Zhou Wulang carried a box into the house, opened it for Man Bao to see, and said cheerfully, "Four hundred taels, how about it, isn't it great?"
Man Bao touched a large ingot of silver and asked, "Fifth brother, I counted it, and the total silver in the room is six hundred and twenty-five taels, which is more than I expected."
"It's not what you said, just open the price at a high price, and let them lower the price?" Wu Wulang said: "I talked with the steward of the palace several times, and I bought the pot of chrysanthemums for two hundred and forty-five. Two, Chang'e went to the moon and sold it for three hundred and eighty taels. As I said, that flower is very rare, and there is only one pot in the whole Dajin."
"The pot of ancient roses that I took out in the afternoon was golden yellow. Their eyes lit up when they saw it. When I saw it, I asked for a higher price. In the end, it was suppressed to four hundred taels."
Man Bao was speechless, "Three potted flowers are more valuable than our family's annual grain production."
Bai Shandao: "It's best not to spread such things, otherwise there will be more people planting flowers and fewer people planting land. However, if you spend too much, it will be worthless."
Bai Erlang raised his head from the dim sum, and said vaguely: "Who would be so stupid to use the grain land to grow flowers?"
Bai Shan glanced at him and said: "Money touches people's hearts. A pot of flowers can be sold for four hundred taels. With the current grain price, four hundred taels can buy forty thousand bushels of grain. That is to say, one pot of flowers can be exchanged for forty thousand bushels of corn. You Say they would rather grow flowers or grow food?"
Bai Erlang: "What's the same? It's not like just a pot of flowers can sell for four hundred taels, like those ancient roses brought back by Man Bao. This is the first time I've seen or heard of them when I grow up."
Bai Shan: "You know, but ordinary people don't know it. They only know that someone sells flowers, and a pot sells for four hundred taels."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, and was about to express his agreement when Man Bao said, "Oh, stop arguing, it's not just now that rare flowers are expensive, they have always been there in ancient times."
"Bluegrass, peony, one or two taels of cheap ones, and thousands of taels of expensive ones can be sold. The annual flower festival is very lively, and I have never seen anyone grow flowers on the land that grows grain. In this world How many people can buy these flowers at a high price? It’s not a rich businessman, a gentry, or a powerful family,” Man Bao said, “This kind of flower business can only be done once or twice. For the same flower, you sell the first time. Three times, the guests will come to the door."
Mr. Zhuang stopped talking.
Bai Erlang said: "You sold twenty pots of white peonies before."
"That's because I only sell twenty taels. If I sell more than two hundred taels, see if I'll sell a second pot." Man Bao pointed to the flowers on the porch outside and said, "Look, I'll buy them." None of the pots of flowers that come back are exactly the same. Either the types are different, or the colors are different, but they are different anyway.”
Everyone looked out and found that it was true, and there was a moment of silence.
"So what kind of thing that planting flowers encroaches on the grain-growing land will not happen in the homes of ordinary people, it will only happen among flower farmers."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but nodded slightly.
Wu Wulang didn't understand these things, he only cared about one thing, "Where do you want to keep so much money, is it safe to keep it in the house?"
"It's very safe. Didn't I just take the money from the house for you?"
Zhou Wulang thought about it, so he picked up the box and said, "Okay, I'll take you to the house."
Man Bao happily went back to the house with Zhou Wulang.
Man Bao opened the previous cash box, picked out the scattered twenty-five taels and handed it to Zhou Wulang, and said generously: "Fifth brother, this is for your hard work."
Wu Wulang took the silver and said: "Is it a bit too much? Did you pay enough for the flowers? How much did you spend for the flowers?"
"It took a lot, but I also made money, and I made a lot of money. Will I do business that doesn't make money?"
Wu Wulang thought so too, after all, the reserve price they set was there, so he accepted it with peace of mind.
"Then I'll go back to the restaurant first."
"Go back, don't you stay and have dinner with us?"
Wu Wulang said: "The restaurant is the busiest in the evening, I have to go back and help them."
Man Bao sent him out and asked, "How is the business of the restaurant these days?"
"It's a bit weaker, but with regular customers, the income is okay. Anyway, it looks a little better than the nearby restaurants."
Man Bao nodded, "Take your time, it will be fine after a long time."
Wu Wulang asked in a low voice, "How many years do you think our family can do?"
Man Bao is still very confident in their reversal of the case, so he said: "I want to do it for a few years."
Zhou Wulang laughed, patted Yaomei on the shoulder, drove his family's mule cart out, greeted Liu Gui and others, and left.
Man Bao watched the fifth brother go away, and bounced back to her room. She touched the silver ingots in the box, felt their texture and weight, and happily received them in the system space.
Because the next day was the first day of the junior high school, the three of them had a rest, so it was rare for Man Bao to stay out of bed.
She didn't get up until the sun was high, and after eating breakfast, she wandered to the small garden to look for Bai Shan.
Bai Shan got up a little earlier than her, and was standing under a tree with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and reciting the book.
Man Bao quietly moved past him, then walked up behind him, and was about to scare him, when Bai Shan suddenly turned his head and yelled "Wow -", Man Bao also yelled "Ah -", Neither was intimidated.
Bai Shandao: "You are so childish, you are still playing with this at this age."
"You didn't concentrate on reciting."
"You don't even look at where the sun is shining. I saw your shadow when you got behind me."
Man Bao looked down and it was true. She looked around and asked, "Where's Bai Er?"
"Not up yet."
"I didn't see Mr. just now."
"Mr. said that there was a poetry meeting in Hanmozhai on the first day of junior high school, and new collections of poetry would be sold, so he went to have a look and went out early in the morning."
Man Bao found a piece of grass where the dew had been dried by the sun and sat down, and asked, "Then where do you want to go today?"
"I also want to go shopping in the street. Didn't you say you wanted to find a book last time? I just happen to want to buy a picture book. Let's go to the bookstore later?"
Man Bao nodded again and again, "Okay, okay."
As soon as the words were finished, Liu Gui came in quickly from the outside, bowed and said: "Miss Man, someone from Jishitang came, saying that the patient you were waiting for has arrived."
Man Bao asked lazily, "Who is it? The bastard I cheated on the day before yesterday?"
"No, it's the young master of the Yin family."
Man Bao's eyes lit up, he jumped up and ran, "Tell him to wait, I'll go get the basket right away."
Before the words were spoken, the person had already run away, Bai Shan put away the book and said to Daji: "Go get the car."
Daji agreed, turned and left.