Chapter 9: Making money, isn't that easy?
Su Luo then realized that this gentleman had been following them because he was curious about Su Luo's sudden abnormal behavior at the market, and he saw the scene where Su Luo tore up the private contract.
"For example, if you go to buy something and the boss sells you a fake product and you discover it, you take the item to report it to the police, but the boss says he will never do it again and promises not to sell fakes in the future. You agree and decide not to report it to the police, but to give him a chance. The next day you find that the boss is still selling fakes, and you can't bear to see your fellow villagers continue to be deceived, so you immediately decide to report it to the police and not give the liar a second chance. Do you think you did the right thing?"
Zhou Chongwen was a little cautious. He felt there was a trap here, but he still thought about it seriously and nodded, "Of course."
"That's wrong. You clearly promised that boss not to report it to the police, but you went anyway. Isn't that a breach of promise?"
Zhou Chongwen heard something and shook his head and chuckled, "How are these the same? The premise of not reporting to the police is that the boss stops selling fakes, but he is still selling them. How can reporting to the police now be considered as breaking his promise?"
Su Luo clapped his hands, "This is the key point. Do you think Xiangji will learn a lesson from this incident and turn from evil to good, from evil to good, and from falsehood to truth?"
Zhou Chongwen was deep in thought, thinking about this possibility. Su Luo said before he could speak: "Absolutely not! After this incident, Xiangji will only get worse. Think about it, it only costs 80 taels to settle a life. What else will they not dare to do in the future? Credibility? Do unscrupulous businessmen have these two words in their eyes? They can't see credibility, so what credibility can they talk to him about!"
Zhou Chongwen pondered it carefully for a long time and said that you are using sophistry. First you confuse people and then you change the concept.
Su Luo really looked at Zhou Si in a different light. After all this time it turned out that he was still confused. Fortunately, this guy didn't say anything in the end. He just led her on the road with his head down. When they saw the boundary monument of "Zhuxian Town", an hour had passed.
For two hours, without stopping, relying only on bus No. 11, Su Luo went from being on a picnic at first to being frugal with every word, and finally to being dejected.
"Fortunately Xiao Yi didn't come." Su Luo sighed, and had a new view of Zhou Chongwen in his heart. It seemed that his purpose was not to save any travel expenses, but to be afraid of tiring the child. Sigh! There are always people who do things without saying anything, silently bearing the misunderstandings of others. So Zhou Chongwen's tall image was erected again, and Su Luo immediately decided not to call him "Zhou Si" in his heart anymore, and called him "Mr. Zhou" in the future to show respect.
Just as I made the decision, a large carriage with a gray awning and cloth curtains and bells jingling on the carriage came towards me. The driver whipped his horse whip in the air and shouted, "Towards Yingjin Village, Jinbao Village, and Baolai Village, two copper coins for one person, two copper coins for one person."
Su Luo really wanted to sigh that the ancient times were actually very advanced, with even buses and horse-drawn carriages, but she didn't want to sigh, she wanted to curse.
"Why should we walk if there is a carriage?" She emphasized the word "walk".
Zhou Chongwen said: "It costs two cents per person to take a carriage."
Su Luo was speechless. He had calculated the rice prices at the market yesterday using the ancient and modern prices. At this moment, one tael of silver was equal to one thousand copper coins, which was approximately RMB 600 to 700. Even at a one-to-one exchange rate, two cents was only RMB 2. For these two dollars, they walked for two hours.
Su Luo walked forward while sulking, then turned back unwillingly, rushed to Zhou Si and stretched out five fingers, "You, you have five hundred coins, five thousand coins, but you are so stingy that you don't even want to spend two coins!"
"I only have five hundred dollars."
Su Luo was choked for a moment, but she decided not to bother with this guy. After she made some money, she would book two carriages to go home. She would take carriage A for the first half of the journey and carriage B for the second half. She would let this guy run behind the carriages, eating dust, and she would never show mercy.
I walked for another fifteen minutes in a self-hypnotic way, and finally saw the three characters of Zhuxian Town hanging high above the archway, with people walking around below. The town was even more lively, with the hawkers shouting one after another, and merchants walking back and forth on the streets. There were several large-scale hotels and inns on both sides of the road. Although it was not yet noon, it was already bustling with people, and it was a thriving town.
Although the ancient town in front of her was not as vivid as the one shown in the film and television base, and had a grayish color, it looked very real. For the first time, Su Luo felt that she had really come to the Ming Dynasty and returned to more than 400 years ago. What surprised her even more was that the liveliness of Zhuxian Town was not less than that of a second-tier city in the future. How could a town be so large?
Zhou Chongwen smiled and said, "Don't be surprised. Kaifeng Prefecture's only land and water port is in Zhuxian Town, so it is prosperous."
Prosperity. Su Luo's mood suddenly became cheerful, and her previous depressed mood was swept away. Here she saw the future, saw hope, and saw golden beauties everywhere... Well, let's not talk about beauties for now.
Unlike Su Luo's shining eyes, Zhou Chongwen seemed to have forgotten his mission as a guide. He walked Su Luo to a corner of the main street, found a stone step and sat down with ease. He took out pen and ink, as well as a white towel from the cloth bag behind him, with four big words written on it, "Write a letter home for him."
Su Luo crossed her arms and watched him busying around in silence. She saw him find a piece of wood from somewhere and put it on some stones. She saw him spread a towel and arrange paper and ink. The ghostwriting stall was officially opened.
"We are here to make money." Su Luo looked down on his pettiness.
"I'm making money." Zhou Chongwen blew on his hands and flexed his fingers. "You only asked me to bring you here. I brought you here. We have to go back before sunset. You should hurry up."
Su Luo could see that this guy didn't believe that she had any good ideas to make money at all. He brought her here just to please her and made her exhausted.
"Just wait!" Su Luo raised his head confidently, "Don't be surprised when I come back with a lot of gold and silver."
Zhou Chongwen didn't raise his eyebrows and continued to do his finger exercises. Su Luo glared at him fiercely and decided to observe the terrain first. Just after taking two steps, the announcer's voice came, "Just walk on the main street. There are many alleys in the town. Don't be unable to come back."
"None of your business!" Su Luo replayed the scene in her mind where she was riding in a carriage and letting this guy eat dust. She felt a little more balanced. She took a deep breath and raised her momentum to the extreme. Daming, she is coming!
It must be said that Su Luo is a person who knows herself well. Although she is full of confidence, she still recognizes her own shortcomings. For example, she can't make glass or steel, and she doesn't have any modern jewelry or epoch-making glass balls that she can pawn for 10,000 or 20,000 taels of silver. In order to make her first pot of gold, she can only rely on her own hands to create miracles!
Through a preliminary comparison of ancient professions last night, Su Luo decided to make the first stop of his money-making tour at the evil place of sensual pleasures.
According to many books about time travel, brothels in ancient times were great places. If you acted noble and noble and sang two popular songs on stage, you would become famous. Every day, someone would throw a lot of money at you, and the chance of meeting your Mr. Right was very high. Although the reputation is a bit bad, who can blame us for being time travelers? The creed of time travelers is that we are not afraid of a bad reputation, but we are afraid of not having good plots! No matter what it is, after it is associated with "time travel", there are only two words left - awesome!
