One...ten thousand taels?
Zhu Ben's legs were trembling a little.
Although his business of fighting insects in the insect workshop was profitable, he made a fortune every day.
However, I only earn so much money every day.
Moreover, in the past few months, in order to prepare for the exams, he had spent a lot of money on various expensive tonics to strengthen his body and replenish his energy and blood, so that he could make rapid progress.
Therefore, Ling Ling finally came down, and four thousand taels was considered the limit of what he could offer.
It's not impossible to bite the bullet and squeeze out another one or two thousand taels.
But wouldn’t these ten thousand taels cost my life, Lao Zhu?
"This...if Brother Zhu is really in trouble, let it go. That's what I'll say." Li Changkong seemed to see Zhu Ben's troubled expression, and he didn't want to force others to make things difficult, so he took a step back.
Who would have thought that this step would step on Zhu Ben's heart.
At this moment, his mind was filled with what Li Changkong had just said.
What does it mean to “forget it then?” What does it mean to say “that’s all I’ll say?”
Others heard it and thought that I, Zhu Ben, couldn’t afford the money!
Ten thousand taels is ten thousand taels! When I get rich, I can get ten thousand taels per person!
"Don't say anything, it's just ten thousand taels, small money!"
"Just wait. Within three days, I will gather the money and deliver it to your house!"
Li Changkong was stunned when he heard this.
At this moment, he was even a little unsure whether Zhu Ben was telling the truth or a lie.
However, looking at his expression that you must believe me, it must be the truth, right?
So he patted Zhu Ben heavily on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you are interested!"
"As I said before, come to Wulinghou's Mansion to get some money from me after one month. I'll be here nine times and come back thirteen times. You will definitely be indispensable!"
After saying that, Li Changkong left.
He finally figured out that in this huge Imperial College, except for these three people, no one would be willing to lend him any more silver.
To be precise, it was the original person's previous behavior that ruined his popularity among passers-by.
The big guys don't have enough friendship, so naturally they are not willing to pay this money.
However, being able to borrow 22,000 taels was somewhat beyond Li Changkong's expectations.
Adding the original fifty thousand taels and the dividends from Jishitang these days, pieced together, there should be a small amount of one hundred thousand taels.
If it is all used to buy mahogany, it should not be a problem to double or triple the amount.
But when he left, Zhu Ben was dumbfounded and just stayed there, speechless for a long time.
I...what did I just say?
Ten thousand taels!
Where will I get these ten thousand taels of silver?
But seeing the wonder and admiration in the eyes of everyone around him, he involuntarily straightened his back and strode towards the gate of the Imperial College.
As he walked, he felt as if he was making tens of thousands of taels of silver every minute.
…
On this day, Yangcheng Hou Zhu Wen went home on duty.
On weekdays, Zhu Wen has a habit of making a pot of tea in the lobby every time he comes back from work, and drinks tea while watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
If you have a little leisurely elegance, you might even recall the time when you and a few old brothers were fighting on the battlefield together.
Although it was a bit bitter, a bit difficult, a bit dirty, and a bit smelly, but... for some reason, he always felt from the bottom of his heart that those days were truly authentic!
It is endlessly memorable.
But today, something is wrong!
He touched the tea cup and felt something was wrong!
Taking a closer look, the teacup in his hand was clearly a white porcelain cup.
This... I remember that I usually use a complete set of purple sand tea cups to make tea!
When I looked at the teapot again, my dear, the purple clay teapot was gone and turned into a white porcelain teapot.
The most important thing is that whether the teapot is of poor quality or cannot withstand the high temperature of the tea, cracks gradually appear on its surface and it is about to burst.
Sure enough, the next moment, a loud bang came.
The white porcelain pot exploded, and scalding hot tea flew out, splashing left and right.
This... Zhu Wen, who had quick eyes and quick hands, dodged to the side in advance, looked ugly, and said angrily: "Here comes someone!"
Not long after, a middle-aged man with a goatee, about forty or fifty years old, hunched over and walked in. Naturally, he was the butler of the Zhu Mansion.
"Master, what are your orders?"
"Did you replace this teapot?"
"I don't dare, the young master changed me."
"Him?" Zhu Wen frowned, a little surprised, wondering when did this bastard know how to make tea?
"What to use it for?"
When the housekeeper heard this, he immediately hesitated and did not dare to speak.
When Zhu Wen saw this, he immediately frowned and said angrily: "What are you hiding? Just say it!"
"Say...it's for sale."
"Pawning? Is he short of money?" Zhu Wen frowned even more. This purple clay teapot was given to him by an old brother when he was on his 40th birthday. He was so precious that he only used it to make tea on weekdays. Drink, even the servants can't touch it.
Whether the price is expensive or not is secondary. The most important thing is not to let down the old brother's wishes.
If I was really betrayed by that traitor...
Thinking of this, Zhu Wen felt an unknown fire welling up in his heart, and had an inexplicable urge to beat his son.
"It must be in short supply. After all, the young master seems to have taken a lot of items to sell."
"A lot of objects!" Zhu Wen's tone suddenly increased, and then he seemed to realize something and walked towards the study room.
Most of his valuable things are kept in the study, but they don't want to fall into the hands of this traitor.
You don't know the result until you look at it. At first glance...Zhu Wen suddenly felt so angry that he almost fainted.
The study is a place that emphasizes meditation, so he specially purchased a Xuande stove and placed it in the room, burning it with incense throughout the day to refresh his mind.
This incense burner was originally used by literati when they were studying.
But the Xuande stove is incredible, it can only be used by high-end scholars!
Moreover, it has a price but no market. Whether it is the material or the symbolic meaning, it can be called a good treasure.
In addition, the most eye-catching thing in the study is usually the large enamel-colored porcelain vase.
In Daqian, it is easy to make white porcelain.
But this enamel color is particularly difficult.
The principle that rare things are valuable applies everywhere, so enamel is very expensive!
What's more, such a large porcelain bottle is even more rare and its value will double.
In addition, there are priceless items such as the Langhao brush, Duan inkstone, and rice paper on the document.
Although Zhu Wen is a rough man, but... how should I put it, whatever he lacks needs to be supplemented, he still likes to pretend to be a scholar on weekdays, and these items must be treasured.
But now, in the entire study, all the things I just mentioned are missing!
Zhu Wen covered his chest and gritted his teeth: "This is a thief who broke into the house!"
