Chen Ziqi has never seen Mr. Luo work so hard. In his impression, Luo Yunsheng has always been an idle and wild crane who is indifferent to fame and fortune.
This person can leave the prince's homework for the sake of enjoying the flowers and the moon. He can fight poems with people for three days for a pot of fine wine. He doesn't care about the emperor's restraint and rides a donkey.
Now, if it is said that the person who stood on the street and rolled up his sleeves and bargained with others was the great poet Mr. Hailou, he would probably not believe him after killing Emperor Tiande.
There are about 300 shops on the east and west main streets, and half of them are unowned, so Chen Ziqi put it under his own name and asked the governor to write a transitional document, and he would pay a few taels of silver symbolically. .
"My lord, what do you want this shop for?" The governor was a little puzzled. This shop in Jianyang City could not be rented out at all, so it has been idle and no one wants it.
"You'll know in a while," Chen Ziqi mysteriously carried the governor's chest with his elbows, "Don't say that I don't take care of you, my lord, these three rooms are for you, take some, it will be useful ." From the stack of house deeds, he took out three of the more remote ones and put them in the hands of the governor.
The governor held the three thin house deeds and was confused.
If it is true as the governor said, the shops in Jianyang City are very cheap, ordinary ones only cost 22 taels, larger ones can be bought for 30 taels, 50 taels for a two-story building, and 100 taels for a three-story high-rise building. This is the price set by Mr. Luo after several inquiries, and most people are scrambling to sell it.
You must know that in the prosperous capital, a shop on the main street, at least three hundred taels of silver can be sold.
These shops are basically ancestral properties, and some people were once rich and noble. There are 20 large shops on East Street, which belong to a family surnamed Hao. According to the information found in the government office's dossier, there is only one strong-aged man left in the family, named Hao Dongxi, who is now working on the farm in Changjianmen.
Hao Dongxi’s ancestor was a wealthy family in Jianyang City. He opened a weapon shop, mainly collecting swords and knives made by Jianyang blacksmiths and selling them to various places. Later, Jianyang fell, and his house was in a terrible state. It was looted and only the twenty empty shops remained.
"Dongxi, when is your daughter-in-law coming?" After a morning of farm work, a few middle-aged men sat on the ridge to rest and looked at Hao Dongxi jokingly. The young man looks more like Zhou Zheng. Although he doesn't have the roots to practice martial arts, he has a lot of strength and is a good worker.
Those of them who do long-term labor for the sect farms can barely make ends meet. They have no hope of marrying a daughter-in-law at all. I heard that someone told Hao Dongxi about a relationship. Everyone is envious, even a little jealous, and they have to ask it every day. .
Speaking of this, Hao Dongxi, who had no spirit in the first place, became even more frustrated, "retired."
"What?" Everyone looked at each other, and quickly asked the reason.
The day before yesterday, a matchmaker came to the door and said that the woman could find someone at home, and she could not get married if the characters did not match. But yesterday he found out that the family wanted to give their daughter to a disciple of Changjianmen as a concubine, and they had already received their deposit.
"Hey, I don't think you are poor." A group of poor boys sighed. People who were jealous of Hao Dongxi at the moment also became depressed. Among them, the most handsome can't marry a daughter-in-law, do they still have hope
Hao Dongxi thought about his elderly mother and younger siblings, and covered his face sadly. No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to save much money, and he just scraped by every day. Whose girl would marry him to suffer
"Hao Dongxi, a distinguished guest is looking for you." The farm steward came over and called him.
Which nobleman is looking for a long-term worker? Hao Dongxi didn't know why, so he slowly followed the steward to the main hall. When the gentleman in the Confucian shirt handed him the transfer document, Hao Dongxi still felt that he was dreaming.
"You mean, do you want to buy all the twenty shops?" Hao Dongxi confirmed again in disbelief.
"Yes, it's our prince who wants to buy it," Luo Yunsheng nodded. The scattered small shops were all assigned to the rest of the prince's mansion to buy them. For the more bulky ones, he came over in person to avoid mistakes, "Do you think How much do you want, give me a price."
Hao Dongxi was bewildered and wiped the sweat beads from his palms on the worn jacket. Having worked as a long-term worker for many years, he did not know the current land price, but he also knew that the shop in Jianyang City could not be sold at all, otherwise he would not be a long-term worker here.
This kind of situation is not uncommon for Luo Yunsheng in the past few days, and he immediately understood, and he took the initiative to say, "You know the current land price in Jianyang, the shops are not worth much, and the prince's house is kind and kind, and he will not treat the people badly, so he will definitely I paid a flat price. The ones I bought from others are basically 22 taels. In your shop, there is a three-story building, and that can be charged at 100 taels. Nineteen single rooms, one small building, a total of 100 taels. Four hundred and eighty taels, if you think you can, sign it here."
Four hundred and eighty taels... Hao Dongxi is a little confused, three coins can buy a stone of rice, nearly five hundred taels, how many meters is that...
"The lord wants a shop, just take it, the little one doesn't dare to accept the money." Hao Dongxi came back to his senses and fell into a panic of falling pie from the sky. The world is so chaotic, and he has no ability to protect himself. With so much money, he can only wait for his family to break down.
"You can move to Jianyang City to live. Now the people from Changjianmen and Dianjianmen are patrolling the city day and night, and no one will dare to rob you of your money. If you don't worry, the money will not be given to you until you arrive. Jianyang, take this note and go to Jian Wang's mansion to pay the money." Mr. Luo patiently wrote the arrears document and handed it to Hao Dongxi.
Confused for a whole day, Hao Dongxi didn't say anything after returning home. He got up early the next morning and went to Jianyang alone.
Before the city gate was opened, there were already people waiting outside. Hao Dongxi squatted aside and quietly observed these people. Some are farmers selling vegetables, some are hawkers doing business, and there are people passing by. The sun rose, and the city gate opened with a bang. There were two guards with swords standing at the door to check. After a closer look, they suddenly jumped. Isn't this the disciple of Changjianmen
Due to the lack of manpower, Chen Ziqi went to the two sworn brothers to ask for some disciples to come over and form a patrol battalion, responsible for guarding the city and patrolling the city, and each person was given five taels of silver every month. Ordinary disciples in the small sect can only get 2 taels of silver per month, and 5 taels of silver is a lot for them, and they are eager to come to work.
There was no uniform uniform for a while, so they all wore the clothes of their own sect, and they looked very mighty, at least they could quell some gangsters and unpopular Jianghu people.
He didn’t need money to enter the city. Hao Dongxi entered Jianyang smoothly and walked around Dongxi Street. He saw someone cleaning up the ruins of West Street. He leaned over and asked. Vendors set up stalls. A group of people wearing daggersmen's clothes, with daggers around their waists, walked slowly through the street, led by a hapless man in black.
Although it looks unfortunate, but the momentum is awe-inspiring, and at first glance, it is a master. The master glanced at Hao Dongxi, as if he was estimating whether he was a gangster who wanted to pick quarrels and cause trouble, so he quickly lowered his head in fright.
"My lord!" The black-clothed master suddenly stopped and led a group of people to bow their heads and salute.
Hao Dongxi raised his head quietly, glanced at him, and saw a young man with a noble temperament, waving his hand with a smile in his eyes, indicating that everyone would be exempted from the ceremony.
"We came out to eat small wontons, would you like a bowl?" Chen Ziqi smiled and said to Wu. There are too few manpower available at present, so Wu Wei can only take the patrol battalion first to survive this period of time.
Wu Wei glanced at the palace master behind Chen Ziqi, got a cold stare, and immediately shook his head into a rattle, "No, no, my subordinates have eaten."
Then, Hao Dongxi saw the young prince, pulling the man behind him who was wearing a red dress that was not as beautiful as an ordinary person, sat on a small wonton stand that had just been set up, and happily ate wonton blunt. No one came to trouble the wonton stall, and the vegetable sellers around him were also calm. Hao Dongxi's heart was like a boiling soup pot. home run.
Chen Ziqi took a sip of the hot soup, sighed comfortably, and threw a few copper plates to the stall owner. The owner of the stall was a little embarrassed, "My lord, the little one receives monthly money, which is not easy to collect." It was none other than the chef of the palace.
Chen Ziqi glared at him, the cook didn't dare to say more, and secretly put away the money happily. The lord asked them to come out and pretend to be hawkers. The utensils and materials for the stalls were all from the palace, so they were making money in vain. How could he be unhappy.
"That's a good way of yours." Dan Yi didn't like pork, so he just drank the soup slowly, looking at the people on the street who were full of inquiring eyes, and couldn't help but smile. His Qiqi is really getting more and more capable.
"People are panicking, don't calm them down, when will Jianyang City become lively." Chen Ziqi pouted, took out a green rice cake wrapped in a silk hijab from his sleeve, and handed it to Dan Yi.
"This is..." Dan Yi took it and took a bite, the fragrant taste of bamboo and rice spread on the tip of his tongue in an instant, making him unable to restrain the corners of his mouth. He knew that yesterday Chen Ziqi quietly ordered Tu Buxian to go to Guiyun Palace, and Diao Lie agreed to this matter, so he didn't care, he didn't expect to go to get bamboo rice.
"I've been starving for the past two days. Just bear with it, we'll return to the Cloud Palace after the weapon shop has been dealt with." Chen Ziqi stretched out his spoon and took all the wontons from Danyi's bowl into his own bowl.
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"Shopping List of Guiyun Palace"
Bird Attack: Double Eleven is coming, what do you want to buy
Blue River Snow: pearls, gems, silk satin
Elder Mu: wooden hammer, chisel, small axe
Diao Lie: Razor, pliers, pluck
Qi Qi: I've been attacking
Bird attack: ah da~
Mr. Luo: Then I'll buy dog food QAQ