Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

After waiting for Zhao Qishan for a long time, I saw him come back.

"What did you buy?" Han Yingxue asked curiously.

Tell him to say that he went out to buy things, but he didn't see him come back with the things.

"Nothing!" Zhao Qishan smiled.

He hid the things in his chest and could only give them to Xueer tomorrow.

"It's nothing you've been here for so long?" Although Han Yingxue was a little puzzled, she still called Zhao Qishan to get on the car: "Let's go back soon!"

"good!"

Before a few people got into the carriage, they saw an old man running over.

Panting, he rushed to Zhao Qishan, grabbed Zhao Qishan by the collar, and said, "You thief, you took things from my house, and you haven't paid me any money yet!"

Thief?

Han Yingxue stared blankly at Zhao Qishan, did he steal something?

Zhao Qishan's face darkened, and he said mercilessly, "I didn't steal it!"

"You stole it, it must still be on your body!" The old man said, searching Zhao Qishan's body.

"Found it!" The old man took out a silver hairpin from Zhao Qishan's chest. "Look, he still said he didn't steal it?"

"Give it back to me!" Zhao Qishan said coldly, snatching the silver hairpin from the old man's hand.

"Bandit, robber, isn't this a blatant robbery?" The old man cried a little.

Han Yingxue frowned, pulled the old man and asked, "Old man, what's going on?"

"This guy, stole something from my store! Didn't I chase it out? You also saw the silver hairpin in his hand, which belonged to my store, and now it was snatched from me. It's unreasonable, no Heavens..."

Several black lines appeared on Han Yingxue's forehead. The old man didn't look like he was lying.

But, will Zhao Qishan steal things?

Even if it was stolen, why did he steal the silver hairpin? Give it to her? Or give it to another girl?

"Zhao Qishan, the old man said you stole something, did you steal it?" Han Yingxue asked.

Zhao Qishan and Han Yingxue looked at each other, with a faint smile on his lips, he asked back: "Xue'er, do you believe I stole it?"

Han Yingxue was taken aback.

Even if everyone believed that he stole it, she couldn't believe that Zhao Qishan stole it.

Han Yingxue shook her head firmly and said, "I don't believe you stole it!"

The smile on Zhao Qishan's lips deepened.

It was enough for Xue'er to trust him like this.

"However, why did this old man insist that you stole his things? What's the matter with the silver hairpin in your hand?"

"I bought this silver hairpin!" Zhao Qishan explained. "Old man, I paid you the money, why do you say I stole it when I go out?"

"Oh? Have you already paid?" the old man scratched his head. A little uncertain, maybe I forgot again.

"I paid you the money just now. The copper plates are tied with red strings. There are seven hundred coins. One string is five hundred coins, and the other is two hundred coins. You took the two hundred coins and put them in your purse. If I don't believe you, look at your purse." Zhao Qishan pointed to the purse hanging on the old man's waist.

The old man took it off and saw that it was still there. It was indeed a string of 200-wen copper plates strung together by a red string.

"Huh? Did I remember wrong again?" the old man said to himself.

Apologetically, he said to Zhao Qishan: "Young Master, I'm really sorry, the older he gets, the more confused he becomes!"

"nothing!"

"Haha, sorry for the trouble, sorry for the trouble, then I'll go first!"