Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Are you talking about Jinyu Building?"
Zhi’er’s eyes lit up, "That’s right! I almost forgot, good thing you reminded me."
The bank is a place for depositing and withdrawing Silver Coin.
"What are you going to do there?"
Zhi’er’s long eyelashes fluttered, as beautiful as a butterfly’s wings.
"My mom left something for me there, and Uncle Xu Lianzhou asked Zhi’er to fetch it."
Uncle Lianzhou said to find someone trustworthy to accompany and go together.
After considering it these past two days, Brother Ce is very trustworthy!
At the bank, Feng Fuce let Chu Ping and others wait outside.
He was pulled inside by Zhi’er holding his finger.
Inside the bank, high wooden bars divided out two windows.
On the left for withdrawing silver, on the right is the pawnshop.
At the moment, there weren’t many people inside the bank.
The shopkeeper was leaning over the counter, snoring away.
In his daze, he heard a little voice—
"Excuse me, can you exchange things here?"
The shopkeeper instinctively replied, "Yes, yes!"
He opened his drowsy eyes, raised his head and looked carefully.
Outside stood a cold-faced, handsome young man.
The shopkeeper was stunned!
The voice just now clearly should have been a little girl’s!
The shopkeeper looked doubtfully at Feng Fuce, politely asking, "Are you... going to pawn something?"
Before Feng Fuce could speak, the little voice spoke again, "Yes, yes!"
The shopkeeper was really startled now.
Lips weren’t moving, yet a voice could be heard!
Could it be, the ventriloquism martial arts from Jianghu!
The shopkeeper showed respectful awe.
He quickly took out a recording book, "May I ask, sir, what you intend to pawn."
"Not pawning, I have a piece of iron, to exchange for something."
After Zhi’er finished speaking, she found herself too short, even standing on tiptoes couldn’t reach the counter.
She had to stretch out her two little hands, "Brother Ce, hug~"
Feng Fuce bent down, picked the little milk bun up, and held her to the counter.
Seeing it was this little girl speaking, the shopkeeper couldn’t help but smile.
Nearly caused a mix-up!
The shopkeeper looked kindly at Zhi’er, "Little kid, what is your piece of iron?"
Zhi’er turned over her wallet and poured everything onto the counter.
Among them were uneaten candies and the tail of a cloth tiger.
Plus two rather valuable gemstones, as if casually stuffed in.
The rest, mostly golden beans given by Fourth Brother Bai Daoyan!
Seeing such a pile of gold, the shopkeeper’s eyes lit up.
This much must weigh about a whole gold coin?
Zhi’er, however, found the items she brought too many.
With her little hand, she pushed aside the clutter and finally found her piece of iron.
She handed it over, "Grandpa, Uncle said mom left something here, I came to get it."
The shopkeeper hurriedly took it, placing it in front of his eyes for a careful look.
Seeing the word "Jing," he suddenly remembered a mysterious woman from years ago.
She wore a veil then, but her exquisite features and voice like an oriole were clear.
The mysterious woman was very generous, paying five gold coins.
She requested that two items be stored here indefinitely.
She said her daughter would come with a token to retrieve them.
Back then, the shopkeeper was puzzled why, with so much money, she entrusted him with two seemingly worthless items.
"Here, little girl, these are the two things your mom left with us."
The shopkeeper handed over the items.
With round eyes, Zhi’er took a look.
One was an unremarkable, low-quality Purple Jade Pendant.
The other was even less valuable.
It was a peacock green pebble, round in shape.