When he woke up, Kong Sheng was refreshed and swept away the depression and irritability at the beginning of yesterday. There is a saying that "since you can't resist, then quietly enjoy the process of being raped", he decided to settle down in this era and be a cultured, quality, civilized, and spiritual majestic Tang people.

As for the current livelihood problem, is it still a problem?

A deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, took a pen and paper, and wrote down a "house sale advertisement" with a stroke of a pen - anyway, he was alone, and it was impossible for him to stay in this remote corner of Jiangnan for a long time, and it was useless to stay in this huge dilapidated mansion, so it was better to sell it and exchange it for money and grain and rice to support himself through the difficult times at the beginning of the business.

According to his education, if the historical record does not deviate too much, he probably has a basic concept of the current price of goods.

The purchasing power of copper coins in the Tang Dynasty was amazing, a bucket of rice was only twenty or thirty wen, and the money could buy a lot of daily necessities. However, the Anshi Rebellion caused prices to skyrocket, and Doumi needed seven or eight yuan in Guanzhong, and it also rose to about 1,500 wen in the relatively calm Jiangnan.

The so-called food is more expensive than gold in troubled times, which is not difficult to understand.

Kong Sheng estimated that his mansion was worth more than 500 yuan. But in the current situation, it will definitely not be able to sell at a high price for the time being, and in order to make a living, it can only be sold cheaply. However, no matter how cheap it is, the price of two or three hundred yuan is still there.

And after a smooth shot, he was able to rely on this money to get out of the embarrassment.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but secretly say that it was a fluke, his "predecessor" was fortunate that his brain was not very active, otherwise this house would have been sold and squandered long ago, if so, he would really want to cry without tears.

With the deed and the advertisement for the sale of the house, Kong Sheng walked all the way to the Fang Market in Xicheng without looking back.

Fang City is the most prosperous and lively place in the city. Two vertical and two horizontal streets are crossed and connected to the whole market, the shops and liquor shops on both sides of the street are lined up, there are many stall merchants, stall owners, the sound of selling, drunken laughter, the sound of horses neighing and cows are mixed together one after another, handsome men and women with graceful demeanor walk along the street, farmers and merchants or carts or unloading are busy non-stop, and the strong fishy smell of cow dung burning comes from the air, constituting a realistic and grand picture of prosperity in the Jiangnan market of the Tang Dynasty.

Along the way, Kong Sheng casually asked about the prices of the season, which was very different from his judgment. A horse of raw silk is 470 Wen, a horse of purple ripe cotton silk is 2640 Wen, a pair of cotton shoes is 27 Wen, a hoe is 50 Wen, an ordinary mare is 4320 Wen, a fine health cow is 4200 Wen, and a secondary health cow is 3200 Wen......

In this way, Kong Sheng's selling price of 260 yuan for the house is already a very low price. But there is no way, who told him to wait for the rice to go to the pot?

Kong Sheng walked to the most lively place in the market, chose a free place, got together with a vendor selling flax cakes, and held up his own house sales advertisement, which immediately attracted countless surprised attention.

Yang House.

Yang Qi did not wear an official robe, but changed into a cyan round-necked robe, wearing a crown of butterfly wings and feathers, his face was clear and calm, with a short beard under his chin, and he sat there without anger and self-authority.

Zheng sat on his side with a smile, while his daughter Yang Xueruo stood beside him with a slight face.

Hongmian hurriedly came to report: "My lord, madam, miss, the slave has inquired, Kong Sheng's guy is actually selling the old mansion of the Kong family in the market, and the price is 260 yuan!" ”

Selling the ancestral home of the Kong family? Yang Qi was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth flashed, and he said coldly: "Sure enough, it is Liu Adou, who can't be supported and can't be supported, the official said where did he get the courage and courage, and he said that he would leave, it turned out that he was squandering his house under the guise of selling the house!" It's sad, lamentable, and hateful! ”

Zheng sneered: "Husband, this little guy can't make a weapon, and it has nothing to do with us." It's just a matter of getting out of the marriage, and you still need to ......"

Before Zheng's words were finished, Yang Qi nodded coldly: "The official knows it in his heart, and Madame doesn't need to say much." Cotton Tree, you go and inform the housekeeper and let him inform Kong Sheng, if he is willing to act according to the old man's arrangement, the official will buy his ancestral house at a high price - otherwise, the official will have to see, who dares to buy his house?! ”

Yang Qi's voice did not add any emotional factors, he just talked about the matter, with his sky-high power in Jiangnan, the Yang family exposed a little rumor at will, and no one in the entire Jiangning County would dare to spend money to buy Kong Sheng's house, even if it was the usual price of cabbage.

The red cotton tree took the order and left.

Sure enough, from morning to noon, not only did no one care about the sale of houses in the morning, but also clearly saw the posture and weird look of most people hiding and walking, Kong Sheng understood in his heart that under the interference of Yang Qi's powerful radiation, he couldn't say that it was today, even a year, and he couldn't sell it. Even if he gives it away for free, no one may dare to ask for it.

Not to mention selling houses, any means of making a living for him now is difficult to achieve under Yang Qi's nose. Yang Qi didn't even need to say anything, just with a look, his subordinates and house slaves implemented it for him.

Hungry in his stomach, from last night to now, the grain of rice has not been eaten, if it were not forcibly supported by a spiritual head, Kong Sheng would have fainted on the street.

He endured the hunger and desire that surged like a tide, secretly gritted his teeth, and said with hatred in his heart: This old thief Yang Qi is determined to force Lao Tzu to a dead end!

Yang Kuan, the chief butler of the Yang Mansion, walked slowly from the street arrogantly, he put his hands behind his back, the sleeves of his robe were stretched, and he was not alarmed when he walked, and the pedestrians and passers-by on the road all avoided him. The house slaves of the Prime Minister's Mansion are all equivalent to seven-rank officials, not to mention the chief manager of the dignified "King of Jiangnan"!

Yang Kuan felt that his lord and wife were really too kind. The Kong family's soft bastard dared not to listen to the greeting, if he thought about it, he would simply grab it and torture it, and as soon as the whip was on, see if he dared to let go?

But Yang Qi strictly ordered him not to take drastic measures, and repeatedly emphasized that he must maintain the dignity and image of the Yang Mansion, and not let the people in the market murmur gossip behind his back. In short, he, Lord Yang Qiyang, is a feudal official who loves the people like a son, is generous and virtuous, and is a gentle elder with affection, righteousness, and heart, how can he use power and violence against his children and nephews?

Yang Kuan walked up to Kong Sheng, who was squatting on the corner of the street, his face was a little pale, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he seemed to smile and said, "Kong Xiaolang, have you figured it out?" If you figure it out, then go back to Yang's Mansion with me to get money, my lord said, as long as you are obedient, everything is easy to say - oh, isn't your house going to sell for 260 yuan, and our Yang Mansion will sell 300 yuan, how about it? ”

"Those who know the times are Junjie. You have to be clear, without a nod from a certain family, no one in Jiangning County will dare to buy your house! If you anger my master, hehe...... You're dead! ”

The second half of Yang Kuan's sentence was extremely low, but it was miserable.

Kong Sheng got up slowly, the brilliance in his eyes became more and more intense, he stared at Yang Kuan, the corners of his mouth provoked a resolute arc, and said lightly: "Yang Kuan, Yang Boss, please tell Lord Yang, send the money, tomorrow Wangjianglou Poetry Meeting, Kong Someone will go to the meeting on time, and it will definitely satisfy Lord Yang and the whole family!" ”

Kong Sheng brushed his sleeves away after speaking, and the burning flames rolled in his heart: Since your Yang family wants to play, then Lao Tzu will accompany you to play to the end! It's a big deal to return this life to the Kong family, where to go back and forth, I'm afraid of a bird!