Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Shen Qing was even more straightforward, "I'll find you a wife when I go home. It will save money and be safe. That's it." Spending money for fun once, with the same money, can get a wife and solve the fundamental problem. Isn't it a better, loss-making business? , but she can’t do it.

The little old man stood on the side and listened clearly to the conversation between the three people. He was wondering whether he should report this matter as well.

To do it or not to do it?

If he conceals it, can he bear the responsibility for what happens next?

He couldn't afford it, so he had to report it. No matter what relationship this girl had with his master, as a servant, he couldn't hide anything from his master.

"Shopkeeper?" Shen Qing called him twice and found that the little old man seemed to be distracted.

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"I have something here, please take a look at it." She took it out.

The little old man invited her into the inner hall and asked someone to light up the oil lamp. Then he took the things she brought and leaned in front of the fire. He scraped a little powder with a knife, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.

"Young girl also knows what this is, right?"

"Ambergris, right?"

"Haha! That's right, don't worry, girl. You are familiar with our boss and you have a token. It will be as much as you want. I will never dare to trick you." Thinking of the letter from his master, the little old man felt confident. After thinking about it, although I don’t know how the young master got involved with a village girl, who can say for sure what will happen in the future!

If the young master likes this taste and takes her into the house in the future, even if it is just a concubine, she will be something they cannot afford to offend.

That's right, the little old man felt that Shen Qing's greatest future was to be Su Jing's concubine.

Of course, if he said this, Shen Qing would probably turn around and leave.

"This is the finest ambergris, a tribute, more valuable than gold." He asked someone to take out a small scale, and carefully scraped off the yellow mud outside, and then weighed it, "One catty and four taels, I I can give you fifteen thousand taels of silver, what do you think?"

This thing can no longer be measured by money. A family like the Su family needs to send gifts to the palace every year, especially to the Queen Mother. Ordinary things cannot be seen by the Queen Mother, and they cannot handle them, so gifts must not only be To be valuable, it must be rare, so this piece of ambergris is good.

Giving gifts is also a painful thing. Every year at the end of the year, they are so worried that they have to share their worries with their master!

So, fifteen thousand taels is worth it.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, whatever, of course it was perfect.

"Okay! You can deduct the money I owed before, and I'll take the rest with me, as well as my goods."

While talking, all the goods behind were taken care of, and the steward brought the account book to the shopkeeper for review.

The shopkeeper took out a small pure gold abacus, rubbed his fingers, and started counting.

After a while, he finished the calculation, wrote down a number, and handed the abacus and account book to Shen Qing, "You can do the calculation again."

"No need, I believe the shopkeeper will not make a mistake."

"Hey! That won't work. One code equals another. I'll do the calculation once, and you do the calculation again. If the account is correct, you and I will feel at ease, right?"

"That's fine." She picked up the abacus and moved her green-white fingers, and the beads on the abacus were dancing on her fingertips.

The little old man observed her pulling the beads on the abacus and saw that every time she counted ten, she would write it down. When she finished counting, she would take out the number separately, add it again, and nod with satisfaction.

I thought to myself, if this person entered the inner house, he would be a good accountant, but I wonder if he could manage the people in the house.

But it's okay, since the mistress is still there anyway, and the concubine is just a supplement.

In the end, Shen Qing got nearly 20,000 taels of silver. Of course, part of it was banknotes, otherwise he would have to die again. "Shall I treat you to a meal?" Shen Qing felt a little embarrassed. She felt comfortable doing this business.

The little old man waved his hands quickly, "How dare you, how dare you, we have both money and goods, and we will not default on anything."

Seeing that he refused, Shen Qing stopped forcing him and was about to leave. Suddenly, his conscience struck him and he came back, "How is your master lately?"

The little old man was moved, thinking that this man finally remembered his master.

but……

"Alas! The young master has been ill since he went to the capital. He has not recovered at all. He almost died several times. Fortunately, Dr. Shao followed him and saved his life. If the girl is worried about it, why not go to the capital for a walk and take a look. Look at my master, he is quite lonely in the capital alone."

"No, no, I have a lot of things to do at home, and I really can't get away. You keep lingering, so I'll take my leave."

Oh my god! What is she going to the capital for?

That place was full of royal family and nobles, and a stick could hit a prince, prince, prince, or something like that.

The unknown shop might be owned by a high-ranking official, and if it wasn't done well, her life would depend on it.

The small-eyed old man looked at her helplessly and ran towards the door of the store as if avoiding a snake and a scorpion. He was wondering, "Why is it like avoiding a disaster? Is our young master that scary?"

He immediately wrote a letter about this matter and rushed it 800 miles to the capital. At the same time, he still had his own doubts.

Because it was urgent, several horses were lost, so they were delivered to Su Jing that night.

At that time, Shao Wenhong was giving him a needle. The silver needle on his head looked scary.

"What's on the letter?" He dropped the needle without forgetting to look at it.

The letter from Pingchuan County had a special mark, and only that person would be so urgent if something happened.

"Ahem!" Just as Su Jing was about to speak, she started coughing again. This time it was a real cough, not a pretense. She put a fist to her mouth and coughed as if she was going to die.

Shao Wenhong could only stop and wait until he finished coughing before continuing the injection.

Su Jing coughed until she had no strength before she gave up, "She...she..." But when she opened her mouth, her breathing was not smooth again, and she couldn't speak at all.

"Can I read it myself?" Shao Wenhong put down the silver needle and took the letter, "Really, if you can't speak, don't speak."

Su Jing didn't stop him. Anyway, Shao Wenhong was his and would not reveal the secret.

After Shao Wenhong read the letter, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Hey! She's back from Yancheng. She's really lucky. She made tens of thousands of taels during this trip. What a talent!"

Suddenly, he felt a strange gaze falling on his face, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Alas!"

Su Jing raised her finger and pointed weakly at him, her eyes accusing.

Shao Wenhong turned his face away in embarrassment, "Okay! I have to admit, you are also very lucky. Who knew that someone else in your house had cough and asthma? It is still very contagious. For normal people, eating some You can just carry the medicine on your own and it will be over. But you have a weak foundation and you used the medicine again. The trouble was so serious, but don't worry, as long as I am here, you will never die."