The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 7 Diao Hua
"Fifty thousand oceans?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

Yangjiang is a small place, and the real good buyers are in Beishangguang. Take the TV series "Osmanthus Fragrance in May" as an example, the enamel-colored olive vase during the Kangxi period cost [-] yuan.

This is still a matter of trust. To put it bluntly, foreigners are rare for this stuff. If you buy it back, the British Museum will charge a high price.

Looking at the shopkeeper's meaning, [-] is basically his limit.

It's just that Zhang Heng has heard of the depth of water in the antique jade, and he is ready to try again: "Eighty thousand oceans, one price."

"make a deal?"

The shopkeeper slapped his palm: "I'll go raise money now."

Zhang Heng was stunned.

It's too happy, it means that he will be less than [-] yuan, and the shopkeeper will make at least [-] yuan, otherwise it will not be so happy.

Fortunately, this thing seems to be true or not, and Zhang Heng made a lot of money. When even opened his mouth, he said, "I will only wait for you for an hour."

After he finished speaking, he said, "Don't play tricks, or if I smash something, it won't fall into your hands."

"Oh, I was afraid you ran away with something."

The shopkeeper was even more anxious than Zhang Heng, and hurriedly warned the young man: "What Mr. Zhang likes to eat and drink, take the money from the counter to buy it, and do it. Even if Mr. Zhang is happy, it will be fine to burn this shop down, in short, it must be Wait for me to come back."

Under the watch of the young man, the shopkeeper ran away in a hurry.

This wait is over an hour.

Zhang Heng was eating snacks and drinking tea. Just when he was wondering if he should go to the toilet again, the shopkeeper came back with a bright face.

"Mr. Zhang, please take a look."

The shopkeeper held a stack of silver bills and introduced with a beaming expression: "The Xishan ticket number is Rishengchang, and there are eight [-] ocean banknotes, which can be redeemed nationwide."

Zhang Heng didn't know much about the banknotes, so he gave Zhang Zhenang a wink.

Zhang Zhentian took the bank note and carefully identified it for a while, then nodded and said, "It's true."

Zhang Heng nodded and asked the shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper, how many gold bars can these [-] silver dollars be exchanged for?"

The shopkeeper replied: "30 silver dollars can be exchanged for a small yellow croaker of 1 tael, and 2600 silver dollars can be exchanged for about 2600 pieces of gold, which is [-] taels."

Zhang Heng made an estimate in his mind.

2600 taels of gold brought to modern times can be exchanged for about 3500 million.

Of course, he couldn't take all the money with him, and Dagou Town also had expenses.

The high-quality imitation Jade Guanyin purchased for 3 yuan has a rate of return of more than 1000 times as soon as it changes hands.

And he has an idea.

The low-end jade is too low-grade, and it is still easy for the rich to make money. In the future, we should continue to take the high-end route. A business can cost tens of thousands, or even 10,000+ oceans.

Not to mention, Fotai, Fusang, Xinjiapo, and Myanmar all like jade.

Especially fusang, from members of the royal family to ministers of the cabinet, influenced by the Han and Tang Dynasties, there is no one who does not love jade.

In addition, Fusang people also like to collect tea utensils, and spend a lot of money on it.

In reality, there is an aunt named Li in Jiangnan who can make this thing.

A set of low-end goods of 180 yuan can deceive Fusang's treasure appraisers.

If I replace it with a high-quality imitation, and create a batch of custom-made versions for the royal family, I don’t know if I can fool the Fusang royal family.

"Cousin, eighty thousand, eighty thousand oceans!"

After exiting the door of the pawnshop, Zhang Zhentian's face was red, and he could no longer maintain his calmness in the past.

Brothers Dakui and Xiaokui are also with Yourongyan, with their chests raised and their heads held up, they followed behind Zhang Heng with their shotguns in their arms. The pedestrians on the road got a little closer, and they were yelled back by the two with stern eyes. They looked like a dog. .

"A mere [-] oceans are not worth being a thing."

"Cousin, take the [-] ocean bills first, go to the bank to exchange for [-] cash and come back. The remaining [-] will be exchanged for [-] small bills."

"Wait a while, let's go to the market to buy some chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle back. After a while, when I return to the family tree, I'm going to set up a three-day running water table in the town, and then invite a troupe, and let everyone follow Lively."

Zhang Heng was calm.

Eighty thousand oceans couldn't touch his heart at all, because he knew very well that this was just the beginning.

"Cousin, this is [-] oceans. I have never seen so much money in my life. Why don't you let Dakui go with me and bring a few more people, or I will feel at ease."

Hearing that he was asked to exchange for the ocean, Zhang Zhentian murmured a little, for fear of being robbed halfway.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng did not shirk, and ordered: "Dakui, call a few clansmen to accompany my cousin."

"okay."

Dakui responded with joy, greeted a few clansmen sitting in the teahouse, and went with Zhang Zhentian to exchange for the ocean.

Zhang Heng didn't wait any longer, and asked the individual to stay at the tea shop, while he took the others to the market.

"Sugar man, delicious and fun sugar man."

"Little cabbage, a penny a bundle."

"Baozi, newly baked buns."

In the market, people come and go, and there is a lot of hawking.

Zhang Heng looked at it with great interest, and soon noticed that there was Zhuangzi with a straw rope hanging at the door not far away.

"What is this for?"

Seeing that the people in the market were shunning this Zhuangzi, Zhang Heng became interested.

"Brother Heng."

Zhang Dandan explained later: "Now the army is in chaos, there are still disasters in some places, everyone has a hard life, and many people can't eat, so they can only sell themselves to others as slaves and maids. A farm for cattle."

"Ren Zhuang?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but take a second glance.

People always have to live. When a person is so hungry that he digs grass roots to eat, dignity, morality, bottom line, and conscience become no longer important. The important thing is to live.

"Go in and have a look."

Zhang Heng took the lead.

He set himself up as a rich and young man who returned from Nanyang, and it is impossible for him to live in an old house by himself for a long time, which is not in line with his identity.

When I met him today, let’s take a few people back. He asked himself, these people are better than following others. At least they won’t be like the stingy landlords in movies and TV dramas, who really treat people like animals.

"Brother, choose me. I eat less. I only need half a bowl of millet for a meal."

This is a little girl with a yellow face and thin skin.

"Master, choose me, I can work, I have the strength, I can cook with fire, and I can raise cattle and chickens."

This is a limping boy.

"Master, choose me, he is a lame man, and he can't herd cattle at all."

"Who says I can't herd cattle, I can."

"Bah, you lame, who would want you, you haven't been sold for half a month."

"No one wants you, I fought with you."

The two boys got into a fight.

"You two dead things, who made you fight in front of the guests."

During the commotion, a woman wearing red and green shoved the two little boys to the ground.

The two little boys didn't dare to cry, they got up timidly and stood aside because they were trembling with fear.

"Master, the little ones don't understand the rules, I will definitely teach them a lesson when I look back."

Granny Ya has a horse-faced face and a black mole on the right corner of her mouth, her face is bitter and mean: "What do you guys want to see, I have everything like me, boys, girls, small, big A little, can cook, can warm the bed, can cultivate the land, can serve people, everything."

Zhang Heng glanced over, unwilling to talk nonsense with the matchmaker, and said bluntly: "Is there any maid over the age of 30?"

"Yes, it's cheaper to escape from the north."

Granny Ya smiled when she heard it: "You want a few, but I can't find them for you. As long as the price is right, you want my sister, and I can sell it to you."

Zhang Heng didn't answer this, just instructed: "Rough messenger, come eight."

"A little girl in her teens, if you want to look good, come four."

"In his 40s, a watchman with good legs and feet, come here."

"Over 50 years old, honest and responsible concierge, come here."

"I want another mother-in-law who can cook and can cook well. There is no age limit."

Zhang Heng asked for 15 people in one go.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhentian brought people back, and when he asked Zhang Heng to recruit servants, he said, "Cousin, we have people in our clan, so we don't need to spend this money."

Zhang Heng didn't see it that way, shook his head and said, "I can't write two Zhang Lai in one stroke. I'm not comfortable using people from my own clan as servants. Besides, these people sell people as slaves, and they don't have to be. Where will they go, I will buy them back to save them from being sold to some bad places."

Zhang Zhentian opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything more.

In fact, what he meant was that there are more than 7000 people in the Zhang clan, and there are many people in the clan who can't afford to eat and want to sell their sons and daughters.

Instead of using outsiders, it is better to give opportunities to people in the clan, to have a bite to eat, and to save the separation of flesh and blood.

"I do things in a measured way, and with me here, everyone in the Zhang clan will have a full meal in the future."

Zhang Heng saw Zhang Zhentian's potential meaning and waved his hand to signal him to be calm.

After half a sound.
"Master, I have prepared all the people you want, especially these four little girls, look at how they look, can you still care?"

After a while, Ya Po directed a few strong men to bring people.

Needless to say, the rough envoys are all middle-aged women in their 40s and [-]s.

Some came to flee the famine, some sold their own food when their family was not full, and some were eager to use the money and took the initiative to serve as servants.

These people are very cooperative, and some are still whispering, how much money can be distributed after selling themselves, the family can wait for the rice to cook.

But there are those who cooperate, and there are those who do not.

Among the four little girls, two were expressionless and looked resigned.

A look around, looked at Zhang Heng carefully.

Another looked dissatisfied and shouted: "I don't want to sell myself, and I won't go to work for others. Go to whoever you love."

"Hey, you little Diaohua, I bought you two hundred catties of millet from your gambler's dad."

"If you don't want to go, you won't go. I think you're excited."

Granny Ya stretched out her hand and wiped it on her head, took off the silver hairpin on her head, gritted her back molars and ran to the little girl: "Old lady, I specialize in treating Diaohua!" She said viciously, "I have to treat you!"

"okay!"

Zhang Heng waved his hand and stopped Ya.

The little girl was frightened, but her eyes were still full of rebelliousness, just like a little tiger.

"Master, this person is really tricky. If you don't treat her ruthlessly, she won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

"Don't worry, old lady, I'm serious. I will keep her screaming without hurting her body."

Toothpaw looked complacent.

A person who can be a girl is not afraid of encountering Diao Hua, and he is afraid that he will not be able to eat this bowl of rice.

Others think this little tiger is too powerful to be treated, but she doesn't see it that way.

It's just like taking a bite of ice-cold watermelon in dog days, it's just this energy.

(End of this chapter)