"Hey, it's not bad. It's almost done?"
The guard smiled and said, "Sir, the furniture is all ready-made. All you need to do is move it in and put it in place."
Seeing people coming and going, carrying things, Yang Qian's mood gradually became happy. If nothing else, the popularity alone was good. Don't make this place look like a ghost movie shooting scene.
The thin man who was selling furniture to Yang Gan came over, wiped the sweat from his head, and asked diligently, "Master Jun, are you satisfied?"
Seeing this craftsman, Yang Qian almost turned his nose with anger. He squeezed out the words through his teeth, "You are really good at it. You are selling me such a high price for some furniture that no one wants. Do you think I am a fool?" "
The craftsman's smile became brighter and he laughed inwardly and said, "Nonsense, you idiot, I have been waiting for several years, and I never thought that I would meet such a big fool, who will trick you if you don't."
But he said, "Master, I am wronged. This kind of furniture can be passed down from generation to generation. Even if it is used a hundred years later, the furniture can still be used. The gold inlaid on it can still be worth the price. It can maintain its value..."
Looking at his chattering and lively expression, Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth. It was a pity that this guy didn't become an anchor. If he became an anchor, he wouldn't give him rockets, but he would definitely give him nuclear bombs.
"Forget it, I've bought everything. Is the thing I want ready?"
The craftsman nodded and led Yang Qian into the inner hall with a basket full of tools. He pointed at the wall and was a little unsure, "Sir, I have already opened up the contents and lying on the side according to your request."
Looking at the large space connected to the inner hall for sleeping on the side, Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, pointed at the large human-shaped hole, and directed the craftsmen to close the customized small door, and then guided them step by step on how to open the customized door. The large wooden barrel is installed on something similar to a kang.
"Yes, yes, you are pretending like this..."
"Hey, are you stupid? How can I put firewood without a hole..."
"You're so stupid, get me a chimney outside, otherwise you want to smoke me to death..."
Possibly out of revenge, Yang Gan put his arms around the smiling commanders and craftsmen who were busy working here and there. Whenever there was something wrong with the installation, he would scold him directly. Why did this old boy kill him so hard?
It doesn’t matter how much gold you say, 150 gold is a huge amount of money. I breathed a long sigh of relief and kept thinking silently: If my heart is as clear as ice, I won’t be shocked if the sky falls, otherwise I’m really afraid that I can’t help but pull out forty meters. Fang Tian painted a halberd.
Under the guidance of Yang Qian, after several hours, the craftsmen finally achieved his request, not to mention 100%, at least 70%.
At this moment, at a glance, the open side sleeper is not much different from the antique B&B bathroom. Unfortunately, there is no flush toilet and running water. Let's see if I can make it in the future.
After the project was almost completed, Yang Gan grabbed two handfuls of coins from the carriage and threw them to the guards and craftsmen, indicating that he was satisfied, and let them go have a drink with this small amount of money.
Everyone left with a lot of gratitude. The guards were used to Yang Gan's generosity. On the contrary, it was the first time for the craftsmen to see someone so generous and directly pay for their hard work. After all, in their minds, buying things is a package. Installed.
Even if there are wealthy gentry who are generous, they usually give them some food. This is the first time I met someone who gave me money directly.
"Master Jun, if you need it next time, call us and we'll do the job openly for you." The thin man kept gesturing to Yang Gan with a smile on his face.
Yang Qian twitched, and really wanted to punch his face with a smile like a chrysanthemum. His words clearly meant that if you come to me next time, I will definitely kill you.
I cursed in my heart, but after everyone left, the whole mansion instantly became deserted, the breeze blew by, and the shade of the trees was dancing. Although the door and walls had been renovated, there was still a feeling of loneliness, desolation, and deathly silence. Surrounding Yang Qian made him feel uncomfortable.
Maybe because he didn't want to stay at home, he took a few pieces of pig iron and ran towards the blacksmith shop while it was still dark. He could also have a meal outside. In his previous life, when there was a rice cooker, he could cook alone. They are all too lazy, let alone now.
Not only do we have to burn firewood and fetch water, but we also have to buy groceries. It feels like just a few minutes to eat, and several hours of preparation. We don’t even have a lighter, so forget it. Is it possible to really use wood to make fire?
After crossing several streets, Yang Qian missed his former little donkey more and more. With a twist of his hand, he turned fifty yards upward. Generally, a distance of several kilometers could be reached in the blink of an eye. It was not like now. With ten kilograms of iron on my back, if my kidneys hadn't been good, my back would have been sore.
"Shopkeeper, is there anyone there?" After arriving at the blacksmith shop, Yang Gan looked inside and heard only the sound of clanking and the sizzling of charcoal.
"Hi, guest, here we come... Hey, you're still a military man, what are you doing?"
"Bang~~!"
Yang Qian threw the iron ingot heavily to the ground and asked, "Make a pot."
The shopkeeper, who was shirtless and sweating profusely, looked at the iron ingots on the ground and said in surprise, "It's a shame to use such good iron to make pots. It's better to use a copper tripod. Although the price is expensive, it's still cheaper than good iron."
Yang Gan has had enough. He eats mutton and bean cakes every day, either steamed or boiled. They are simply unappetizing.
"Just use this to hit, how many pots can I hit?"
The shopkeeper picked up the iron ingots on the ground and smiled like a child weighing 200 kilograms. "Such a good iron, if you ask me to make it, I can make at least 5 pots, but in terms of price, I need this amount..." "
Looking at the shopkeeper's gesture, Yang Qian was almost mad. "Are you a black shop? 4 gold? I might as well use a clay pot."
The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, "Master, you brought your own copper and iron for the pot. It only costs 400 gold. How dare this old man charge 4 gold? Isn't this unconscionable? If the neighbors know about it, they may stop visiting the shop in the future."
"400 yuan, 400 yuan~~~!" Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction, which made sense.
I dropped the money, left my address, and left.
"No, you spend too much money too quickly. This is a few dozen dollars, and that is a few dozen gold. It's a dead end to just sit back and have nothing."
As a time traveler, you should invent something and then sell it for money. Yang Qian picked his fingers and saw that the armor was damaged. Although it was repaired, it still felt that the defense was not particularly high. Mainly because he was from the Appearance Association. This general armored everyone. They all thought it was pretty good, but Yang Qian felt it was a bit ugly.
The twigs of the iron halberd were also broken and rolled back. The horse seemed to have no energy every day since he stabbed it.
Armor, helmets, weapons, and horses all need to be replaced, which costs a lot of money.
Every time he counted something, Yang Qian's face became frighteningly ugly, as if he had forgotten that he was walking.
After counting for a long time, Yang Qian couldn't help but wailed, "I'm going to go bankrupt~~~Bang!"
"Ouch."
"Ah? My dear, are you okay?" At this time, a girl pointed at Yang Qian's nose and cursed, "How can you walk when you are so blind?"
When Yang Gan came back to his senses, he saw a woman in pink clothes lying on the ground. She was covering her butt with one hand, her face was full of pain, but she was pretty, with an oval face.
"Hey, it looks familiar."
Yang Gan didn't think much, grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her up.
"What are you doing, you bastard?" The maid next to her immediately stopped doing it. How could I let a stranger touch my daughter's rich body?
"Little maid, what are you talking about? This is my benefactor." After the girl was helped up by Yang Qian, she endured the pain and bowed.
"Sir, thank you for your help that day, otherwise our master and servant would have died at the hands of the Huns."
Yang Gan frowned and looked the girl up and down. Such a glance was a very rude thing in this era.
Yang Qian tentatively asked, "Give me a hint?"
"What?" The girl was stunned for a moment.
"I don't know you, who are you?" Yang Qian frowned. It seems that he has seen this kind of video in his previous life. It is said to be a new type of deception. In this world and this era, it actually exists. It is too advanced.
Seeing Yang Gan's vigilant look, the girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, "Sir, yesterday you were in the Huns camp, and you killed the Huns Baiqi Commander with your own hands, and one of the guards was injured. It was our master and servant who sewed the wound on the guard at that time. , the method you taught us was so effective, after a while, he stopped bleeding, but it just hurt a little bit."
Yang Qian thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was such a thing. It was Xiao Wu who was injured at that time. Zi Jin said that it would take at least a few months for Xiao Wu to recover, and it might take several months to fully recover.
Suddenly Yang Gan's eyes widened. It was unbelievable. Those two were clay monkeys at that time, but now they have turned into beautiful girls.
"Sorry, I was thinking about something when I was walking. I didn't expect to bump into you. I'm sorry." Yang Gan scratched his head. The rays of the sun made him feel particularly sunny. His bright white teeth were like those of his neighbor. Like a big brother in the family.
Perhaps thinking of something, the girl's face turned slightly red. "Sir, I happened to pass by today for saving my life last time. I would like to treat you to dinner. Can you give me a favor?"
The maid looked at her mother in surprise. In Chaoxian, so many people were pursuing her, but she didn't even bother to say anything. This time, she actually took the initiative to invite people to dinner. It was rare, rare.
"Gududu~~~!"
Yang Gan patted his stomach awkwardly and said with a smile, "It's okay if you don't tell me. I'm really hungry when you tell me, so let's go."
A meal is not too much to save your life.
The three of them went together to a nearby restaurant. The decoration was average, the people inside were average, and everything was average. It seemed like it had no special features, but the only good thing was that there was a private room on the second floor.
After the three of them were seated, the maid started ordering downstairs. The food here was mainly stewed and steamed. The food was served almost as soon as they were ordered. The maid also thoughtfully ordered a small bottle of wine.
Eating in those days was different from modern times. Each person had a dining table and sat across from each other to eat. Especially in private rooms, the lobby was a little better. Two or four people could use one dining table.
