Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 132 Real estate prices in the Ming Dynasty
When Yu Min said this, Lana couldn't help but looked at her skin curiously, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Then mine are not dark, will he like it?"

Yu Min smiled and said, "Should be, when the time comes, you can accompany him at night, just ask if you don't know."

Lana gritted her teeth, shook her head, her face flushed slightly, and said, "I'm embarrassed to undress in front of him."

"It's okay, you can take it off behind his back."

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Zhu Changyuan's mouth and nose were about to spurt blood, so he went outside and hid for a while, and then washed his face with cold water to calm down.

She ran to the room where she had taken a bath and found the camera that was left on the couch, walked out the door with her hands in her hands, and then quietly entered Lana and Yumin's room, tiptoeing.

Lana, who was intoxicated in Yu Min's story, suddenly heard the door of the room, was startled when she saw Zhu Changyuan, and said, "You bastard, why is there no sound when you walk?"

Zhu Changyuan cried and said, "Why is there no sound?" Shaking the camera in his hand, he said, come here, I'll take portraits for you.

"Cut!" Lana dismissed it, "Since when did you become a painter?"

Zhu Changyuan said: "I'm not a painter, and a painter is not as good as me."

"Lana, just sit on that chair." Seeing her reluctance, Zhu Changyuan lifted his face, "Go, if you don't listen to the master, I will spank your ass."

Lana staggered to the side of the cool chair, her butt leaned upwards, her legs didn't dare to raise her legs as high as before, and she said shyly, "What kind of portrait do you draw for me, I'm not old yet?"

Zhu Changyuan said: "What does the portrait have to do with old age!" He took out the camera in his hand and "clicked, clicked" at Lana for a while.

After taking photos, Huan Yumin came next.

After tossing around for a long time, there were reports and photos, and it was noon after a while. I led my family to have a meal in the dining room downstairs. I suddenly remembered what Guo Yu told him about the post station, and asked: "Where is the imperial court?" Arranged a station for me, do we want to live in it?"

Lana shook her head, "I've seen the station, it's not good."

Princess Xiaohe was also unwilling to go.

Zhu Changyuan smiled bitterly, "No matter how rich I am, I can't always live in the inn."

"That can't always live in the station!"

"So, I still want to buy a house in the capital?" After thinking about it for a long time, he weighed his family's wealth and decided to ask about the house price in the capital.

There is money, and there is plenty of it.

In the past, I opened up the pirates' lair, and I copied Geng Zhongming's old background by attacking Pidao, so I still have a lot of savings.I haven't counted the exact number, but there are still several thousand taels of gold.

However, Zhu Changyuan didn't bring much money with him, only more than 1000 taels of silver. Before Wu Sangui played 1000 taels of autumn wind, almost all of it was used to help the victims in Tianjin Wei.

Now I have more than a thousand taels of silver in my hand, but is it enough to buy a house in Beijing?

Zhu Changyuan couldn't help retreating a little bit, because in his previous life, the house price in the place under the foot of the emperor in his mind was ridiculously expensive, and a suite cost hundreds of millions.It frightened him, to be honest.

"Buy one, husband!" Lana pulled Zhu Changyuan's arm, and flung out a charming expression, pleading for the ultimate, which is also a kind of beauty.

"Husband." Yu Min followed Lana's example and grabbed Zhu Changyuan's other arm, "I want a home, or you can send me to Sun Moon Island."

Having been with Zhu Changyuan for a long time, both of them have acquired the habit of speaking in vernacular, and the way they speak is full of modern flavor.

Zhu Changyuan bit it hard, and said with a wry smile: "Well, I don't bring much money this time, and I will bring more when I return to Riyue Island next time."

Yumin looked at Zhu Changyuan and smiled winkingly, looked around, and said coquettishly: "Master, if you buy us a residence, maybe there will be benefits at night."

Nani?

Zhu Changyuan suddenly regained his spirits. Since Lana came, this bitter monk has really done enough for such a long time. Today, his wife hinted at the franchise, how can he live up to it.

"The shopkeeper! Come here."

Zhu Changyuan's domineering aura dissipated and he gave a loud shout.

The shopkeeper trotted all the way from the front desk, with a smile on his face, he said, "Master, what do you want me for?" But he greeted the eighteen generations of Zhu Changyuan's ancestors in his heart, thinking that if you have something to do, don't you call Xiaoer, how many are like you? How can you call the shopkeeper like this?
"Then what!" He picked his teeth, took another sip of water to rinse his mouth, and said, "Well, please help me find out if there are any suitable yards for sale here in the capital. I want to buy one."

The shopkeeper suddenly realized what Zhu Changyuan was calling him, he smiled and said: "Okay, wait a moment, master, I will send someone to ask in the afternoon."

"That's good." A little embarrassed, he pulled the shopkeeper aside, and said, "It doesn't need to be too expensive, just look for five or six hundred, seven or eight hundred taels, and don't consider anything over a thousand taels of silver."

"Pfft." The shopkeeper almost fell to the ground with a black line on his forehead.

"Master, don't you want to entertain me?" The shopkeeper looked at Zhu Changyuan with a wry smile.

Zhu Changyuan said: "Fart, grandpa has nothing to entertain you? What's the matter, you can do it if you can buy it, and you can't buy it and drag it down."

The shopkeeper said: "In the courtyard near the imperial city, you can pick at will for two hundred miles of silver. If it is farther away, it is only 50 taels, and the courtyard is only 80 taels. Are you going to buy a manor?"

Only then did Zhu Changyuan understand that the housing prices in the Ming Dynasty were not as high as I imagined.

"Oh oh oh." Hearing what the shopkeeper said, he felt much better. He went back to his seat and settled down. With enough confidence, the pretentious mode was quickly turned on, "I thought you wanted to blackmail me, sir?"

Wearing an official uniform, the shopkeeper couldn't help but feel unafraid. The guy almost gave up his legs and said, "My lord, how dare I? Even if you lend me two guts, I won't dare."

"You only have two guts, are you scolding me?" I felt that it was almost done, and I would lose my character if I pretended again, so I said: "You help me find it, the closer you are to the Ministry of Industry, the better. It’s enough to go to the hospital, and the master will not be able to do without your benefits.”

"No, this is your salary." He took out two taels of silver from his trouser pocket, and casually threw it to the shopkeeper.

"Hey. Thank you, master, thank you, master." The shopkeeper thanked him a thousand times and withdrew.

Zhu Changyuan took the two ladies back to the room, lying on the cool chair to enjoy the shade, thinking that the income of the officials of the Ming Dynasty was so low, could it be related to the low house price?
That’s not right. Although the salaries of officials are not high, they are full of luxuries. It is impossible to live on tens of taels of silver every month. After thinking about it, I can’t figure it out. It’s not on the side of the Ming Dynasty, but it should be on our side. These bastards are even worse than these ancient feudal landlords.”

For the next two days, I was constantly looking for houses and looking at houses. Zhu Changyuan was so tired that he was dying. Fortunately, because of his good performance, Yumin gave him a lot of benefits at night, which made Zhu Changyuan look forward to Shu, and his heart kept going. He wondered when Princess Gu Lun's wasteland would be reclaimed.

　Forecast for the next section: The Ministry of Industry's dismounting.

　　Brothers, good night, today a guy threatened me not to update Chapter 5, okay brother, in order to satisfy your wishes, today I asked the foreman to take a day off and went to the Internet cafe to write, I don’t know if I can take it back capital.

　　Also, since the old monk is usually very tired from work, the daily updates are more or less nonsense. Let’s put it this way, the old monk really can’t explode the updates.

　　Forgive me for being a handicapped party

　　
　
(End of this chapter)