Chapter 734

These stores are either full or booked.

There are no spare rooms.

Duanmu yawang had no choice but to step back and ask for a second. Instead of looking for it on the street, they tried to find some ordinary inns in some secret places.

There are few ordinary Inns here, and the conditions are really not very good.

Not many people.

They looked for a while, found a room that looked OK, and went in.

The inn was deserted. Duanmu looked around and didn't see anyone who looked like a guest. The whole Inn was quiet and didn't feel popular.

But the smell here is good.

"Hoo ~"

Duanmu yawang took a deep breath and said to the old man, "how can there be a faint smell of plants here?"

"I don't know."

The old man also looked around at the environment. The layout was very general, but it was very clean. The stools and tables in the hall were clean.

It looks very comfortable.

But it's just too unpopular.

Not even a dick.

Duanmu yawang was also looking around. She looked at the clean table and chair, but came forward and touched it. There was no dust at all.

She reached out and knocked. The sound of wood was very clear.

The wood is very simple. At least 90% of these stools and tables are new.

"Who!"

Maybe I heard a noise. Someone came down from upstairs, "is there a guest?"

"Yes." Duanmu Ya answered.

"Dong Dong ~"

The sound from the stairs was loud and urgent, and there was an echo from the whole inn.

When Duanmu yawang and the old man came in, they found that there were only three floors. However, they didn't know whether it was Duanmu yawang's illusion. The man ran more than two floors.

By the time he came down, it had been quite a while.

Down came the second mock exam. He was dressed in plain black coarse cloth, and on his shoulder he was wearing a white towel with other little two. He saw the duer and his old man, and the little two approached to greet him. He enthusiastically drove two people to the room. "Two, please quickly and quickly."

Duanmuya looked at the corner of her mouth and twitched, "aren't we in the inn now?"

"Oh, yes, there are guests coming. I'm too happy and nervous." Xiao Er patted his head and asked with a smile: "do you want to live in a room, or ordinary?"

The old man moved his eyebrows and looked up the stairs. "Do you still have a room here?"

Before the waiter had time to answer, a warm, hospitable and loud voice came behind them: "of course, those who can come to our street are not ordinary people. Where can we live in ordinary rooms? Even in our small inns, it is necessary to go to the room!"

Duanmu yawang looked at the old man, looked back and saw a round, short, fat and white middle-aged man coming in from the door.

He smiled as he spoke. Because his eyes were small and there was too much meat on his face, such a smile really squeezed his eyes into two lines. At a glance, he couldn't see anything except two lines!

Duanmu looked at her eyebrows and felt that her eyes could smile like this, which was also a realm.

She looked at the man: "you are..."

"I'm the shopkeeper and shopkeeper of this inn." when the man said, his round head turned to the waiter and said, "go back to the kitchen and cook some tea to greet the guests."

"Good!"

The waiter answered happily, then walked to one side and flashed in at the door of a room.

This floor is made of wood. It's so interesting. It's Dong Dong wherever you go.

Duanmu yawang thought so. He stepped on the ground twice and found that when he stepped on it, there seemed to be no such sound

Duanmu yawang was about to think about it. The shopkeeper's vision lingered on Duanmu yawang and the old man and asked, "can you decide whether to go to the room or the ordinary room?"

"Let's have two rooms." the old man looked at duanmuya and said, "do you agree?"

"I have no problem."

"Good!"

As the shopkeeper said, he walked to the table on one side. Duanmuya looked at it and asked, "what kind of remuneration do we have to pay for staying in the store?"

As soon as the shopkeeper listened, he paused for a moment, and then replied happily, "we can't compare with the inn outside. We only need 20 gold ingots a person a night."

"Twenty gold ingots a night?" duanmuya's eyelids jumped. Changfeng Pavilion is the best place she has ever lived. There are more than ten gold ingots a night.

This shabby place is similar to the inn of shopkeeper ye in Fuyun street. With food and accommodation, shopkeeper Ye is only half a gold ingot a day. He actually wants 20 gold ingots here.

Of course, she didn't think the number was too large. On the contrary, it was a little different from her imagination.

She thought that these places made huge profits and would offer a hundred gold ingots. Didn't Ning Xiu also say that gold ingots need to bring a lot to work?

"Yes, how many nights will you two stay?"

The shopkeeper walked around to the other side of the table, said while skillfully taking out two paper like things from the drawer of the table, and then looked up at Duanmu yawang and the old man: "do you want to live on the second or third floor?"

"Make a reservation for one night, on the second floor."

The old man looked at Duanmu yawang and answered.

Duanmu yawang has no opinion on the old man's decision.

"OK."

The shopkeeper answered, then took out a small red round box from under the table, opened it, Duanmu looked at it and found that it was red ink paste.

She was about to ask the shopkeeper what to do with this. The shopkeeper pushed the inkpad and the two pieces of paper to Duanmu yawang and the old man, raised his face and said with a smile, "please press a handprint here."

I don't know whether the shopkeeper wants to smile frequently as a shopkeeper or for any other reason. The smile on his face has never stopped, and his eyes are two lines from beginning to end.

Duanmu yawang and the old man picked up the paper respectively, and then found that the paper was blank.

"Shopkeeper, there's nothing on it. Why should we press our fingerprints?"

The shopkeeper smiled. His chubby fingers held the box of red ink paste and pushed it towards them. He motioned for them to print their fingerprints and explained: "we hold the street recklessly. We have to press the fingerprints when staying in the store. This is your proof of staying in the store."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, picked her eyebrows, looked at the old man, put the paper back quietly, and whispered to him: "Grandpa, I remember when we went to other homes, those who just went in and prepared to stay in the store didn't seem to have this item?"