Chapter 86 Shop

Chen Ziqi has never seen Mr. Luo work so hard. In his impression, Luo Yunsheng has always been an idle Yun Yehe who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

This person can leave the prince's homework for the sake of enjoying the flowers and watching the moon, and can fight with people for three days for a pot of fine wine. He doesn't care about the emperor's attempt to keep him and ride a donkey and leave. He doesn't need money or official titles, just spring flowers and autumn moon and nectar...

Now, if you want to say that the person standing on the street with his sleeves rolled up and bargained with others is the great poet Mr. Hailou. He probably doesn't believe it if he beat Emperor Tiande to death.

There were about 300 shops on the main streets of the east and west, and half of them were unowned. Chen Ziqi directly placed them under his name and asked the prefect to write a transitional document, and he would be considered as his if he paid a few taels of silver.

"Prince, what do you want this shop to do?" The prefect was puzzled. The shop in Jianyang City could not be rented out at all, so it was always idle and no one wanted it.

"You will know in a while," Chen Ziqi mysteriously carried the chest of the prefect with his elbow, "Don't say that I don't take care of you, I'll give you these three rooms. It will be useful to hold some of them." From a stack of deeds, three more remote ones were pulled out and stuffed them into the prefect's hand.

The prefectural court held the three thin deeds and was confused.

As the prefect said, the shops in Jianyang City are very cheap. The ordinary ones are only twenty taels, and the larger ones can be bought, thirty taels, two-story small buildings are fifty taels, and three-story high buildings are one hundred taels. This is the price set by Mr. Luo after several inquiries, and most people are rushing to sell them.

You should know that in the bustling capital, a shop on the main street would cost at least 300 taels of silver to be sold.

These shops are basically from the ancestral property. Some families were once rich and had twenty large shops on East Street, which belonged to a family named Hao. The information found in the documents found that the family now only had a middle-aged man named Hao Dongxi, who was now working on a farm in Changjianmen.

Hao Dongxi's ancestors were wealthy families in Jianyang City. The one who opened a weapon store mainly collected swords and knives made by Jianyang blacksmiths and sold them to various places. Later, Jianyang fell, and his family was in trouble. They were looted and all the two dozen empty shops were left.

"Dongxi, when will your wife pass by?" After doing farm work for the whole morning, several middle-aged men sat on the ridge of the field to rest, looking at Hao Dongxi jokingly. The young man looked quite handsome. Although he did not have the roots of martial arts, he also had the strength and was a good worker.

Those who work as long-term workers for sect farms can barely make a living and have no hope of getting married. I heard that someone told Hao Dongxi that a marriage was a marriage, and everyone was envious and even a little jealous, and they had to ask every day.

When talking about this, Hao Dongxi, who was already indifferent, suddenly became even more depressed and “retreated.”

"What?" Everyone looked at each other and quickly asked the reason.

A matchmaker came to the house the day before yesterday and said that the woman's family would find someone to go to, and that she would not get married if she had a bad horoscope. But yesterday he found out that the family wanted to give her daughter to a disciple of Changjianmen as a concubine, and had already received the deposit from her.

"Hey, don't you think you are poor?" A group of poor boys sighed. The people who were originally jealous of Hao Dongxi became depressed at this moment. Among them, the handsomest ones cannot marry a wife. Do they still have hope?

Hao Dongxi thought about his elderly mother and young brothers and sisters, covering his face sadly. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't save much money. He just barely survived every day. Whose girl was willing to marry him to suffer?

"Hao Dongxi, there is a distinguished guest looking for you." The farm manager came over and called him.

Which noble man is coming to find a long-term worker? Hao Dongxi was not sure, so he followed the manager slowly to the main hall. When the gentleman in Confucian shirt handed him the transfer document, Hao Dongxi still felt that he was dreaming.

"You mean, you want to buy all these twenty shops?" Hao Dongxi made sure again in disbelief.

"That's right, it's our prince who wants to buy it," Luo Yunsheng nodded. The scattered small shops were all assigned to other men in the royal palace to buy them. For these things in a relatively large scale, he came here in person to avoid any trouble. "How much do you want, give a price."

Hao Dongxi was at a loss and pursed the sweat beads of his palm on his shabby gown. After working for many years, he did not know the current land price, but he also knew that the shops in Jianyang City could not be sold at all, otherwise he would not have worked as a long-term worker here.

This situation has been seen in Luo Yunsheng in the past few days. He immediately understood and said, "You know the current land price of Jianyang. The shops are not worthwhile. The prince is kind-hearted and refuses to treat the people badly, so he set a unified price. The ones I bought with others are basically twenty taels per room. Your shop has a three-story building, which can be paid for one hundred taels. There are nineteen single rooms and one small building, totaling 480 taels. If you think it is OK, you can sign and seal it here."

Four hundred and eighty taels... Hao Dongxi was a little confused. He could buy one stone of rice with only three cents of silver. Nearly five hundred taels of silver, how much rice was that...

"The prince wants a shop, just take it away. The young man dared not collect this money." Hao Dongxi came to his senses and fell into panic about the falling pie from the sky. The world is so chaotic, and he has no ability to protect himself. With so much money, he can only wait for his family to die.

"You can move to Jianyang City to live. Now the people from Changjianmen and Darkjianmen are patrolling the city day and night. No one dares to rob your money. If you are worried, you won't give it to you. When you arrive in Jianyang, take this note and go to Jianwang Mansion to pay the money." Mr. Luo patiently wrote the debt document and handed it over to Hao Dongxi.

He was dizzy all day. After Hao Dongxi returned home, no one said anything. He got up early the next morning and went to Jianyang alone.

Before the city gate was opened, there were already people waiting outside. Hao Dongxi squatted aside and quietly observed these people. Some were farmers selling vegetables, some were hawkers doing business, and people passing by. The sun rose and the city gate opened with a loud bang. Two guards holding swords stood at the door to check. After a closer look, they were immediately frightened. Isn’t this the disciple of the Changjian Sect?

Due to the lack of manpower, Chen Ziqi went to the two sworn brothers to ask for some disciples and formed a patrol battalion to guard the city and inspect the city. Each person paid five taels of silver every month. Ordinary disciples in the small sect could only get two taels of silver a month, and five taels of silver was a lot for them, and they were rushing to work.

There was no unified military uniform for a while, so they were asked to wear the clothes of their own sects, which looked quite majestic, and at least they could calm down some gangsters and incompetent gangsters and incompetent gangsters.

It was not a good idea to enter the city. Hao Dongxi successfully entered Jianyang and walked along the East and West Streets. He saw someone clearing the ruins of the West Street. He came over and asked. He found out that the prince asked them to level the place out and set up stalls for the small vendors. There was a team of people wearing short swords and wearing short swords on their waists and slowly walked past the streets. The leader was a man in black with an unlucky face.

Although he looked very unlucky, he was very imposing and was a master at first sight. The master glanced at Hao Dongxi, as if he was estimating whether he was going to find a gangster who was provoking trouble. He was so scared that he quickly lowered his head.

"Prince!" The master in black suddenly stopped and took a look with him

The team bowed their heads and saluted.

Hao Dongxi quietly looked up and glanced at him. He saw a young man with a noble temperament, waved his hand with a smile in his eyes, signaling everyone to exempt him from gifts.

"We came out to eat small wontons. Do you want a bowl?" Chen Ziqi smiled and said to Wu Bujian. There are too few people available at present, so Wu Bujian can only lead the patrol battalion first and last for this period of time.

Wu Bujian glanced at the palace master behind Chen Ziqi, and got a cold stare. He immediately shook his head into a rattle, "No, I've eaten it."

Then, Hao Dongxi saw the young prince pulling the man in red clothes behind him who was not as beautiful as a mortal, sitting on a small wonton stall just set up, happily eating wonton stall. No one came to trouble the wonton stall, and the vegetables around him were calm. Hao Dongxi's heart suddenly became like a boiling soup pot, and he gushes and bubbling. He asked around him again, and then ran home with a breeze under his feet.

Chen Ziqi took a sip of hot soup, sighed comfortably, and threw a few copper coins to the owner of the stall. The owner of the stall was a little embarrassed, "Young Master, I am receiving monthly money every month, and this money is not easy to collect." The person who set up the stall was not someone else, but the chef of the royal palace.

Chen Ziqi glared at him, and the chef didn't dare to say more, and secretly took away the money happily. The prince asked them to come out to play hawkers. The utensils and materials for setting up stalls were all from the royal palace, so they made money in vain. How could he be unhappy?

"Your method is good." Dan Yi didn't like to eat pork, so she just drank the soup slowly, looked at the people on the street with exploratory eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly. His sternness was getting more and more capable.

"People are panic and don't comfort them. When will this Jianyang City become lively?" Chen Ziqi curled his lips, took out a green rice cake wrapped in a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Dan Yi.

"This is..." Dan Yi took it and took a bite. The fragrant smell of bamboo rice spreads on the tip of his tongue, making him unable to help but bend the corners of his mouth. He knew that Chen Ziqi quietly ordered Tu Buxian to go to Guiyun Palace yesterday. Diao Lie agreed to this matter, so he didn't care. Unexpectedly, he went to get bamboo rice.

"I've been hungry these two days. I'll endure it. After the weapons shop is handled, we will return to Yun Palace." Chen Ziqi stretched out a spoon and took all the wontons from Danyi's bowl into his own bowl.
Chapter completed!