Training Tai Sui

Of course, it is not impossible to buy clothes of this era, but Qin Feng looked at his pitiful 100 taels of silver, and suddenly felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the famous title of the first rich man in the Sui Dynasty.

"Master, Master is selling it!"

Qin Feng pushed open the door, looked at Qin Hua who was in a hurry, and said angrily, "What are you talking about, the young master is not for sale!"

Qin Hua was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he finally figured out the ambiguity in his words, and quickly changed his words: "Master, it's something that's sold."

"Housekeeper, what has been sold?"

Qin Feng remembered that he took out a lot of things from the warehouse. Originally, he wanted to take care of them by himself. Unfortunately, in this era, businessmen are not popular in this industry, so these affairs can only be handed over to Qin Hua.

Qin Hua looked around cautiously, and found that there was no one else except Wan'er who had rushed over after hearing the sound, and then said in a low voice, "Master, it's that box, it's sold."

"Box?"

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then reacted.The box Qin Hua mentioned was the jewelry box of later generations, it was not as big as a palm, and there was nothing else in it except a small mirror.This thing is basically only a little girl will buy in the future, and it is not worth much, you can buy one for three or five yuan.

Qin Feng didn't care, and asked casually, "How much did you sell?"

In his opinion, selling this thing for three or five taels of silver would be the best. It is basically impossible to make a fortune from this thing.

Qin Hua stretched out three fingers, Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and said, "Two or three? Forget it, talking is better than nothing."

"Master..."

Qin Hua felt that this answer was an absolute insult to himself, how could such a precious thing be so cheap.

Qin Feng was a little afraid to say: "30 taels?"

Qin Hua shook his head, the three fingers did not intend to let go, as if fearing that Qin Feng would not see them, they stretched out in front of him again.

"Could it be 300 taels?"

Qin Feng felt that the world was a little crazy. You must know that his current wealth is only a little more than 100 taels. Can such a broken thing be worth 300 taels?

Qin Hua's face was full of joy, but he still said reservedly: "Master, it's 360 taels!"

What the hell!

Qin Feng had some suspicions that something was wrong with his ears. You should know that it is just a cheap plastic shell with a small mirror inside, so it is so valuable?

Traveling through the past few days, he has already figured out the current market price. A bucket of corn costs 20 renminbi, and a bucket of rice only costs 120 renminbi, which means that one tael of silver can buy almost a stone of rice, more than 100 catties!

"This is still the first."

Qin Hua seemed to have digested the shock brought by the terrifying amount of money, and said confidently: "Master, the first one is a cheap sale. After we get word of mouth, our small box will sell for at least 380 taels, or even 400 taels!"

Qin Feng was stunned. He never thought that he just randomly picked some inconspicuous things from the warehouse and they were so valuable. Wouldn't he who owns the warehouse be able to buy the whole Dasui?

"Housekeeper, go buy some dowry for the young lady first, and deal with the rest after a while."

Qin Feng is very clear about the reason why everyone is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying jade, and good things can't be swarmed together, otherwise they will be worthless.

But no matter what, for Qinjiazhuang today, more than 300 taels of white money is a timely rain, which can completely solve Qin Feng's urgent needs.

The wealthy Qin Feng was very enlightened, and he ordered casually: "Housekeeper, it doesn't need to be too expensive to buy some fabrics for the farmers, but you must ensure that everyone has them. No family can be missing.”

It feels good to spend money.

Qin Hua's excited old face immediately shrugged and pulled down. Seeing that Qin Feng didn't seem to be joking, he said, "Master, this...isn't necessary?"

"It's very necessary." Qin Feng said with great certainty: "Look at Zhuangzi next door, we can't be too shabby, can we?"

Qin Hua only felt pain in his back molars, and he understood why Qin Feng bought clothes for others, but he still hesitated and said, "Master, why should we learn from them? The village next door is a prodigal son, we... .”

Qin Hua didn't say the latter words, but Qin Feng could hear them.

Young master, you can't be a prodigal!

Qin Feng had some headaches. Through Wan'er's explanation, he actually understood in his heart that the Qin family's poems and books were heirlooms, but in his generation, he didn't know if it was because of his cheap father Qin Yi who came to have a son, he was very fond of him. Doting on him has formed his character of being a bit of a prodigal, otherwise Diao Xiang would not have said that they are Daxing Shuangjiao.

"Housekeeper, you are right. This matter is indeed the work of a prodigal, but go outside and find out. Who is the biggest prodigal in Daxing City?"

Straighten out his chest, at this moment, Qin Feng's heart is full of pride.Prodigal son is good, in this way, he dares to do things that don't conform to the world's concept, and then push it to the name of prodigal son, who can say anything?

"Anyway, it's not you, young master..."

Wan'er's whisper made Qin Feng a little embarrassed, but it was also normal. Daxing City was the capital of the Sui Dynasty, and there were countless dignitaries. His father, Qin Yi, was only a mere fifth-rank official. It's not his turn to do it.

But this didn't affect Qin Feng's lofty ideal of becoming the biggest prodigal son of the Sui Dynasty in the slightest. With a big wave of his hand, he said firmly: "That's the decision, it's just money, and besides, it's a good thing for me to recover, young master, to make the farmers happy What's wrong with being happy?"

Well, this reason is very strong, at least in Qin Hua's view, there is no room for refutation.

Can he still say that the young master's recovery is not worth celebrating?

"The young master is really smart, this old slave will do it now."

Although he was still a little reluctant, Qin Hua still nodded and agreed, and he also understood a little bit, the young master's trick is good.

After beating Wei Jun to death in the name of celebrating his recovery, the hearts of the Qin family village were a little fluctuating, why didn't he think of it?

Qin Feng looked at Qin Hua's hurried back, a little confused, so, he just didn't want to be compared by the next door, how clever is he?

Looking back at Wan'er, who was also somewhat dull, Qin Feng asked, "Wan'er, is the young master smart?"

"Wan'er doesn't know." Wan'er looked a little silly, and said with a smile on her face, "But the butler is a knowledgeable person. He said that the young master is smart, so the young master is naturally smart."

Well, being a prodigal son is still smart, Qin Feng shook his head, and stopped thinking about it, but ordered: "Wan'er, tell the kitchen, the young master doesn't want to eat fried steak today, let them make roast beef with potatoes."

Wan'er stared blankly at Qin Feng, wondering: "Master, what are potatoes?"

Qin Feng felt a little headache when he slapped his forehead. If he remembered correctly, potatoes should have been introduced to China only in the Ming Dynasty, and naturally they would not be available at this time.

"Forget it, let's fry the steak, and don't forget to give one to the little lady."

Chapter 13 married, trampled

Drum music bursts, and eight lifts of the sedan chair.

For Qin Feng's wedding, it is not actually frugal. After all, Qin Feng is not short of money now, the only thing he lacks is that he is too deserted.

The only guests were Diao Xiang and his father Diao Yun, and Diao Yun had to take on the heavy responsibility of presiding over Qin Feng's wedding by the way.

The only luck is that Liu Wanting, who broke out of her family, doesn't care about this, and although Qin Feng wants to care about it, he can't go to the street to attract people to his wedding.

As for the farmers, it is naturally impossible to appear as guests. This is not Qin Feng's stinginess, but the rules of this era.

No matter how desolate the Qin family is, it is still a family of the fifth rank, and servants and tenants like them are not able to go to court. Even if Qin Feng has the amulet of prodigal son, he would not dare to do such deviant things, otherwise The whole Daxing City will spread the legend that Qin Feng is not only a prodigal son, but also a fool.