Wang Chi lifted the bottom of the Yunxia Qianzhuang Silver Treasury, and it seemed that he intended to check his brother-in-law! What's going on?

Relying on power for personal gain has always been a taboo for imperial businessmen, not to mention that Wang Chi is still a new monarch, and he should attach great importance to establishing his own monarchial authority, so during this period, as an imperial businessman, he should be more vigilant and restrain himself. Otherwise, if there is the slightest disobedience at this stage of the new monarch's position, no matter what kind of relatives they are, they are likely to be regarded as a negative example of shocking the government and the opposition, and will be ruthlessly taken down and punished.

But His Majesty's move this time was inevitably too sudden, and even a little like an accidental idea.

As soon as his thoughts came to this point, Ruan Luo suddenly remembered the Qingchuan War that Wang Chi had told him about when he first arrived at the bookstore an hour ago, and he seemed to understand something. War is the most financially consuming thing in a country, and the Wei family is originally a big family that does not lack silver, and in recent years, they have enjoyed the marquis's ten thousand households, and the wealth of the family is indescribable, could it be that there is something wrong here?

"Young Master Ruan?"

Suddenly, there was a light call, and Ruan Luo was lifted out of his distracting thoughts, Ruan Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that it was the thirteenth guard who was calling him, so he said, "What's the matter?" ”

"You just said that 10,000 taels of gold were exchanged for a fraction of these official banknotes, where did the rest go?" Although the thirteenth guard was a little suspicious of what Ruan Luo was thinking about, he was not good at intervening, but just completed his duties calmly, "Yunxia Qianzhuang will exchange the bill you issued into a large ticket for receiving 150,000 taels of silver, and then send the large ticket to the Hengtai Pavilion General Manager Pavilion for exchange, and the official banknote is worth 28,000 taels. The remaining 120,000 taels of silver are these six jade plates. ”

Ruan Luo quickly recovered the merchant's mind, and as soon as the Guard Thirteen finished speaking, he immediately said, "Where are the two thousand taels left?" What is the use of the jade medals exchanged for an average of 20,000 taels of silver? ”

"The purpose of the jade plaque is more complicated, to put it simply, it can be used to travel through the pavilion area below the Junwang Lodge. There are a total of six Junwang Pavilions in the Hengtai Pavilion District, that is to say, with this jade plaque as a reference, Ruan Gongzi can visit two-thirds of the Hengtai Pavilion District. Nothing to stagnate in. Thirteen explained to Ruan Luo as concisely as possible the main purpose of the jade plate of 20,000 taels of silver. But it was his turn to explain what the two thousand taels of silver were for. Instead, he hesitated. Then he said: "Two thousand taels, pack the nearest 'Yuwu Pavilion' from here." It's a great place to drink tea. ”

Ruan Luo listened to his explanation, although he had long known that the money spent here today would probably be repaid to him by Wang Chi after one night, but it was the first time he had played such a crazy game. He still couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth slightly. Two thousand taels can only be booked here. But left in Kyoto. Even the title deed with the table and chairs of the building are all bought out, and the value of a teahouse is so much.

For people who only have a house of gold and silver and no high-level status in the world, Hengtai Pavilion is really a good place to use silver tickets as firewood!

Thirteen noticed that Ruan Luo's face was a little wrong. Be cautious about saying more. couldn't help but glance sideways at Wang Chi. After getting Wang Chi's eyes, Thirteen immediately felt like he was amnesty, and hurriedly stepped aside.

"This bit of silver is used appropriately." Wang Chi looked at Thirteen and Ah Ping, who were already standing together, and said slowly: "You two will walk ahead, Thirteen and be careful, and the matter of spending money will be handed over to the two of you." ”

Thirteen and Ah Ping hurriedly responded when they heard this.

Ruan Luo heard Wang Chi's voice, and gradually regained his heart.

Except for a few independent courtyards, the guard rules in the Hengtai Pavilion area are generally strict on the outside and loose on the inside. The most troublesome formalities of the gate to Guò have been completed. After that, it will be much easier to walk. With a sigh of relief, Ruan Luo cast his gaze into the distance, focusing on the buildings in the museum area. Immediately afterwards, he saw a group of five people hurrying down a straight street in the museum area.

The four in the back of the five seemed to be dressed as guys in a restaurant and teahouse, and the leader was in Ruan Luo's opinion, the identity of the chief silver cabinet was obvious, and Ruan Luo usually dealt with this kind of person.

The five of them walked to Wang Chi, and the middle-aged man in silk clothes who looked like the head of the shopkeeper hurriedly bowed down and laughed, raised his fists and said respectfully: "Dare to ask, this is the old man Wang who came to Beijing to enjoy the spring, right?" ”

Of course, Wang Chi nodded, and secretly smiled that Yue Yu had not walked out of the palace, and the compilation work of the thirteen seemed to be more refined.

The identity of the visitor was confirmed. The smile on the face of the shopkeeper in the silk suit became even brighter, and he did not ask Ruan Luo's identity again. Instead, he made a "please" word to the right with one hand, and said preconceivedly: "It's the little shopkeeper of Yuwu Pavilion." With four guys, I came to greet the two distinguished guests. The floor in the pavilion is dusted, and the snow spring on the stove is slightly hot. ”

"Okay." Wang Chi smiled slightly, "The shopkeeper's courtesy is heavy." ”

Ruan Luo, who was standing half a step behind Wang Chi's side, was sluggish again at this time, and the title of "Zun Gongzi" fell into his ears, knocking his eyebrows up.

And the bodyguard Ah Tong, who was standing behind Ruan Luo, heard what Wang Chi said, and he had quite an objection in his heart: Two thousand taels for a few guys in the teahouse came out to greet each other, this is not a courtesy from the other party, right? However, his son-in-law's silver bag was cut severely, which is a bit heavy.

The guard thirteen and the bodyguard Ah Ping, who were at the forefront, had already begun to issue silver tickets to the teahouse guys, two for each person, and the official banknotes of twenty taels were exchanged for silver bills, and at least sixteen or seven taels could be obtained, and the smiles on the faces of the four guys were more real, and the taste of joy at that time.

Ruan Luo, who was slowly behind Wang Chi, couldn't get up quickly, and suddenly he saw Wang Chi look back at him, and said in a very soft voice: "Are you thinking about the matter of Yunxia Qianzhuang?" Or should I say that you have already begun to think about the matter of the Marquis of Jinbei? ”

Ruan Luo's eyes lit up, and he was very surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that although he hadn't mentioned a word about his hidden thoughts, he had already been understood by Wang Chi so accurately.

Facing Wang Chi's gaze, Ruan Luo moved the corners of his lips, and was quite hesitant whether to say it, so he heard Wang Chi say softly: "So I just said that the thirteen flowers of silver are quite appropriate, and the sound avoidance effect of Yuwu Pavilion is very good." It's more comfortable to talk there than to stand on the street. ”

Ruan Luo understood, didn't say anything more, just quickened his pace.

……

After leaving a copper coin at the wonton restaurant, the unkempt woodcutter who walked away quickly only bypassed one street and stopped when he reached a corner of the street where there were few people. After holding his breath and observing the surroundings for a moment, the unkempt woodcutter immediately kicked the stone onto the wall, and disappeared into the wall in an instant.

Settling in the backyard of a private house, the unkempt woodcutter walked around the main house and quickly glanced at the four corners of the courtyard. Again, it was confirmed that no one was in the house. Eyes rolled. His eyes swept to the location of the kitchen, and he strode forward.

When crossing the threshold of the kitchen. His left hand had removed the weed-like hair from his head, and his right hand had rested the wood knife he was carrying on the stove. Then hook your index finger and slash towards your waist, loosening the corset belt. The tattered sackcloth faded from the front placket. Slip it off your shoulders. to his right hand.

After taking off the sackcloth, the gray cloth shirt with narrow sleeves and short placket was exposed, and it was cut close to the body. His slender and well-proportioned body is faintly revealed. His back straightened. The arms are long and the shoulders are wide, which is not like the physique of a person who has been overworking all year round.

While his right hand wrapped the "hair" in sackcloth, his left hand quickly picked up the wood knife resting on the stove, and took advantage of the situation to slap the fire sickle that the family used to hang on the wall not far from the stove, and sparked several times at a very fast speed.

The crumpled sackcloth in his hand touched the spark, and soon a thin wisp of smoke rose, and the young woodcutter, who had no unkempt hair, stuffed the tattered shirt and wig into the stove, and then he took out a small paper bag from the narrow sleeve and poured out a black ball the size of a soybean. Crush between your index finger and thumb and throw your palm into the hearth.

The pitch-black stove suddenly brightened, and it was just a few sparks that were stained with smoke. In the blink of an eye, he spat out tongues of fire as if he had been demonized, engulfing the tattered sackcloth.

Scooped a scoop of water from the kitchen water tank, and cleaned the teeth that had not been washed for several days with the salt from the stove of this household. When the grime on the young face was washed away, the woodcutter put down a black hair tightly coiled on the top of his head, dipped his fingers in water as a comb, thinned it a few times, and then pulled out a new purple ribbon embroidered with white plum blossoms from the inside of the placket, and loosely tied the long, slightly damp hair behind his head.

Get out of this family's kitchen. It is difficult to find traces of firewood gatherers in the mountains on the young people who are already new. It was early afternoon, and the clothes hanging in the family's backyard were dry. But the young man just glanced at the drying rope a few times, and made up his mind. He did not go to pick up the clothes on the ropes, but went straight to the head of household.

With a tense wrist and a clasped thumb, the iron lock hanging from the door was like beans fried in a hot pan, and the door of the main house opened. The young man went straight in, then turned and walked into the bedroom next to the main hall, and opened the closet that stood next to the wall. His gaze swept over, and instead of taking the properly hung brocade robe, his gaze drooped slightly, and fell on a neatly folded heavy purple silk shirt in the corner of the cabinet.

Putting on the purple one, the young man instantly had a kind of businessman's temperament, and soon his eyes fell on the corner of the wardrobe, but he took a fancy to the size of the pair of mille-feuille bottom cloth shoes, which seemed to be the same size as the clothes of the man of this family, and the shoes fit well.

He bent down to get the shoes, but unexpectedly pulled out a handful of loose silver from the shoes, and the young man was slightly stunned at first, and then his habitually tight lips hooked upward. He poured out the broken silver and put it back in the corner where the shoes were kept, put the cloth shoes on, and the young man closed his closet, took the tattered cloth shoes he had been wearing, and went out of the house, and closed the door again.

As he closed the door, the young man threw the iron lock, which had just been torn open by himself with two fingers, into the corner of the yard, and a cluster of blooming wildflowers shook gently, submerging the slightly rusty lock.

Returning to the kitchen, and disposing of the tattered cloth shoes in the same order as the tattered sackcloth, the young man picked up the wood knife resting on the edge of the stove again, and stabbed it into the hearth, and made sure that the ashes, which were slightly different in color from the wood ash, had been burned out, and then he stood up straight, took two steps, and stood the wood knife next to a wood-splitting axe in the corner.

Out of the kitchen, the young man looked around the courtyard again, and suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he walked past the clothesline, and pulled a plain shirt hanging from the rope a little crookedly. When he had done this, he sighed softly with satisfaction, and finally kicked the stone up the wall again, and walked away in the direction he had come.

About half an hour after the young man left, the courtyard door of the house opened from the outside in, and a middle-aged couple walked in, but it was the main owner of the family who had gone out before noon.

The middle-aged male protagonist is slightly thin, with thin eyebrows and a long face, which shows that he should have some delicate temperament when he was a teenager. However, when people reach middle age, the corners of their mouths are no longer easy to rise, their pupils seem to be cloudy, and the expression of affection on their faces is also locked by the repeated life that lasts all day, making them mature but gradually getting old.

He walked behind the middle-aged woman, his eyes glazed over, and his face was drunk, as if he was going to visit some family or friend's house at noon. It was caused by eating too much wine during the banquet. In contrast, the middle-aged woman looks shrewd and has a calmer complexion.

But when the woman went into the courtyard. As soon as she swept to the door of the main house, she suddenly couldn't calm down.

"Boss. When we left before noon, didn't my wife tell you to lock the door? ”

The woman's voice was slightly louder, and the half-drunk and half-awake middle-aged man stiffened his neck when he was drunk. He finally opened his squinted eyes wider, and glanced at the padlock on the door.

After making sure that the door was not locked, the man felt a little weak in his heart, but he was afraid of his own lady's lion roar, and he was also carrying the strength of wine. I was a little unwilling to be in the limelight by my wife all the time, so I forced a somewhat obscure voice and said: "It's not that you kept urging and urging when you left, and the husband's family may have forgotten...... But I remember that I locked the door, otherwise how could the key be in my hand? ”

The woman lowered her eyes and glanced at her hand, she had just opened the lock on the gate of the courtyard, and the key was indeed taken from her husband's hand, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she thought of this.

But she quickly thought through a problem, and immediately shouted: "Our lock can be locked without a key, and the key must be used when the lock is opened!" ”

While the woman spoke. It seemed that she was about to snap her husband's fingers as a habit, but as soon as one hand was halfway raised, she sighed again and lowered it gently. Take a look at her husband's drunken and glowing red face. She only thought in her heart that she couldn't listen to anything she said to him at this time.

The woman's annoyance had just been suppressed by herself, and the corner of her eyes swept over the plain shirt hanging on the clothesline in the yard, and noticed that the crooked placket that had been washed was somehow dirty, and the fire in her heart suddenly rubbed up again, and she scolded: "Whose domestic cat is this restless?!" ”

Looking at the direction his wife was going, the man didn't need to open his eyes to see the dress clearly, he already knew in his heart what she was complaining about. Maybe it's because I drank wine and strengthened my spirit. He casually threw a sentence: "If it's dirty, wash it again, why do you have to make noise about everything?" Are you going to catch that cat? Quarrel with it again? (To be continued......)