The young apprentice went to report, and soon the young apprentice and a middle-aged man wearing a gray long gown came in. The middle-aged man was holding a small scale with a copper rod and copper plate, which was very delicate, and the scale rod was full of dense golden stars.

  "Hello, young master. Im the boss of this humble inn. I dont know how much you plan to spend, but our inn guarantees a fair price for both old and young, with no cheating. The price is honest." The boss was somewhat stout, with a round face and big ears, giving people a sense of trust at first glance.

  When Xiao Er went downstairs, Mu Yang had already returned to his home and brought the gold ring he had prepared in advance. At this time, the other party asked, Mu Yang directly took out the jewelry box from his pocket, opened it and handed it over to the boss.

  The boss took the jewelry box, carefully examining the gold ring, a thousand-footed golden ring, butterfly-shaped packaging, modern craftsmanship made absolutely beautiful. Looking at such a beautiful ring, the boss couldnt help but feel happy, this is more valuable than that little yellow fish, such a beautiful thing, just right to give it to his mistress in a few days, also good to get some joy.

  "Ill just weigh it," he said, picking up the delicate scale and placing the ring on the small copper plate. After fiddling with it for a moment, he said, "The total is 8 grams. I suppose that weight is acceptable to you, young sir?"

  "No problem, lets just calculate it based on this weight." Actually, the ring was 8.17 grams when I bought it, but in this era there is no electronic scale, so a little less is a little less.

  At this time, the boss picked up the ring and smelled it again, probably to identify it himself. Then he said to Xiao Er: "Go to the cabinet and get 8 silver dollars for the gentleman." Xiao Er nodded and went downstairs with a thud, and soon came back with a thud, handing the boss a paper package. The boss put the paper package directly on the table and said: "The price of gold fluctuates at any time, but its roughly one or two gold is 30 big silver dollars. Now the money house is this price, 8 grams of gold is 8 silver dollars, absolutely no pit you, count and see."

  The paper package was opened after the boss put it down, revealing a few silver dollars. There were only eight taels in total. Mu Yang directly picked up one and handed it to the boss, "This is for the shop expenses, well replenish when its used up."

  "That young master can rest assured, by the way, have lunch in the hall later, our store will send you a table of dishes. To be honest, the craftsmanship of this ring is not bad, its a pity to sell it as gold, but the rules of the money shop are not to make jewelry, only gold. However, I quite like this ring and plan to collect it myself, so Ill send you a table of wine and dishes, you can go down and eat later." The boss was also an honest person, saying these few words before leaving.

  Ive just arrived and dont understand the rules of the Republic, so Ill just lose a bit. This boss is still pretty good, I reckon if you went to a pawnshop, theyd dare to give you two silver dollars to get rid of you.

  Lying in bed feels so comfortable, even a hard board is much better than a tent outdoors, this is the life.

  What he needs to do now is to observe the situation and then look for opportunities to take action. If he acts rashly, he may put himself in a dangerous position.

  After observing this room, theres nothing special about it. It doesnt face the street. When you open the window, behind it is a row of low-rise residential houses. The building isnt very high and behind it, theres also a short wall. You can jump out from the window, making it convenient to bask in the sun or do things at night.

  Muyang rested in his room until noon and then went downstairs to the hall, where there were already several tables of guests scattered about.

  "The young master has arrived, please sit down this way. Ill let the kitchen know to serve you." The waiter led Mu Yang to a table near the back and wiped it clean with his shoulder cloth before carefully pouring him a cup of tea.

  Today, the young waiter helped the boss make a deal to exchange rings for cash, and the boss directly gave him a silver coin as a reward. The inns gold exchange business was already profitable, and with the good quality and beautiful appearance of the Moyang ring, the inn owner was delighted and rewarded the young waiter. The young waiter would naturally be more diligent towards this customer who brought him rewards.

  Its just a table of wine and dishes, but its four dishes and one soup plus a pot of millet wine. Its just such a meal, and its also the best table in the hall. Other guests mostly eat one or two dishes with a bowl of rice or a piece of pancake.

  But Moyang was wearing a Zhongshan suit, and at first glance, he looked like an intellectual. These rural people showed understanding of Moyangs extravagant behavior of ordering a table of dishes for himself.

  He ate and drank by the window, feeling contented and pleased. The taste of the dishes was not bad, these days he had been dealing with them hastily, at most when he returned to his home in modern times, he would stir-fry a tomato and eggs, which was already an improvement.

  After finishing their meal, Mu Yang began to observe the people in the hall. On the left side, there was a table of four people who looked like small merchants from their clothes and speech. They should be traveling merchants. The four of them ordered two dishes and ate rice, it seems that their conditions are not bad.

  A little while ago, there were two diners at a table, wearing long shirts, and it was unclear what they did. They ordered two dishes and a pot of wine, occasionally speaking in low voices or clinking glasses to drink a toast.

  At the door not far away, there was a middle-aged man and a girl. The middle-aged man was about 40 years old, wearing a white chequered shirt. The girl wore light-colored clothes with red flowers printed on them. What caught peoples attention most was that the girl had two big braids, shiny and smooth, obviously carefully maintained every day.

  When Mu Yang looked up to observe the crowd, the girl also lifted her head and looked at Mu Yang. The two happened to be facing each other, with their eyes meeting. The girls big eyes were very spirited, paired with her goose egg face, and the bulging body under her floral shirt, giving Mu Yang a sense of appreciation.

  Unconsciously, a smile appeared on Mu Yangs face as he nodded at the girl. His mind was still stuck in modern times, and he gave her a kind smile, which was very ordinary. However, he overlooked the difference in eras. After he nodded, the girl quickly turned her head to the side, no longer looking at Mu Yang.

  The smile on Muyangs face stiffened, and then he smiled awkwardly to himself, picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

  "Get me a table, bring up some good dishes, hurry up." Suddenly, a Japanese soldier wearing a military uniform and a military hat walked in from the entrance, with a pistol hanging on his waist. After entering, he loudly shouted in poor Chinese.

  The entire hall suddenly fell silent, the four merchants who were laughing and chatting earlier all lowered their heads to eat their rice, not making a sound. The two men in long shirts also stopped talking, casting a hidden glance of disgust at the Japanese officer before starting to eat their food.

  It was that girl, after seeing the Japanese officer come in, first lowered her head to eat the food in her bowl. After the Japanese officer sat down, she secretly lifted her head and stared at the back of the Japanese person with her big eyes. Only after being pulled by the middle-aged man did she lower her head again.

  The little servant hurried forward, wiping the table and pouring water, while saying in his mouth: "Mr. Miyamoto, what do you want to eat today?"

  "Give me a roast chicken, a four-joy meatball, and give me two side dishes to go with it." The Japanese man said in stiff Chinese.

  "Are we drinking today?"

  "I wont drink anymore, I have a task to complete this afternoon and cant afford to be drunk, or Captain Yamada will punish me."

  "All right, Ill bring it up for you." He said and backed out.

  This was the first time Mu Yang had observed a Japanese person at such close range. Of course, this didnt count in modern times, as there were many Japanese exchange students at Beiwai, and meeting them was normal. But in the Republic of China era, this was the first Japanese military officer he had seen, aside from the two Japanese soldiers at the county gate, and he was only two tables away, a distance of about four or five meters.

  Suddenly a thought rose up in Mu Yangs mind, whether he should kill him directly here, but soon dispelled this thought.

  He didnt rush back to his room either, and slowly ate the meal while observing the Japanese peoples situation, and at the same time, he was thinking deeply about his own thoughts.