" A hundred strings?!!"
Fang Xuanling, who was about to take out his silver, was stunned. Even Li Er was dumbfounded. He felt as if he was in a mess.
The money here was divided into copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins. A thousand copper coins was equivalent to one copper coin, which was also equivalent to one tael of silver.
One hundred strings of money was equivalent to one hundred taels of silver!
One tael of silver was enough for ordinary people to live frugally for half a year, or even a year!
Qin Feng was asking for an exorbitant price, directly asking for a hundred silver taels?
Zhang Kou is here?
"This, this…"
Fang Xuanling looked at Li Er awkwardly. So much silver, even he felt his heart ache.
He could still accept it if he did something practical, but it was just compensation for the trouble that Cheng Yaojin had caused.
This…
"Young Master Qin, we naturally won't deny the compensation. However, isn't this amount a little too much?”
Li Er couldn't help but say. Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.
"A little too much?"
"Yes, this is a hundred strings after all…"
"How about 99 strings of 900 wen?”
Qin Feng rubbed his chin and looked at Li Er. The latter's mouth twitched.
Was there a difference?
"What's wrong? You can't afford to pay back a hundred wen less?"
Qin Feng's face sank as he withdrew his hand. He shook his head and said,
"The richest man in Chang 'an can't even afford this? Hehe, then how could you have the nerve to say that you would give enough compensation?”
After saying that, Qin Feng sneered in disdain and turned around to leave.
His words were filled with disdain and ridicule, causing Li Er and the others to feel extremely embarrassed.
Was he mocked again?
Who asked Fang Xuanling to pretend that he was the richest man in Chang 'an…
Li Er's face was a little embarrassed. He looked at Cheng Yaojin with dissatisfaction and said,
"Old Cheng, this is the trouble you caused. Quickly compensate Young Master Qin!”
"Ah?"
Cheng Yaojin's face turned bitter and he said,"
"Old Master, I only get a few hundred wen a month as a servant. Where did I get a hundred taels of silver? The butler has money!”
As he spoke, Cheng Yaojin pointed at Fang Xuanling. The latter was so angry that he almost stomped his feet.
"It's all because of you, I…"
"Shut up! Old Cheng, give me the money. Don't you understand?!”
Li Er scolded in dissatisfaction.
These two old fools received a lot of silver every month, and they also had a lot of assets under them. How could they not have money?
Cheng Yaojin took out a big bag of silver from his pocket. This was silver ingots, and one ingot was one tael of silver.
"Here, 100 taels of silver. Remember to give me back 100 wen.”
"Sure."
Qin Feng took it and weighed it in his hand. He handed it to the old stick and said,
"Take the silver back, then go to the village house in front to boil some water and prepare some fresh tea leaves to entertain the distinguished guests.”
"Alright."
The old stick carried the silver and left with the villagers. Qin Feng made a welcoming gesture and said with a smile,
"Please follow me. The village is simple and crude.”
"You're welcome. This is a paradise. It's too modest to say that it's simple.”
Li Er smiled again and walked side by side with Qin Feng towards the thatched cottage.
"Young Master Qin, I heard that you taught the villagers how to plant the crops on the mountain, right?”
"I don't dare to say that it's teaching. It's nothing more than finding some new seeds and planting them.”
"Oh? These were the seeds that Young Master had found? Where did you find it?"
"It can be found all over the mountains and plains. In ancient times, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and our descendants can also try to transform hundreds of crops.”
"After all, there are countless strange things in this world. As long as you are willing to try, there will always be something new.”
Qin Feng smiled indifferently, appearing unfathomable. He naturally said this to fool these wealthy merchants.
"I see."
Realization appeared on Li Er's face. This made sense to him, but the more he heard it, the more he felt that the person in front of him was amazing.
He had tried all kinds of crops. This kind of temperament and ability was not something ordinary people could do.
Even if others wanted to learn, they wouldn't be able to.
Thinking of this, Li Er decided to get along well with Qin Feng. This was a genius!
"Could it be that Young Master Qin's ancestors also tried to plant new crops like this?”
"That's not the case. My father is a retired soldier. These are all things that he had nothing to do when he was young.”
Qin Feng casually explained.
Hiss…
Li Er gasped.
These were all obtained by playing around?
Why do I feel like you're pretending?
"Veteran? May I know if Young Master Qin's father is still alive? How should I address him?”
Cheng Yaojin suddenly became interested. Perhaps he was the son of an old friend. Then things would be simple.
Li Er also pricked up his ears. Qin Feng shook his head.
"My father and mother have passed away."
"This…"
Cheng Yaojin was a little embarrassed and quickly apologized,"
"My condolences, Young Master.”
"It's fine. Come, sit down and have some tea.”
As he spoke, Qin Feng had already brought the few of them to a simple wooden house. Inside, Old Staff was boiling water and making tea.
The fragrance of tea permeated the air. Li Er, Fang Xuanling, and the others were instantly filled with surprise as their noses twitched continuously.
"It smells so good. Young Master Qin, what, what kind of fragrance is this?”
"Tea leaves."
"What? Tea, how could tea leaves have such a fragrance?”
Li Er was stunned.
The Great Tang also had tea leaves, but the method of drinking them was not to brew them, but to boil them.
They would grind the tea leaves into powder and then boil them in water. They would even add some sheep oil, garlic, and other seasonings.
Qin Feng had tasted it once and vomited on the spot. From then on, he taught the villagers how to make tea.
"Just try it."
Qin Feng took the lead and sat down at the main seat. He reached out to pick up the teapot and poured three cups of tea into the porcelain bowl as a greeting.
"Old Cheng, try it!"
Cheng Yaojin seemed to have forgotten his lesson. He picked up the bowl of tea and gulped it down. The next second, he screamed.
"Ouch…It's so hot…"
"Hahaha…"
Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. He lifted his teacup and took a sip.
"You have to slowly taste the tea to know its taste, not drink it like a cow like you. How can you understand the true meaning of it?”
Seeing this, Li Er also imitated the former and took a sip. Then, he smacked his lips and praised,
"That's reasonable. The taste of the tea is indeed excellent.”
"There is a sweetness in the bitterness, just like the bitterness of life. Occasionally, there is a sweetness. It is not an exaggeration to call it Jade Nectar Immortal Dew.”
"There's such a difference with just a slight change in the way you eat. Young Master Qin is indeed a great talent!”
This time, Li Er was really impressed.
He ate tea every day, but today, he saw Qin Feng making tea. It really opened his eyes.
"Hahaha…"
Qin Feng laughed loudly. He then looked at the few of them and said,
"Just now, did you say that you wanted to buy sweet potatoes?”
"Yes, yes, yes."
Back to the main topic, Li Er became extremely focused. He looked at Qin Feng and said seriously,
"Young Master Qin, this time, not only do I want to buy sweet potatoes, but I also want to buy other crops on that mountain. I also want to ask for advice on this kind of planting…"
Before he could finish speaking, a villager ran over from the door and looked at Qin Feng.
"Young Master, someone is here at the village gate and wants to see you.”
"Hmm?"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and asked,
"Do you know who you are and why you are here?”
"He claimed to be the richest man in Chang 'an and said he would buy all the sweet potatoes.”
The richest man in Chang 'an?
Instantly, Qin Feng was stunned. Fang Xuanling's face was dumbfounded, and Li Er's face was twisted.
Someone dares to steal my business?
It's the opposite!
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