"Gou Fugui's fate is very miserable."
"He must have been thrown to a pond in a remote area."
"Most of the wives at home couldn't bear the hard life and ran away with the money."
Several lecturers shook their heads and sighed again.
"Deserved it."
Shang Jinglan and a group of female students came to the gate and watched Gou Fugui being taken away by the censor, and said he deserved it.
The lecturer recognized Shang Jinglan, who stood out among a group of beautiful female students, and they all couldn't help being surprised.
"I didn't expect Shang Jinglan to come to the girls' school to study."
"The prince of the Imperial Academy must be crazy about the opportunity to get close to Shang Jinglan. If anyone can marry Shang Jinglan, he can live a luxurious life of spending money like water."
"It's a pity that my son is only a few years old. Otherwise, I have to let my son try his luck. He might be able to take a fancy to Shang Jinglan's dowry, which is a Yangzhou ticket number."
Pan Xiaoxian couldn't help being shocked when he heard the lecturer's discussion and mentioned Shang Jinglan's dowry.
The capital is the political center.
Jinling is the most prosperous place in the world, equivalent to Shanghai.
Because of the existence of Yangzhou salt merchants, Yangzhou can be said to be a financial center, with a status equivalent to Hong Kong.
Shang Jinglan's dowry turned out to be a bank in the financial center.
Pan Xiaoxian couldn't look directly at Shang Jinglan, he always felt like there was a kind of light coming out of her when he looked at her.
The golden light of money.
As long as I can marry Shang Jinglan, I can use bird's nest to wash my feet.
"teacher."
Shang Jinglan ran over, greeted several lecturers politely, looked at Pan Xiaoxian and said, "Don't forget to go shopping together tonight."
Shang Jinglan gave Pan Xiaoxian a special reminder and ran away with a small bag in his arms.
Several lecturers looked at Pan Xiaoxian differently. They did not expect that Pan Xiaoxian and Shang Jinglan were closer.
Pan Xiaoxian saw several lecturers fussing over the relationship between the two, and said nonchalantly: "That's not the case. I am Shang Jinglan's teacher. If we have a good relationship, that's what it should be."
A lecturer shook his head, pointed at Shang Jinglan's satchel and said, "That's your illusion. The gap between ordinary people like us and real upper-class people like Shang Jinglan is so big that we can't even be friends. Guess Guess how much the bag Shang Jinglan is carrying is worth."
Pan Xiaoxian said an exaggerated number: "Fifty taels of silver."
Five hundred thousand per package is already an exaggeration.
The lecturer sighed and said: "Look, this is the perspective. Ordinary officials like us usually seem to have a high status, but compared to ordinary people, there is still a big gap when facing the real upper class like Shang Jinglan."
Pan Xiaoxian became curious: "How much does it cost?"
The lecturer said firmly: "At least one thousand taels of silver."
Ten million!
Pan Xiaoxian's mouth opened wide. He could have bought a two-story private courtyard in Jinling: "No way, it's just a satchel, how can it be worth a thousand taels of silver."
Several lecturers saw Pan Xiaoxian's reaction and understood very well. Let alone them, officials in the green uniform, officials in the green uniform could not understand Shang Jinglan's life.
A lecturer explained the reason for the price of one thousand taels of silver: "Shang Jinglan's satchel is exclusively used by the royal family. The pin and hat bureau in the twenty-four yamen of the palace specially pays tribute to the queen mother and concubines. The price of the time-honored royal brand in the capital is , the minimum is one thousand taels of silver."
Pan Xiaoxian watched Shang Jinglan run back to school, and suddenly he was frightened, fearing that she would fall and break the small bag worth a thousand taels of silver.
Several lecturers looked at Pan Xiaoxian in a daze, smiled, and understood his reaction very well, and went back to work one by one.
Pan Xiaoxian was preparing to go home in the afternoon, but he still thought about a thousand taels of silver per bag in his mind. Whenever he met Shang Jinglan, his eyes would involuntarily look at the bag.
"Teacher? Teacher!"
Shang Jinglan was about to go out. He stood nearby and shouted several times without any response. Then he shouted something into Pan Xiaoxian's ear.
"oh."
Pan Xiaoxian came to his senses and tried not to look at Shang Jinglan's small satchel: "Let's go, I'll take you to the Master..."
The word "Confucius Temple" is hard to describe.
A small satchel on Shang Jinglan's body was worth one thousand taels of silver.
Pan Xiaoxian wanted to take her to eat stinky tofu.
The contrast is too weird.
Pan Xiaoxian brought Shang Jinglan to the door.
A housekeeper came up to us and said politely: "Miss, I have prepared a few horses of sweat and blood. You can choose which one to ride out."
Pan Xiaoxian knows that a BMW is as expensive as a Ferrari.
There was a row stopped at the door, all red, white, yellow, and black.
Pan Xiaoxian was almost dazzled.
Shang Jinglan raised her pretty face and looked at Pan Xiaoxian next to her: "Teacher, pick a color."
Pan Xiaoxian was trembling in his heart. He was not timid, a normal person would be nervous.
These are all BMWs with blood and sweat, and they cannot afford to pay for any slight bumps or bumps.
Pan Xiaoxian asked tentatively: "Walk over?"
Pan Xiaoxian wanted to change his mind as soon as he finished speaking. It was obviously inappropriate for Shang Jinglan to walk to Confucius Temple.
Pan Xiaoxian quickly said: "Is there a worse horse?"
The housekeeper noticed Pan Xiaoxian's thoughts and said nothing, waiting for Miss Shang Jinglan's instructions.
Shang Jinglan walked out first: "Then walk to Confucius Temple. You can also exercise and get healthier."
When Shang Jinglan went out, she always sat in a sweaty BMW and never walked. She finally said that she exercised to take care of Pan Xiaoxian's mood.
Pan Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief. The people around him were too rich, which brought a lot of pressure.
When Shang Jinglan came to the Confucius Temple, nothing changed. She still took a bunch of cheap roadside stalls and took a bite without being too dirty.
Shang Jinglan stuffed the roadside stall in her mouth and spoke slurredly.
Pan Xiaoxian kept paying, and his pocket couldn't bear it anymore. He almost had no money to buy the snacks from the roadside stall.
In order to pay off the debt, all his monthly salary went to Yun Niang.
Pan Xiaoxian could only receive money for food from Yu Niang every month. It was enough to eat, but not enough to buy a bunch of snacks from roadside stalls every now and then.
Pan Xiaoxian was depressed: "I, a Jinling official, am not as good as a local official, I have no luck at all."
Shang Jinglan finished the last bite of roadside snacks, patted her belly, and shook her head: "The teacher is wrong. The official position in the Imperial College is the best among all official positions. You can make money openly without worrying about corruption. handle."
No matter how ruthless local officials are in extracting money, they will often be found guilty of corruption. As long as they are caught, their heads will be beheaded and their homes will be confiscated.
Pan Xiaoxian didn't believe it anymore: "I'm just a lecturer in charge of a group of female students. Is it possible that I want to make money from you?"
Shang Jinglan's eyes flashed with a sly light: "I can help the teacher make money in an honest way, without being labeled as corrupt, and I will leave a good reputation. Take me to the Confucius Temple three times a month."
Pan Xiaoxian agreed directly without thinking: "Don't say it three times, just ten times."
Shang Jinglan smiled so much that she reached out and patted Pan Xiaoxian's palm: "That's it, I'll tell the teacher the good news tomorrow."
