After Ling Yun knew the specific situation, he didn't say much. Since the matter had been formed, it didn't matter if he borrowed Master Shen's carriage for convenience.
Without asking them to wait long, Huzi and the carriage had already arrived at the door of the house, and even Shen Liujia followed.
Shen Liujia originally wanted to bring his assistant here to help. Unexpectedly, as soon as the car arrived at the door, Hu Zi rushed in. After seeing Ling Yun and his wife chatting for a few words, the three teenagers were already carrying the handles. Several sacks were loaded onto the wagon.
Even a petite girl like Ling Yun could easily carry a fifty-pound sack and throw it into the carriage.
Fortunately, there are indeed one hundred kilograms of genuine grain in it.
Mr. Shen asked in confusion, "Why are you transporting so much grain to Suzipo?"
"I have relatives at home who want to eat some of this year's new grain. I got some in the village and sent it over. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Did you really buy this haunted house? It will be difficult to live in or resell it in the future!" Shen Liujia was a little worried for Ling Yun and the others. He never imagined that they made a fortune by borrowing this house!
"There are all rumors about this house. We lived here yesterday and nothing happened to you at all."
Ling Yun spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, and just found an excuse to excuse his trip to Su Zipo.
Fortunately, Mr. Shen did not dwell on this matter and did not mention it again. He just warned to be careful on the road, "This is a caravan that I raise at home. What I do is the work of selling goods in several of my shops in towns. There is not much." Give you more work."
After thanking Mr. Shen, several people followed the carriage out of Anyuan City and headed straight for Su Zipo.
Compared with Anyuan City, a major transportation road, Suzipo is not so prosperous. A few dozen miles away is the larger Yushou City. Many people doing business go there, but there are fewer shops here and less business. Not too hot.
The only bank in Su Zipo, the shop is quiet and deserted.
The shopkeeper was nowhere to be found, and the waiter behind the counter was dozing off with a feather duster in his arms, his head spinning.
"I...hu..." The cry of the carriage stopping sounded at the gate. Ling Yun jumped out of the car and was the first to take action. He carried down the few bags of pretentious grain and went straight to the bank's courtyard gate.
The waiter inside quickly came out to stop him. Although this is a shop, the yard is not accessible casually. "This lady, you are here."
"It's the new grain that Aunt Guihua asked me to bring. I'll put it in the yard first." These words were meant for the coachman.
The young boy was stunned when he was told that. He thought for a long time and thought about the bank. He was stunned for about five seconds before he remembered to ask, "That Aunt Osmanthus?"
At this time, Ling Yun, who had quick legs and feet, had also entered the yard. From an angle where no one could see, he whispered, "Don't make any noise. Our boss asked us to deposit money. Don't let anyone know about it."
I am also muttering in my heart, in this era, there must be men who are afraid of their wives and do everything possible to save their private money, and there must be wives like Hedong Lion!
Fortunately, these words really worked. Not only did the waiters no longer stop them, they also followed them forward and backward, making it really like they were here to deliver food.
Su Youting and the others didn't know what Ling Yun said to the clerk inside. When they saw the clerk following behind with a smile on his face to help organize the place, they just carried the bags of things on the carriage into the yard of the bank. .
The clerk was a smart man. When he came out and saw the carriage, he recognized it at a glance. The badge on the carriage showed that it belonged to the Shen family, a wealthy family in Anyuan City. Mr. Shen also had a business in Suzipo, and the largest grocery store was owned by the Shen family.
Ling Yun took out a piece of loose silver and gave it to the coachman, "You're tired, so go slower on the way back. Save this for tea."
The coachman wanted to go back to Yushou City, and they wanted to go back to Anyuan City later. They were going in opposite directions.
The coachman was quite polite, "These are all trivial matters ordered by the master. You don't need to be so polite, little lady. You are out of sight, right?"
Ling Yun was a good person, so he still put the broken silver into the driver's hand, "Our trip always delayed your return, thank you very much."
The two parties said goodbye, and the coachman turned the horse's head and left Su Zipo without asking any questions.
After watching the car leave the city, Ling Yun asked Huzi and the others to move several sacks with different contents into the bank's shop.
Looking at the several dirty sacks on the ground, the bank boy was a little confused. I had seen people carrying baskets and backpacks, but I had never seen anyone using sacks. Could it be that they hid money in the grain?
Without confusing the little boy for too long, Ling Yun opened the opening of one of the most full sacks and said, "Please count these things, brother, and save them all."
The clerk's eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and his expression was completely out of control. He looked at the five sacks on the ground that seemed to have some weight, and made a calculation in his mind.
Darling, how many copper coins is this? Will I count money today to the point of doubting my life? There must be tens of thousands of copper coins in just this sack. I guess none of these people have an accurate number in mind.
Could it be that Mr. Shen has not prepared for this, or has encountered some turnover problems in his business? Is he probably taking out all the private money he had hidden since his youth out of a mouse hole?
The young man shouted to the back hall in an unsteady voice, his voice a bit split, "Quick, please serve tea to the distinguished guests, and call a few more people to help!"
There were quite a few waiters in this deserted bank. Immediately behind, a neatly dressed boy came out with a tea tray, two snacks, candied melon seeds, and a pot of hot tea.
The other one hurried out of the door. It seemed that he was overwhelmed and went to shake people.
Ling Yun poured himself a cup of tea, with an expression that was half-smile but not a smile. Not long after, he saw a middle-aged man in a robe coming back behind the boy.
This is not the boss, he must be the shopkeeper. When he came in and saw the sacks on the ground, he greeted Su Youting and the others with a fiery light in his eyes, "Several distinguished guests, I don't know if you are here today. The little old man is not welcome from afar, but there are many Neglect."
"Don't be lazy. You don't know what happened to us today. It's better to count us out as soon as possible so that we can go back and make business."
Professional work still needs to be done by professionals. Originally, they thought that the clerk would use red rope to count the copper plates one by one, one hundred strings.
But one of the three clerks took out a ruler-length wooden box strip from behind the counter, squatted in front of the sack, grabbed a handful, put it in the wooden box, shook it, rubbed it, and arranged it in a neat row. The neat copper plates are put on a red string with a long big needle, passed through the square hole of the copper coin, pulled out from the back, and when lifted up, there is a string of counted copper plates.
The shopkeeper introduced, "This one is made of exactly fifty pieces. We have specially customized molds, so we won't have to wait too long."
That is to say, after a sack bottoms out, the water in the teapot has turned into cold water, which takes about half an hour.
Fortunately, they knew that two of the sacks contained copper plates, and the others were ingots, so they were easy to count.
There were two bags of copper coins, a total of more than three hundred and twenty taels. The guys were working, and the shopkeeper had to hold a notebook and keep accounts.
