The breeze lives inside.

The atmosphere in front of a counter where a long line had formed was a bit awkward.

A scholar in green clothes, carrying a box and a sword, felt around in his arms and took out ten exquisite and small spirit stones.

"Sister, can you give me a small change?"

The scholar said with a bright smile.

"I will give you eleven spirit stones."

The beautiful woman doesn't buy it.

Seeing that the "beauty trap" didn't work, Zhao Rong's smile froze.

He looked back at the team behind him.

My goodness, there are already eight or nine people waiting, especially the one behind him, who is a man with a hooked nose, sinister eyes and fierce expression.

Zhao Rong trembled slightly with fear.

"Sister, if we go to Xiaoyaojin instead, can we save one lower-grade spirit stone?"

"I'm sorry, sir. Our ticket price is one low-grade spirit stone for every two stops. You will need to pay eleven spirit stones when you disembark at Xiaoyaojin."

"Ahem, is there a lower class cabin?"

"I'm sorry, sir. The ferry at Qingfeng Pavilion only has ordinary cabins and VIP cabins."

"Will you accept the gold? I have some on me..."

Before Zhao Rong could finish his words, the beautiful woman behind the counter with a formal smile gently shook her head.

Am I going to die before I even accomplish my mission?

Zhao Rong looked gloomy.

In fact, he had another way. He could go to the third floor and pawn some of the relics left by his mother. In this way, he could not only get enough money for the boat ticket, but also have a lot of extra spirit stones.

But Zhao Rong never thought in this direction at all.

It’s not that I don’t know, but that I don’t want to.

Part of his mother's belongings was given to Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, and part was left to him.

He had already asked Zhao Kuo to sell some of his share. Now the remaining items were all important items with special significance. He really couldn't sell them anymore, otherwise he would be unworthy of being a son.

At this moment, something strange happened in the team behind them.

"You poor, broke bastard, get out of my way!"

"Don't occupy the toilet without taking a shit!"

Zhao Rong's eyes turned cold when he heard this. He turned around and found that the person shouting was a young man in brocade clothes with an impatient look on his face.

Although the first floor of Qingfengju is very large, the voice of the young man in brocade clothes is louder and can be heard by everyone in the room.

The guests who were queuing around, taking a tea break, or preparing to go upstairs all cast their eyes over here.

Seeing that he had become the focus of the people around him, the young man in brocade clothes casually unfolded the folding fan in his hand, gently waved it, smiled indifferently, stared at the poor man who dared to turn around and look him in the face, and said sarcastically.

"Has Qingfeng Pavilion fallen to this point now?"

"What kind of mess are you putting in there?"

"So now you are not doing business anymore, but opening a charity?"

Zhao Rong just glanced at him for a while and didn't look at him again.

He bowed apologetically to the onlookers around him and turned away.

No longer pay attention to the person shouting behind you.

Seeing Zhao Rong ignoring him, Lin Qingxuan got furious. It was fine that he had been suppressed and looked down upon by his brother who studied at Siqi Academy since he was a child, but today he was ignored by a poor guy who couldn't even afford a boat ticket? !

He closed his fan with one hand and was about to speak again, but an old servant behind him pulled his sleeve.

"Master, he seems to have a relationship with Linlu Academy..."

Lin Qingxuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he noticed the flag behind Zhao Rong's bookcase. His face froze, but he immediately smiled contemptuously.

"Tsk, how can the scholars of Linlu Academy not even have this little spiritual stone? They can make a fortune just by picking up a pen."

"This poor guy is probably just using a tiger skin as a banner. Aren't there many people like him in the mountains and hills every year?"

"Besides, even if he has some connection with Linlu Academy, so what? Does that mean the academy can be unreasonable?"

At this point, he thought of his brother who always used moral principles to pressure him, and always looked at him with a condescending look.

All scholars should die!

"You're occupying the toilet but not doing anything, wasting everyone's time, and you don't want to be scolded? Even if a teacher from the academy stood in front of me, I would still say..."

"You are a poor, poor, and pretentious person!"

As Lin Qingxuan said the last three words, he would tap Zhao Rong's head from a distance with the folding fan in his hand.

After he finished speaking, he raised his chin slightly, calmly opened the folding fan, gently fanned it, and felt very refreshed.

The people around had different expressions.

Some people gloated over others' misfortune, some nodded in agreement, some watched coldly, and some turned and left.

When Zhao Rong heard the words coming from behind him, he didn't say anything. He prepared to take back the Xuan card and go out to think of a solution.

The beautiful woman behind the counter secretly sighed, thinking what strange guests there were today. However, although the young man in brocade clothes liked to stir up trouble and was domineering, she still agreed with some of his words.

You're using the fake banner of Zhang Linlu Academy to bully others? I almost believed you!

Go to Linlu Academy? Oh, I guess it's just like those scholars who flock to the academy every year, and they'll be turned away and fed up.

If you don't have money, don't waste my time! Cultivation is a battle against fate, and time doesn't wait for me. If it weren't for earning some contributions to the sect, she would not be willing to leave Qingfeng Pavilion and come here to be a steward full of the smell of money.

But when she thought of her own performance, she glanced at the poor scholar in front of the counter who was probably about to run away after his face was pierced, cleared her throat, and spoke softly.

"If you have no money, why don't you try to write some poems? Our shop is willing to provide some pens and ink for you to try. Even if your masterpiece is not convenient for us to accept, there may be customers who are discerning and like it. It's better for you to write something pleasing. Maybe the customers will be happy and give you a low-grade spirit stone."

In fact, Qingfengju has encountered this situation before, or many businesses on the mountain will encounter it. Some Confucian scholars who are short of money will try to exchange poems for spirit stones.

However, this was usually proposed by scholars. This time, when the beautiful woman saw Zhao Rong was about to leave without saying anything, she was a little surprised and wanted to call him back and let him try.

After all, the great Dao of Heaven and Earth seemed to particularly favor Confucian scholars. Once the new poems created by the scholars were qualified and recognized by Heaven and Earth, then the paper and ink carrying the poems would immediately be able to accumulate the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth on their own and transform into a treasure that would benefit the monks on the mountain in their practice!

However, this situation is very rare. Qingfengju has never encountered this situation in all the years since its establishment.

Would a scholar who could write a good poem be short of this little money? Any poem written on the top floor costs one high-quality spiritual stone! The beautiful woman thought so.

However, every few decades there would be a story on Wangquezhou Mountain about a down-and-out scholar who happened to write a poem of good quality in a business somewhere, and the monks on the mountain would then talk about it with relish for a while.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong stopped walking and looked up at the beautiful, smiling woman. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a teasing voice behind him.

"This beautiful sister is right. Don't run away so quickly. You poor people don't have any money, but you have a lot of sour water in your stomach. Why don't you spit some out for me to see?"

"If you can amuse me, I might even give you some spirit stones out of my fingers. Wouldn't that be more than enough to buy you a boat ticket?"

"Puchi." A young girl in green with a youthful face in the crowd couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, as if she was tickled by something Lin Qingxuan said. Seeing everyone's gazes on her, she stuck out her tongue and quickly hid behind her companions.

Zhao Rong still pretended that Lin Qingxuan didn't exist. He paused, pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said to the beautiful woman, "No need."

Oh, a spirit stone is worthy of me writing poetry?

Zhao Rong reached out and took back the ten spirit stones that had been lined up on the counter.

Lin Qingxuan smiled brightly.

The beautiful woman smiled indifferently.

The girl in green felt a little bored.

The onlookers prepared to disperse.

Suddenly, a dark, skinny hand stretched out from behind Zhao Rong and placed something next to Zhao Rong's hand.

That is a spiritual stone.