"Brother Yu is not allowed to leave. Now you have fairy tea in your hand, why don't you need to give me two bottles of me today no matter what," the old man who called Duke Qian jumped out the first time, and even the name became much more intimate.

"Not bad, it's made by my disciples of the Immortal Family. I can also enjoy the fairy spirit after waiting for a few cylinders. When Brother Yu makes it, I will naturally support you!"

"If Brother Yu leaves today, we will be the enemy of life and death with you!"

"If you don't leave five, six, seven or eight tubes, you can't get in and out today!" Another middle-aged Confucian scholar who looked elegant and elegant was squeezed out of his anxious hat.

Seeing the angry crowd of people all over the room, they were rubbing their fists and grinding their palms as if they were about to rush up to fight, Yu Wuya twitched slightly, and sighed helplessly, put down the package and bowed, "Everyone, don't be excited, these few tubes of fairy tea are too precious, Wuya really can't bear it. Ten days, at most ten days, everyone will have a share at that time..."

"No!" Yu Wuya was interrupted before he finished speaking. The middle-aged Confucian scholar who squeezed out his hat rushed up with his hair and grabbed the package and said excitedly: "If you don't say it for ten days, I can't wait for one day. Today, Brother Yu won't leave these few tubes of fairy tea. I swear not to give up with you. Are you right?"

"Yes, that's so fucking right?"

An impatient group of cultural people even swear words.

As the saying goes, hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated.

At present, there are more than 20 people in the room, which is almost the most educated group of people in Nanyang County. However, in order to leave behind all the reputations of these few immortal teas, they began to act like hooligans together.

While clamoring, Yu Wuya finally sighed and surrendered, opened the package again and said with a wry smile: "It seems that if you don't leave a few tubes today, you won't let Yu go. Well, there are seven tubes here, each tube has half a kilogram of tea. Please see how to divide it. If you don't have a few days to divide it, Wuya will go to Funiu Mountain to see if you can find the disciple of the immortal family..."

"Brother Yu is so good. Don't argue, go back to your seats." The middle-aged Confucian scholar breathed a sigh of relief and asked everyone to go back and sit down.

The room became a bit strangely quiet.

Everyone stared at the tea leaves in a row, and then they began to stare at each other. There were twenty-three people with seven tea leaves. Well, that little lady didn't count. She hadn't drunk a cup of tea in front of her yet. It can be seen that she was a target that didn't need to be considered. How do you divide the twenty-two people now?

"Everyone!" After a long time, the Duke of Daoqian spoke slowly, "There are few immortal teas but many people. Although they do not worry about the few but the unevenness, today's situation will definitely not be able to gain. Therefore, I suggest that the distribution be based on the order of the elderly and the young!"

"What Mr. Daoqian said is very true!" An old man named Ban Lazi, who was a few years younger, quickly agreed.

"No, no, although we are much younger, those with virtue in the immortals can take charge of them. How can we be orderly in the old age!" A young Confucian scholar was immediately dissatisfied.

There are only seven tubes of tea. If it is distributed according to the grade size, it is obvious that only a few old men will take advantage of it. You can respect you in normal times, but when things are good, respecting you will be a second-hand man. Moreover, it is not the same faction, so you cannot be allowed to give up.

"Yes, the order of the elders is important, but virtue is also more important..."

"Dao you dare to say that I am not virtuous?" Daoqian was furious and glared at the person who was speaking just now.

"In the present, can those who say that the elders and young dare to claim virtue?" The other party was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with white face and black beard, and looked a bit romantic and elegant, but he was aggressive when he said it.

"I am not in harmony with you..." Mr. Dao Qian jumped up and rolled up his sleeves.

"Are you afraid of you?" The middle-aged man also slapped the table and glared.

Since ancient times, literati have been despised, and there is no first in literature or second in martial arts. These cultural people are naturally polite when they meet, but now they are willing to tear each other apart for these few tubes of tea. Anyway, everyone always looks down on each other in their hearts. An old man in the mountains and fields dares to speak out loudly, and relying on his seniority to be a shameless person is unethical.

"Two, don't fight!" The person next to him quickly smoothed out the situation.

When Yu Wuya saw that the scene was out of control, he quickly stood up and said, "Everyone, Yu is not considering everything today. Please sit down for the time being!"

After the two of them snorted and sat down, Yu Wuya continued with some confusion: "There must be fairy tea, so you don't have to worry about this. We inherit the knowledge of our ancestors and practice the Zhou rituals. We should be gentlemen. Don't hurt the harmony of this. Since it is difficult to distribute, Yu can only use the easiest way to make the fairy tea go to a place."

“What method?”

"Although fairy tea is priceless, we ordinary people can only adopt the method of goods market. What do you think?"

"Of course, this method is the most fair! But I don't know how valuable this can of tea from Brother Yu?" After a while of silence, someone asked.

"You are all famous scholars from Nanyang County. Too Gao Yu is suspected of making profits, too low and cannot demonstrate the value of immortal tea. I think this jar is temporarily priced at 1,000 yuan. What do you think?" Yu Wuya lion spoke up and quadrupled the price Chen Xu had given him.

"Brother Yu is indeed kind and righteous. The price is very reasonable. I bought it all!" Mr. Dao Qian, who had just jumped up and wanted to fight, announced the buyout before others could speak.

After a silence in the room, it was like a volcano explosion. Countless people slapped the table and got up. The middle-aged man who was about to fight with the old man just now even smashed the bamboo cup in his hand at the old man, and scolded angrily: "Do you have virtue? How dare you bully me and wait for no money!"

"Old man Daoqian, you are too much!" More people rolled up their sleeves and accused them angrily.

Seeing the room getting confused again in an instant, the girl sitting alone in the seat was overjoyed and excitedly swung her fist: "Blow it, beat him, beat him up!"

However, this fight still did not start. After a quarrel, everyone reached an agreement that one person could only buy one can at most, and one thousand yuan was just the lowest price. The bidding method was adopted, and the higher the price was obtained.

"I'll pay two thousand dollars!" Although Mr. Dao Qian was thick-skinned, his money bag was obviously thicker, so he doubled the price when he opened his mouth.
Chapter completed!