noffsinger Chapter 163 The Poor Gets Rich
Chapter 163 The Poor Gets Rich
Zhou Chang only breathed a sigh of relief after getting rid of the troublesome Prince Duan.
"Your Highness." Gao Yuan seemed to see that Zhou Chang looked unhappy, but the most he could do was call out.
"It's okay, let's go back and rest for a while." Zhou Chang shook his head, feeling that he didn't have the energy to speak. He hadn't slept well for three consecutive nights, so it was normal for him to look like a ghost.
Maybe I was too excited just now, and now that I have relaxed a little, I find it even more difficult to hold on.
Zhou Chang walked back.
Tang Mao caught up with him again, his expression serious, and bowed solemnly: "On behalf of the imperial guards, I would like to thank His Royal Highness Prince Yi. It is not because of Yao Yuefang, but because of the conflict with the garrison camp just now."
"Needless to say," Zhou Chang waved his hands, not stopping his steps, but really like a 100-year-old woman, "I also look down on those who can only talk, and some of them bite people more than poisonous snakes. Tang Duwei doesn't need to take it to heart."
"Your Highness, you don't know," Tang Mao seemed to be unable to hold back, "The Imperial Guards have always been at odds with the garrison troops and local troops. The main reason is that they are jealous of the Imperial Guards, who guard the Imperial City and are at the feet of the emperor. Moreover, the Imperial Guards are not only valued, but they also don't have to risk their lives on the battlefield. Therefore, the garrison battalion's reluctance to help is not entirely because they want to conserve their energy, but more because they want to take this opportunity to laugh at the Imperial Guards."
Objectively speaking, the Imperial Guards are indeed prone to the envy of other military branches, and in comparison, the other side is not even wrong. The Imperial Guards are a good job with good treatment and no danger.
Zhou Chang naturally couldn't speak out his true feelings, so he had to cheer himself up and say a few perfunctory words: "It doesn't matter if they laugh at me or not. The country is at war now. If anyone delays important matters, even the king of heaven can't save him."
"Yes, usually the imperial guards don't bother with them openly. Today, we didn't expect that His Royal Highness Prince Yi would help us vent our anger. We all saw it, and we are all grateful." Tang Mao said it with some sincerity.
Zhou Chang was not interested in this kind of internal fighting: "I don't want any gratitude, just get this batch of frostbite cream out quickly and send them away."
"Don't worry, Your Highness." Tang Mao was a military man after all, so he felt relieved after saying what he wanted to say.
After saying this, he bowed and took action.
Zhou Chang looked back again and suddenly thought of the Minister of War Peng Pai.
It was God's will that the Peng faction disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, with the conflict just now, the Peng faction should have gone out to mediate.
However, it doesn't matter whether Peng faction is there or not. This guy looks impressive on the outside, but he can't be relied upon to do anything. He is just a fool.
Zhou Chang returned to the east stand. It was already dark, the moon was at its zenith, and the stars were twinkling.
Looks like I'll have to stay up all night again tonight.
Zhou Chang slumped in a chair with two quilts on his body. Half asleep and half awake, his mind drifted to the ten thousand taels of silver note. He wondered if the skinny monkey could get the job done with the ten thousand taels.
Gao Yuan also put two quilts on the floor, but did not lie down. Instead, he sat cross-legged, took out a small knife and a piece of wood, and practiced knife skills with only his right hand.
I don’t know how long it took, Zhou Chang seemed to fall into a deep sleep for a while, then woke up again. When he opened his eyes, the skinny monkey was already standing in front of him.
"Your Highness, it's done." The skinny monkey grinned and was stuffing snacks from the tea table beside him into his mouth.
"Thank you for your hard work. How much does it cost?" Zhou Chang made a "bold statement" at the time, and his biggest worry afterwards was exceeding the budget.
The skinny monkey ate a plate of snacks in two or three bites, and said without delay: "Ten thousand taels of silver notes were used as a deposit. Thanks to Mr. Zhong's acquaintance with the chief steward He of the Yuan family, if it weren't for the chief steward He taking it..."
"Have all the ten thousand taels of silver been given out?" Zhou Chang was still worried, mainly because he was unsure about how poor people would spend money.
"Yes," the thin monkey changed another plate of snacks, "the deposit of 10,000 taels of silver has been handed over to the head shopkeeper. This matter is also thanks to the help of the Yuan family."
Zhou Chang was still worried about the money, and he only wanted to ask, "How much money does it cost to rent a room for one night? Apart from this ten thousand taels, how much more will it cost?"
The skinny monkey's mouth was full, so he could only shake his head, his voice unclear: "I don't know, and I didn't ask any more questions, but..."
"But what?" Zhou Chang now had money in his pocket, but for a poor man to become rich was like suffering.
"I think this matter should be easy to discuss. Everyone knows that Yaoyuefang is owned by the Yuan family. What the prince is doing now is also related to the Yuan family. Could it be that they will ask for an exorbitant price?" Skinny Monkey's reasoning has always been simple.
Zhou Chang also had the same vague thought in his mind, but he never dared to put his idea into practice like Shouhou.
Her current mentality is more like that of Granny Liu in A Dream of Red Mansions, and the Yuan family is the Jia family.
A single hair plucked out by the Yuan family is thicker than their waist. Maybe the Yuan family felt that they did not charge extra money, but just a token of their appreciation. They were afraid that she would not be able to afford the "given token" fee when the time came.
Things have come to this point, this is all due to poverty and the bad mentality.
Zhou Chang secretly blamed himself, and then he remembered that he had just mentioned Zhong Yu, and couldn't help asking: "You went with Mr. Zhong just now? Why didn't he come back with you?"
"Mr. Zhong stopped by Siwei Medicine Store on his way back." The skinny monkey ate food as fast as a beam of light, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Yu had been working hard running back and forth for days, and Zhou Chang was always apologetic, but what was the use of just saying it and thinking about it in his heart? He still had to have a chance to repay him in a real way.
While the skinny monkey was talking, all the food and drinks on the tea table were swept away like whirlwind.
"Oh, by the way, go tell them." Zhou Chang half-collapsed back into the rattan chair. The temperature quickly turned cold at night, and once he was buried in the quilt, he was too lazy to move.
"Yes." The skinny monkey reported to Zhou Chang as soon as he came back, while others didn't know the result yet.
The skinny monkey ran over and conveyed the news that the Yaoyuefang had been successfully booked.
Zhou Changyuan could hear the cheers from the east side even from the west stands.
The excitement on the West Parade Ground reached an unprecedented climax. The sound of shovels overturning pots and the shouts of adding firewood to the fire were twice as loud as the previous two days.
If we calculate strictly according to the time, as long as it is past midnight, the three-day deadline has passed.
However, ancient people obviously did not have such a strict concept of time.
As long as it doesn't happen later than tonight, by the hour of Mao, and as long as the reserve army can receive 10,000 bottles of frostbite cream and set off on time, everything will be fine.
Now, Zhou Chang ordered people to report the progress every hour. At this time, all she could do was wait.
After the hour of Chou, the garrison battalion had just finished counting the second batch of 3,000 bottles of snake oil and loading them into boxes.
The people in the garrison camp dared not say anything even though they had to stay up all night with the enemy, but they would rather watch and wait than help.
I would rather wait until the last minute than finish it early and leave early.
Zhou Chang was anxious and said he wanted to rest but in fact he couldn't sleep.
I have to go back and take a look every hour. "For some people, being poor has become a chronic disease that blinds their eyes and makes them unable to see the beauty of the world.
Even if some people are rich, they are blind. They probably exchanged their ability to see beauty for money.”