Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Northland Qianliju!"

Father Xu smiled, his eyes fell on the face of the smiling horse market businessman, "Are you sure this is Beidi Qianliju?"

"Uh……"

The horse market merchant was a little confused in an instant.

Without him, Mr. Xu's smile was too unpredictable.

Those who do their job are most afraid of meeting people who know the goods.

Most people who buy horses can't tell the quality of horses at all. They just break with one mouth, and then hold two sentences and two praises. This person is dizzy and feels that he has become the Bole who knows the horses.

"Father, what, my horse, indeed, does have the blood of a horse from the Northern Territory, this, I will pack a ticket!"

The horse market merchant’s voice was much quieter.

He didn't dare to quarrel with Old Man Xu, after all, this horse was just an ordinary white horse. The only thing that can be figured out is that the whole body is white, and it has the same appearance as the legendary Zhaoye jade lion.

"Okay, then buy it!"

When Mr. Xu saw that the horse market merchants were not dead, he had to forgive others.

After all, it is not easy these years.

The horse market merchants do this business, which seems to be quite profitable, but if they are unlucky, they are likely to lose their money.

After all, Northern Xinjiang is not a peaceful place.

"The old man is open and bright!"

The horse market merchant was very grateful when he saw Old Man Xu's hand. After all, he is considered a lie, and Father Xu didn't pierce his painted skin, leaving him a face, which is exquisite.

In the end, a white horse that satisfied the third thief Xu was sold at an affordable price of twenty taels of silver.

The horse market merchant only received hard money, and Mr. Xu understood that the other party was giving it back.

While the old man Xu was busy going to the side to match the saddle, Mr. Xu chatted with the horse market merchant for a while, and agreed with him that if there is a really good horse, he will send it to the old Xu's house in Lingshui Village.

The horse market merchants went north and south, the news was naturally well-informed, and he knew the identity of Mr. Xu at once, and repeatedly said that if there is a good horse, he will send him to Mr. Xu as soon as possible.

...

When Mr. Xu drove the ox cart home, the merchant from Nama City appeared in an inconspicuous small courtyard in Anshun County.

"Five Lord!"

The horse market merchant respectfully saluted Zhao Rui who was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

"Something?"

Zhao Rui squinted her eyes and swept over with sharp eyes.

"Back to the fifth master, the one in Lingshui Village needs a good horse."

"Oh?"

Zhao Rui suddenly opened his eyes and became interested.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Where does the horse market merchant know what's going on, so they can only tell what happened in the horse market before.

"It's kind of interesting!"

"Then you can take care of it. After half a month, send him two good horses. Remember, there are two, no more, no less!"

"Yes, remember the little one!"

"Then go!"

Zhao Rui waved his hand.

The horse market merchant bowed and bowed and exited the courtyard.

Zhao Rui continued to drink tea, tapping his fingers on the bluestone table, not knowing what he was thinking about.

...

That night, Zhao Bingzhen of Sanhe Town also heard from Zhao Rui the news that Mr. Xu wanted to buy a good horse.

"My nephew has done a lot of work!"

Mr. Xu squinted his eyes, "Let people prepare two good horses, don't have too many, don't have less."

"By the way, those horses in my sister's dowry back then, are there any ponies now? Go and ask, if there are, get a docile one!"