Except for pawn shops, no one will say good things except pawn shop-related people. And rice shops can be roughly measured based on quality and bad evaluation.

When I came to Liaoji Mixing, the storefront was not big. Like most shops in this era, there were shops in front and warehouse workshops in the backyard.

Chen Yuansheng entered the pawnshop and said directly to the clerk, "Is your shopkeeper here?"

"Are you?" The guy didn't dare to neglect the dress of a scholar, so he asked quickly.

Chen Yuansheng did not pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, and he brags about himself. He said directly, "I want to talk to your shopkeeper. Is it convenient to hear about Daming for a long time?"

"I'll ask you this!" After saying that, the guy turned around and ran towards the inner courtyard.

Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a headscarf and a loose robe slowly walked out of the inner courtyard.

"Are you looking for me?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

"Yes." Chen Yuansheng replied.

"What's the matter with me?"

"I want to buy some rice."

"The rice shop is all rice, why bother to find me?"

"There is really a hidden secret, so I can only ask Brother Liao to come out."

"No money?"

"I don't have money, but I have this." After Chen Yuansheng said that, he squeezed out the golden beans from his belt and handed them to the middle-aged scholar.

Although scholars are unwilling to talk about money, middle-aged scholars are also businessmen after all. He took the gold, looked at the gloss, pinched the soft and hard, and asked the guys beside him to take it to weigh the weight.

After the guy finished measuring, he whispered a few words to the middle-aged scholar. The middle-aged scholar said, "This golden bean weighs one or four cents, and the price is 1,500 ounces. How much food do you want to buy?"

Chen Yuansheng, who had become a middle-aged scholar, looked at the wooden sign inserted in the grain and pointed to the rice and asked, "I want to buy four stone rice."

The middle-aged scholar looked at rice, looked at Chen Yuansheng, looked up and down, and said without mentioning the price of rice, "There is a poetry meeting in Daming Lake in the middle of the moon. I wonder if my brother can come. This is the largest poetry meeting at the intersection of Jinghunan, Jinghubei, and Jiangnan West Roads."

Chen Yuansheng searched his memories and found that he remembered a lot of Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his mind. He nodded, "Brother Liao invited me, how could I not leave?"

The middle-aged scholar laughed a few times, took out an invitation from his cuff, "I'll wait for my brother at that time."

Just as the two were chatting, a few loud noises suddenly came from outside the store.

The guy came in in panic and whispered a few words. The middle-aged scholar arranged for other guys to carry rice to Li Bo’s car in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the rice had finished moving, he said to Chen Yuansheng, "My brother, I have something to deal with for you."

Chen Yuansheng said a few words of politeness and followed the middle-aged scholar with a little curiosity. He longed for any information about this era.

Outside the rice shop, a man dressed in a farmer fell to the ground and cried to the sky and the earth. When he saw a middle-aged scholar, he quickly crawled over and hugged his thigh and cried, "Serious man Liao, there is really no food at home. There are old people and young people. Can you borrow some food?"

His voice attracted the attention of many people, and the passing people pointed at him.

The middle-aged scholar named Liao Dashanren had a expressionless face and waited for a while and said, "Two dou of rice, ten out of ten and thirteen return."

"Thank you, Dashan Liao, Dashan Liao, you are my reborn parents!" The farmer holding his thighs thanked excitedly. His voice was so loud and his tone were exaggerated that people from far and near could hear it.

"Good Lord Liao is really a charity!"

"Yes, Liao Da Shanren is great charity!"

The onlookers were talking.

The middle-aged scholar came to his senses and saw Chen Yuansheng, he bowed slightly and said, "A farce makes me laugh. I frowned, are you confused?"

"Will the interest rate be too high if ten out of ten, thirteen return?" Chen Yuansheng asked.

"Ten out of ten, thirteen, and return to the high place? Others go out of nine out of ten, thirteen, and eight out of fourteen, and never borrow them! Who knows if the lent grain can be collected?"
Chapter completed!