When Liang Chuan came out of the magistrate's living room, Li Chengfu was waiting anxiously outside again, pacing his steps with a very anxious expression.
"Old Li!" Liang Chuan took a look and saw why this kid was always outside the room listening to the corner.
When Li Chengfu saw this kid coming out, he rubbed his hands and asked eagerly: "How's it going? Can you still do it despite all the trouble?"
Liang Chuan said a little embarrassedly: "I asked the county magistrate for another seven hundred guan, but it would be a waste of money."
"You!" Li Chengfu was so angry that he slapped Liang Chuan directly on the back of the head. Liang Chuan moved quickly and dodged with a wince of his head.
"I always thought you were a big shot, but I didn't expect you to be sent away with just 700 guan. Do you know that when you become the leader, you will have dozens of 700 guan!" Li Chengfu cursed with hatred.
"Heh heh heh..." Little did the bird know Hongshu's ambition, so Liang Chuan could only respond to Li Chengfu with a smile, and any explanation would be in vain.
"I have booked a table in Jinzun today. A large group of brothers are waiting to introduce you as the new employee. They are all close friends in the street. They want to get to know you. But it turns out that you are lucky. When your brain is hot, you hold the seven Don't give up all your money. A table of good food and wine is a waste of my money, alas!" Li Chengfu still looked at Liang Chuan hatefully, making Liang Chuan laugh.
"Lao Li, I accept your wishes. I don't want to tie myself down by doing this job. The world is so big and I still need to make my way..."
"Okay, okay..." Li Chengfu directly interrupted Liang Chuan, "You can do whatever you want, I can't control you." He knew that Liang Chuan was capable, so he understood that young people don't know the hardships of life. You have to worry about it now, and you will regret it when you get older.
A scribe came over and greeted Liang Chuan, "Liang Chuan, follow me to the warehouse to get the silver." The seven hundred guan was about to be obtained. Plus the 300 guan of silver during the day, how could we get it back later?
"Old Li, can you call a groom for me? I can't carry a thousand pounds of silver back." Li Chengfu rolled his eyes at him, "You wait here, I will make arrangements."
In addition to the row of houses next to the courtyard where the clerks worked, the county government office extended back to add three more rooms. One of the houses without even a window lattice was the warehouse. All the tax money and silk collected by the county every year are stored here. It is an important place for the county government. There is a thick copper lock inserted on the door, but the lock has bright stirrups, which shows that it is opened and closed frequently.
The clerk took out a long key from his waist, stretched it into the lock and took it out. The lock opened with a bang, and the door of the warehouse slowly opened, and he saw that the tiger he had killed was already lying inside. .
Damn, you guys are moving pretty fast. The tigers have all moved in, so I can’t help but agree. Liang Chuan looked around and saw that the warehouse was full of boxes, neatly stacked. The scribe took a ledger, walked to an old wooden box, and said to Liang Chuan, "Open it."
Liang Chuan stumbled over to the box. The mouth of the box was almost covered in dust. Liang Chuan blew in, and the dust flew all over the sky and landed on the clerk's face. He almost lost his eyesight, and the clerk was so angry that he couldn't stand it. Blow your beard. Liang Chuan can beat tigers with his fists, but the clerks don't dare to act wild in front of him. These warriors are the most unreasonable. If they are angry, someone will die.
The box opened with a bang, revealing a whole box of official silver! Liang Chuan's mouth felt a little dry. Three hundred coins were exciting enough, and a whole box of copper coins was eye-catching. Liang Chuan swallowed hard. The clerk glanced at Liang Chuan's expression and secretly laughed in his heart: After all, he is from the countryside. .
"There is a peg at the base of the wall. You can weigh it yourself, and then take another 700 guan. The remaining 300 guan have already been weighed during the day." The scribe said contemptuously.
It is true that in the Song Dynasty, the output of copper coins was so high. Although the copper coins were mixed with a lot of iron, the output alone was too amazing. There were only so many coppers for a few hundred coins. If you press How about billions? How big is that?
Liang Chuan ran to the wall and came back with a blank expression on his scale, not counting the copper coins. . Weighed. . He played with it for a while, but couldn't figure it out. . .
"What? You don't even know how to use a scale? Then why are you farming?" the scribe scolded.
"There is no need to weigh the land." Liang Chuan also commented.
These copper coins are all standard. Logically speaking, you can know how many seven hundred coins you need by counting them. However, this official's method is a bit special. He insists on putting a few on top and weighing them one by one, for fear of taking too many. Likewise, Liang Chuan looked at his clumsy calculation method and felt extremely anxious. It's almost getting dark now. What if I take a dark road with a huge sum of money and run into danger?
If Liang Chuan's thoughts were known to others, he would probably be looked down upon again. You killed this fucking tiger. Who is so ignorant that you are trying to rob you? Do you think you have a long life?
Li Chengfu called a bullock cart. The driver was as old as his third uncle, with a wrinkled face and dark skin. He was waiting quietly outside the warehouse.
The scribe weighed in on the hundreds of guan of silver, which amounted to dozens of kilograms in exchange. He was not afraid of the shortage of jin or guan, but he was afraid that if he gave Liang Chuan more money, he would have to check whether the account was correct when the money was shipped to the state in the future. If you go up, you have to make up for the shortfall yourself. After checking it several times, he muttered before asking Liang Chuan to move the money away.
Liang Chuan hummed and moved several times. On the last trip, he took a large bunch of money and stuffed it into the scribe's hand. The scribe was stunned for a moment, but then he started to smile, and his old face suddenly blossomed. An old chrysanthemum appeared. . This kid is quite good at it, and his attitude towards Liang Chuan has changed a lot.
There was also a plaque in the warehouse for the hero who fought against the tiger, which was also awarded to Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan was wrapped in red cloth and carried onto the bullock cart.
The coachman had never seen so much money in his life. He was confused. He looked at Liang Chuan with admiration in his eyes. How could he save so much money relying on this old cow? . Don't even think about me.
Liang Chuan was riding in a carriage, with a cloth covering the carriage so that his wealth was not exposed. He ordered the driver to walk towards his shop. Ye Xiaochai was closing his shop at the moment, so he took her back with him in an ox cart.
The old coachman was waving a bullwhip and was chattering a bit along the way. He talked about the big tiger he saw on the street today. He couldn't believe how such a big tiger could be killed by a high-ranking official alone.
Liang Chuan chatted with the old coachman, and soon they arrived at the Fengshan intersection. Ye Xiaochai was inserting the door panel to close the shop. He pulled the cattle rope on the handlebar and the cattle cart stopped. When Ye Xiaochai saw that his boss was actually in the car, wearing new red clothes and looking majestic, he thought his eyes were deceived, so he rubbed it and felt a little crazy.
"Xiaochai, why are you in a daze? Hurry up and take my car back together." Liang Chuan saw that Ye Xiaochai was in a daze and said to her.
When Liang Chuan said this, Ye Xiaochai's face felt slightly hot, she covered her face, quickly closed the door, and danced on the bullock cart.
According to her understanding of Liang Chuan, something good must have happened today.
"My boss, you are dressed so elegantly today. You must have gone to a brothel to find a sweetheart."
Liang Chuan pointed to the back of the car and motioned for Ye Xiaochai to look over. Ye Xiaochai followed Liang Chuan's pointing and looked over. When Liang Chuan lifted the cover, Ye Xiaochai almost lost his eyes.
"My boss...hey...you went to the bandits' den again?" Ye Xiaochai still remembered the scene when Liang Chuan made a fortune in Dafu Mountain. This posture was wrong. As for being dressed so handsomely. . . .
"Girl, your boss didn't go to the bandit's den, but went to the tiger's den. A tiger weighing over 500 kilograms, your boss took care of it all by himself, and even went to Xinghua for a parade today," the coachman said.
"What? Tiger!" Ye Xiaochai has never seen a real tiger, but she also knows what it is, and it is more scary than a bandit.
"Tell me more slowly when you go back. Move your butt towards me, don't fall." Ye Xiaochai couldn't let go at first, but as soon as Liang Chuan said it, he almost moved into Liang Chuan's arms and ate Liang Chuan's tofu openly. But it made Liang Chuan a little bit reluctant to let go, with a straight face.
He Baozheng left Nihu and the others behind. Nihu, Li Chuyi and He Baozheng had not seen each other for more than 20 years. Looking at their respective situations, they felt very emotional. Li Chuyi completely changed. He exchanged a few words with Ni Hu and stopped talking. It's not easy for a few people, so He Baozheng is still decent, while the others are getting worse day by day.
Yi Niang was so happy today that she brought all the edible things out of the house and put the wine and meat on the table. Even the kimchi made by Yang Xiu opened the lid of the jar in advance today and fished out a lot of kimchi to serve with the dishes.
The lives of several mountain people were very hard. They did not expect that the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain were already living such a life. Each of them looked at the table full of wine and meat, and their throats kept throbbing. Seeing how Liang Chuan was dressed and how he was living in someone else's ancestral hall, they thought that Liang Chuan was also a troubled household. Even the impoverished households at the foot of the mountain can live like this, while the distressed mountain people on the mountain still tighten their belts and look forward to having a full meal every day. .
Liang Chuan sat in an ox cart, swaying and finally arrived home. He also gave the coachman a silver ingot. The coachman was trembling with fear. He did not dare to accept such a large silver ingot. He kept shouting: "Official, there are too many, too many. A few copper coins are enough for the little old man to drive the coach." , I don’t dare to charge someone with so much money.”
"Take it." Liang Chuan forced it to the coachman, who accepted it tremblingly. Liang Chuan lamented that the clerk accepted it with peace of mind and felt that he was owed, but these honest working people were satisfied with just getting what they deserved through their own labor. What a gap.
Liang Chuan asked a few women to help him unload the copper coins from the car and move them home to hide them. There was no safe at home, so it was really inconvenient to hide so much money.
There is no way to hang this plaque now. When the new house is built, it will be hung in the hall. It will be a bit majestic when I think about it.
