Ten miles of peach blossom groves and everywhere with curls of sandalwood is the place for a pawn shop.
From a distance, I saw two female clerks in the store. A man wearing a green dress and silk hair was lying on the table, playing with the abacus, and there was a rhythmic sound of "pap-tat-tat". At first glance, it was "Lian Jiazi" - that was Bai Shu. The other one had just walked out of the back room with a fat cat in his arms. What was tied around his waist was not some precious white jade, but a bunch of bronze keys - they were Zi Tan.
This is a pawn shop, you can pawn anything, as long as you have it.