Shen Hao was too narrow-minded at the moment. After a month, he realized that he could really do whatever he wanted in the Republic of China.
The system ignored his complaints and directly issued a new mission.
[As a godly tycoon system, every second of yours is money.]
[Current level is level 1. Pocket watch is level 1. Can be upgraded.]
[Level 1 pocket watch will generate one cent of money every second.
Upgrade pocket watch: Spending, investing, and giving can generate experience. Cheating methods such as lending and transferring do not count as
spending one yuan each time. You can obtain one point of experience.]
You can only withdraw at least one yuan per withdrawal. The system withdraws cash in seconds, making your spending more efficient and safer. There's no need
to worry
.
Shen Hao was dumbfounded and almost spat out a mouthful of fragrant air.
One centimeter? How many years had it been since they last heard of this unit? It was just one point, and very few people talked about this unit anymore.
In terms of conversion units, one yuan =10 jiao =100 cents =1000 centimetres.
Only 1% per second? 3600% per hour, 60 x 60 x 24 = 86400% for 24 hours a day, which was 86.4 yuan.
"System, are you kidding me? What can you do with only 86 yuan a day?" Shen Hao said unhappily,
[Host, don't use the money of the 21st century to measure it. The one yuan here refers to the silver yuan (Big Yuan).]
[Note: From 1911 to 1919, the price of rice was fixed at 6 silver coins per old stone (178 catties), which was 3.4 cents per catty of rice.
1 silver coin could buy 30 catties of high-quality rice.
The average price of pork was 1.2 cents to 1.3 cents per catty, and 1 silver coin could buy 8 catties of pork. The price of
cotton cloth was 1 cent per foot, and 1 silver coin could buy 10 feet of cotton cloth.] White sugar costs 6 cents per catty, and vegetable oil costs 7-9 cents per catty. Salt costs 1-2 cents per catty…During this period,"one yuan" was equivalent to about 40-50 yuan today.
At this time, the monthly salary of a soldier is only 5 silver dollars. Host, don't bite off more than you can chew.
During the period of the Republic of China, each silver dollar was cast with seven coins and three cents of silver, and the warehouse scale was seven coins and two cents.
Below the silver dollar, there were two kinds of subsidiary coins. The first was the "silver corner", which was called "small coin" in the south. The second level was "copper coins".
When a person suddenly became rich, it was easy for them to lose their balance and become slaves to money. The God Tycoon System was determined to prevent such accidents
. Shen Hao didn't feel anything when it came to other things like rice or cloth, but when it came to pork, he immediately understood.
"What kind of thing can a big round head buy 8 catties of pork? Then wouldn't I be able to buy 672 catties of pork a day? That's a little amazing. I remember that pork in 2019 was usually 25 yuan per catty, so 672 x 22 =14784.
If that's the case, I'm a ten-thousand-yuan household every day?”
[Unit of Money: (One ocean =10 silver horns =1000 copper coins)
Forget about getting rich, even if Shen Hao got 10,000 yuan a day, his heart would beat wildly and he would almost swell.]
At the thought of this, Shen Hao felt much more at ease. It was not unacceptable for him to accept one percent per second.
Just as Shen Hao was secretly rejoicing, he heard a commotion in his ears. He looked over curiously.
He saw hundreds of soldiers carrying rifles made by the Hanyang Factory on their backs.
The crowd was divided into two rows. In the middle were dozens of prisoners who were tied up. There were wooden signs on their bodies that read Revolutionary Party.
"What a pity. The Revolutionary Army is really a chivalrous person."
"There's no other way. Yanjing is Yuan Shikai's territory. Aren't they courting death by assassinating Yuan Shikai here?"
"Hmph, Yuan Shikai deserves to die. He still wants to be the emperor? Pah!"
In this era, there was no entertainment. The only hobby of the people was to watch the market and kill people.
Although everyone was indignant, no one stepped forward. It was the attitude of an ordinary person to pretend that this matter had nothing to do with them.
Listening to the discussions of the surrounding crowd, even Shen Hao, who was a wily old fox, sighed. He sincerely admired people who risked their lives for justice because he could not do it.
Since Shen Hao had nothing to do, he followed the onlookers to watch the show.
These prisoners were not dragged out of the city. They were directly taken to the market for execution.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of gunshots rang out!
These prisoners were lying in a pool of blood, their eyes wide open in anger.
When Shen Hao was stared at by a death row prisoner, he was shocked!
He felt all the hair on his body stand as a chill assaulted him.
It was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene and so many corpses. Shen Hao's stomach began to rebel, and his throat began to vomit.
Only then did Shen Hao clearly understand the cruelty of this era. You had no gun or power. It was too easy for others to kill you here.
At the thought of this, Shen Hao suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. He felt that he had to keep a low profile and hide.
Suppressing the disgust in his heart, he turned around and left. Shen Hao was afraid that he would vomit.
When the children beside him saw Shen Hao like this, they scratched their faces with their index fingers and circled around him while laughing."Shame, shame, shame."
"Oh, brother, shame, shame, shame."
"Hahaha…" The adults at the side all laughed. They were obviously watching Shen Hao make a fool of himself.
"This little brother is afraid of the pro-stage."
"He's really useless. A few days ago, Aunt Hua's son coughed. It's said that eating steamed buns stained with the blood of these heroes can cure his phthisis. That child is only a few years old, but he hasn't vomited."
"Can this blood-stained steamed bun really cure phthisis?"”
"That's right. It's very effective. This is what the medical books say.
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