that the manager is hiding in the shadows, watching the front of the restaurant?"
Wenwen remembered her second aunt's instructions: exchange the secret signal only when it was completely dark.
She approached the counter and immediately said, "Brother waiter, I want to buy rice, gem rice."
"Huh? Buying rice?"
The waiter was stunned by these words, but he didn't say anything harsh.
"You flatter me, sir. This is Stone Boat, we only sell stones."
"Yes, this is the Stone Boat. I'm buying gemstone rice."
Wenwen persisted, adding, "How could there be none? Isn't your name 'Rice Stone Boat'? How could you only have stones and no rice?"
The waiter looked troubled and shook his head. "We really don't have any rice. Sir, why don't you go to West Street? Maybe you can find some there."
In fact, Wen Chengjian and the others were also quite surprised when Wenwen spoke. They only knew that their second aunt had asked them to deliver a message, but they didn't know what it was. Now that Xiao Er suggested that they leave, they were a little angry.
Several people came over to chime in.
"Waiter, what do you mean?"
Are you trying to kick us out?
Wenwen quickly stopped her brothers from helping her, as they hadn't said anything harsh; they were just offering suggestions.
"Waiter, are you looking for the manager? Is he here?"
"The shopkeeper is not here."
Just as the waiter finished speaking, someone suddenly entered from outside the door.
"Hammer, I'm back. Huh, it's so late, and there are still customers."
The waiter hurriedly explained, "Shopkeeper, you're back! These gentlemen said they wanted to buy 'gemstone rice,' but I told them we only sell stones, not rice. You see..."
The manager of the Mihara Stone Boat was dressed very richly, tall and thin, with a goatee and an ordinary face, and he smiled.
"It's alright, you go home, leave the rest to me."
"what?"
"let's go."
With the shopkeeper's permission, the waiter turned and left.
Wenwen looked at the shopkeeper, trying to glean something from him, but unfortunately, he was too ordinary, and she didn't know why her second aunt was so insistent.
The shopkeeper looked at the people in the room one by one and stroked his beard.
"Esteemed guests, I am the manager of the Yonehara Ishiho. May I ask what business you have with me?"
Wenwen remembered her second aunt's instructions, silently recited the code several times, and began to perform without hesitation.
"Are you the manager of the Yonehara Ishiho?"
"That is indeed me."
"Buy rice, Gemstone Rice."
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment before answering, "Sir, we have as many as you need. Rubies or sapphires?"
Hey, this shopkeeper really doesn't play by the rules.
Fortunately, my second aunt had reminded me, "This shopkeeper has a habit of distorting other people's words first. You can talk nonsense with him for a while, and when he gets impatient, he will start to use the secret code."
She was genuinely curious about who had come up with this code, so unique and so eccentric.
Since the shopkeeper is going to beat around the bush with her, let her talk nonsense. She'll find a chance to come back to the point later.
"Ruby and sapphire are nothing special, I want cat's eye."
"We don't have cat's eye stones, but we do have a piece of sky-mending stone. Are you interested, sir?"
Is it the piece of sky that Nuwa used to mend?
"What do you say?"
"I'm not interested in that piece. I'm interested in the one in Baoyu's mouth. Do you have it here?"
"Ah, in your mouth?"
The shopkeeper was a little slow to catch up. Why was it different from what he had imagined? He wondered where Ye Jingyi had found such a doll that could go around in circles.
"The only stone you can eat is rice. Do you have any?"
Wenwen circled around and came back, then asked again, "Buy rice, Gemstone Rice."
The shopkeeper glanced at the group, hesitated for a moment, and then answered in a low voice, "Stone, Mihara Stone."
"Black rice, white rice, and red rice, all cooked in one pot."
"Yellow stone, green stone, red stone, one hammer blow."
"One pound of rice, one pound of stones, stewed in one pot."
After saying this, Wenwen tried to purse her lips, but her shoulders were still shaking.
She really wanted to complain. Who designed this secret code? What was all this nonsense? It was so bizarre and insane.
She almost burst out laughing as she spoke. If she hadn't remembered her second aunt's instructions to listen to the last sentence, she would have already been laughing her head off.
Wenwen stared at the shopkeeper, hoping he would finish quickly.
The veins on the shopkeeper's forehead throbbed. He swallowed hard, his mouth ready to open, clearly about to answer.