Jacob Sr. had insomnia.

Yes, he had insomnia.

Theoretically, he shouldn't have lost sleep, he had sold twenty pieces of paper to the monastery in the city of Turnest for the price of four silver coins a piece, and recovered all the principal, and made double the profit.

In normal times, if such a good deal is made, it is worth opening the leather bag of wine and giving himself a glass to celebrate.

If it's in normal times......

However, he still has one hundred and eighty pieces of paper in his hand!

There are still 180 pieces of paper that have not been sold!

If you sell it...... That's ...... Seven hundred and twenty pieces of silver, sixty silver bars, that is......

The thought of this number made old Jacob involuntarily lose sleep.

That's a lot of money, no doubt!

Then he remembered with great headache that the Baroness did not seem to say how many of them she had.

If she sells the goods to someone else, and someone else sells it before him, then he ......

He wasn't worried about someone selling it to the Turnest Abbey at a cheap price, the heretics, being deceived would only show their stupidity, but if someone had sold the Albanian Abbey paper at a low price before him, he would never have been able to sell it for four silver coins a piece!

Old Jacob tossed and turned in bed all night, and if it weren't for the closure of the city gates, he could have run to Brad's domain and drag the baroness up to sign the monopoly certificate.

The next day, with his hair tousled and without a hat, he called Esther out of bed.

"What's the matter, grandpa?" Esther saw her grandfather's blood-red eyes and quickly got dressed.

The last time she saw her grandfather like this was ten years ago, when a religious child was found crucified, and the priest announced that he had been crucified by the infidels, and then there was a great persecution of the infidels......

"Esther, you...... You're my Jacob's granddaughter, aren't you? ”

"Of course, grandpa."

"Then, with the blood of my Jacob, you should be able to do the same."

"Did something happen to my brother?"

"He? What could he do? Old Jacob was stunned: "You should be able to do business, that is, the buyer said, what is this, you will say, this is the best paper from the south, it is a foreign product, a smuggled goods, croaking, it is a 'Pasha' qualified to use the thing to record their family tree, light and thin, better than the stinky calf paper, not to mention."

Greasy sheepskin, huh? These words, you will say, right? ”

"Ugh."

"Yes! Or still won't! You mean! ”

"This is the best paper produced in the South, it is a foreign product, a smuggled goods, a croak, a thing that only the 'Pasha' is qualified to use to record their genealogy, light, thin, and ...... Better than stinky calf paper, not to mention greasy sheepskin. ”

"Ah, well-behaved, you really deserve to be my Jacob's granddaughter, you can teach it!"

"But ......"

"The buyer says, 'How much is it?' you say, if it's less than six silver coins, you won't sell it, and if the buyer says it's so expensive, it's cheaper, you say, if it's less than six silver coins, you won't sell it, your grandchildren...... Ahem, it's your grandfather, and he still expects your money from selling paper to save his life, will you say? ”

"A piece of less than six silver coins is not sold, my grandfather still expects the money from the sale of paper to buy medicine and ask the doctor to save his life, he is my only relative in the world, please, buy this paper, I will go back and tell him, there is a kind believer who bought his paper, he listened, he will be good, he will repent, he will be baptized, he will be baptized, he will also be baptized."

"The little girl is so smart, he said it well, wow, just say it!"

Esther got full marks for her emergency trading cram school, and old Jacob happily sent her out of the door and told her to go to the convent to sell paper: "Little girl, the reserve price is three silver coins, remember!" When you sell it, I'll ask the tailor to make you a new garment, and I'll make it from the tweed in the cupboard! ”

If it weren't for the man's feet not being able to set foot in the convent—unless it was the bishop or a relative of the nun—old Jacob could not have been a bishop, and where could he be a relative of a nun—he would not have had to make up for his granddaughter early in the morning.

What he didn't expect was that his granddaughter was more talented in business — as a profiteer — than he thought.

Before she had even set foot in the convent, she met a few men who had come to visit the nun's relatives, and sold all the paper she had brought with her for six silver coins each.

Men are taller than women, so the total amount of blood is more than women, but when encountering a poor beauty and causing a woman to have an organ that does not have congestion, the extra blood is completely insufficient.

In this case, their brains are usually in a state of hypoxia and their IQ is ...... It's hard to say taller than an earthworm.

They bought the paper without hesitation, neither bargaining, nor thinking about why they would buy this thing home since they couldn't read......