These shops are either full or reserved.

There are no more rooms left.

Duanmu Yawang had no choice but to retreat, no longer look for it on the street, but in a more secret place, try to find some more ordinary inn.

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

There are not many people.

They searched for a while, found a room that looked good, and walked in.

There were no people in this inn. Duanmu Ya looked around and didn't see anyone who looked like a guest. The whole inn was quiet, and it felt unpopular.

However, the smell here is very good.

"Huh~"

Duanmu Yawang took a deep breath, and said to the old man: "Why is there a fragrance of plants here?"

"I don't know."

The old man's eyes were also looking at the surroundings here. The layout was very ordinary, but it was quite clean, and the stools and tables in the hall were very freshly polished.

Judging from the appearance, this shop is extremely comfortable.

However, it's just too unpopular.

There is not even a sophomore.

Duanmu Yawang was also looking around. She looked at the cleanly wiped table and chair, but moved forward and touched it. There was no dust at all.

She reached out and knocked, and the sound of the wood was very crisp.

The wood is crisp, and these stool tables are at least 90% new.

"Who!"

Perhaps after hearing the noise, someone from the dong dong dong came down from upstairs, "Are there any guests here?"

"Yes." Duanmu Yawang responded.

"Boom boom boom~"

The sound from the stairs was loud and anxious, and there was a resounding echo from the entire inn.

When the inn Duanmu Yawang and the old man came in, they found that there were only three floors. However, I don't know if it was Duanmu Yawang's illusion. The man ran away more than two floors.

By the time he came down, it was already a while.

What came down was a person who looked like a little Er. He was wearing a normal black coarse cloth. He was draped with a white towel on his shoulders like other Xiao Er. When he saw Duan Mu Yawang and the old man, Xiao Er hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with enthusiasm. The two asked them in: "Two guest officers, please come in quickly."

Duanmuya's mouth twitched, "Aren't we in the inn right now?"

"Oh oh oh, yes, there are customers coming, the young one is too happy and too nervous." Xiao Er patted his head and asked enthusiastically with a smile: "Do you want to live in the room, or just ordinary?"

The old man moved his eyebrows and glanced up the stairs, "You still have a room here?"

Before Xiao Er had time to answer, a warm and hospitable, loud voice came from behind them: "Of course, there are people who can come to our arrogant streets, but they are not ordinary people. Generally, where are the rooms used to live, even if we are small In the inn, going to the room is also a must!"

Duanmu Yawang and the old man looked at each other, and when he looked back, he suddenly saw a chubby, short, fat and white middle-aged man coming in from the door.

He laughed as he talked, because his eyes were small and there was too much flesh on his face. Such a smile really squeezed his eyes into two lines. At a glance, he couldn't see anything except the two lines!

Duanmu Ya looked up and raised her eyebrows, feeling that it was also a realm for her eyes to smile like this.

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 Xiao Er and said: "You go back to the kitchen and make some tea to greet the guests."

"Okay!"

Xiao Er responded happily, then walked to one side, and the door of a room flashed in.

This floor is made of wood. It's really interesting. It's dong dong dong wherever you go.

Duanmu Yawang thought about it, stepped on the ground twice, and found that when he stepped on, there seemed to be no such bang-dong-dong sound...

Just as Duanmu Yawang was about to think about it, the shopkeeper's gaze hovered over Duanmu Yawang and the old man, and asked: "The two guests can decide? Is it going to a room or a normal room?"

"Let's have two rooms to go to." The old man glanced at Duanmu Ya and said, "Can you agree?"

"I'm OK."

"Okay!"

As the store owner said, he walked towards the side table, Duan Mu Ya looked at it for a moment, and asked, "What kind of remuneration do we have to pay for staying in the store?"

When the store heard this, he paused for a while, and then happily responded: "We can't compare to the inn outside here. We only need 20 gold ingots per person a night."

"Twenty gold ingots a night per person?" Duanmu Yawang's eyelids twitched. Changfeng Pavilion was the best place she had lived in. There were more than ten gold ingots a night.

And this broken place is similar to the inn of Ye shopkeeper on Fuyun Street. Shopkeeper Ye’s place is only half a gold ingot with food and accommodation for a day. He actually needs twenty gold ingots here.

Of course, she didn't think this number was too big, on the contrary, it was somewhat different from her imagination.

She originally thought that these places were so profitable that they would sell a hundred gold ingots or something. Didn’t Ning Xiu and the others also say that they need to bring a lot of gold ingots to work?

"Yes, how many nights are you two staying?"

The store walked around to the other side of the table, and while talking, he skillfully took out two paper-like objects from the drawer of the table, then raised his eyes to Duanmu Yawang and the old man: "Do you two live on the second or third floor?"

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

The old man glanced at Duanmu Yawang and answered.

Duanmu Yawang had no opinion on the old man's decision.

"Okay."

The shopkeeper responded, and then took out a small red round box from under the table, opened it, and Duan Mu Ya took a look and found that it was red inkpad.

When she was thinking about what the shopkeeper would do with this, the shopkeeper pushed both the inkpad and the two pieces of paper to Duanmu Yawang and the old man, raised his face and smiled: "Please also both of you please press a fingerprint here."

I don't know if the shopkeeper is because he has to laugh frequently as a shopkeeper, or for other reasons, the smile on his face has never stopped, and his eyes are two lines from beginning to end.

Duanmu Yawang and the old man each pinched the paper, and then found that the paper was blank.

"The shopkeeper, there is nothing on it, why do we need to press our fingerprints?"

The shopkeeper smiled, and his chubby fingers pinched the box of red ink pads and pushed them forward, while instructing them to print their handprints while explaining: "We hold on to the street and stay in the store. This is the proof of your stay in the store. "

Duanmu Ya looked at it, raised her eyebrows, glanced at the old man, put the paper back quietly, and shared with him, "Grandpa, I remember, when we went to another home, those who just Those who go in and prepare to stay in the store don't seem to have this item?"