"Last time, Shuang'er gave me two hundred taels of ink. I want some too."
"...What?" Jiang Hai even blurted out in Japanese.
In fact, Yuchi Ziling was not short of money. She didn't spend much money to begin with.
She just thought that this person had just made her socially miserable, so she had to make up for the mental loss by making up for it.
Jiang Hai awkwardly pulled out two silver bills, and took out a few more when he pulled them out.
He simply stuffed all the banknotes into his wife's hands, probably seven or eight in total.
After all this back and forth, twenty taels were given to his sister-in-law, and his wife robbed several tickets. He was the only one who suffered a loss, and he also lost half of the poem.
Jiang Hai put his pen on the pen holder, using this as an excuse not to write, and said,
"I won't write anymore. I lose money writing poetry."
What a rich couple! They cheated each other and in the eyes of others, it was like they were showing off their wealth.
This group of Yuchi Ziling's friends were all daughters of officials. In fact, they didn't have much money on them, and basically no more than two hundred taels.
Seeing that Yuchi Ziling could get so much money just by grinding ink for her husband, everyone felt emotional and a little envious.
If I could marry a man with so much money, even if he was a scholar, it would be great.
However, Young Master Jiang had no idea at all. He just spent his money by taking out the bills one by one, and then asked Wenzhi for more after he had used them.
Jiang Hai himself doesn't know how much money he has, it's just a number.
The tax money collected by the Xincheng government office in a month was enough for him to squander for a long time.
If Yang Hongye knew about this, his saliva might be enough to fill up this dream lake.
After letting him go for a walk around the new city, Jiang Hai can tell him that poor people are not worthy of playing tricks with him.
After putting away the banknote, Yuchi Ziling happily thanked her husband and returned to her group of friends.
Yuchi Shuang felt that her sister had become cunning. She had not thought of such a good job just now. Her sister's reliability was reduced by one.
When Lu Wan saw Yuchi Ziling coming back, she also asked quietly,
"Your husband is so rich, this must be seven or eight hundred taels, and he didn't even blink an eye?"
Yuchi Ziling is actually similar to Jiang Hai. If her purse had not been stolen during her trip to southern Xinjiang, she would also have a confused concept of money.
She only knew that she usually only had a few dozen taels of money on her, which she couldn't even spend.
Lu Wan said this, she didn't know how to express it, so she told her about Young Master Jiang's daily life.
"He was extravagant, and you hardly ever saw him spend money; it was either silver notes or gold leaves.
He said that silver was too heavy to carry, and rewarding servants was also gold leaves."
After saying this, Yuchi Ziling still looked at Jiang Hai with disgust, which was exactly the case of someone who didn't know how to appreciate what he had.
“…”
Lu Wan was speechless. This man was extremely rich. In this era, a gold leaf was worth thirty or fifty taels.
Most of the tips given by others are copper coins, and some small change is already very good.
The young ladies next to them lit up their eyes when they heard this, and they almost asked Sister Zi Ling, "Is your family planning to take a concubine? Can I have an interview?"
Under Jiang Hai's aura of wealth, talented people no longer seem so attractive.
Luo Zheng was watching Jiang Hai's smooth operation from the side, his face turning red and white.
Damn, seven or eight hundred taels, enough for him to go to a brothel and have fun for two months without repeating, and still have some left over.
Although his family gave him about one or two hundred taels of silver as monthly allowance, the guy opposite him received nearly a thousand taels of silver in reward from his wife just for grinding ink.
It’s almost as much as his four months’ salary.
Only Lu Qian didn't feel much about the impact of the money, but was deeply moved by Jiang Hai's poems.
He walked to the desk and looked at Jiang Hai's half-written poem, and couldn't help but admire it.
“What a wonderful artistic conception! These two lines of poetry capture the artistic conception so beautifully.
This word "pu" is wonderful, really wonderful.
And this…”
After hearing Lu Qian's words, everyone came back to their senses from Jiang Hai's aura of wealth.
They also went up to observe the half poem he had just written.
Everyone was full of praise, and Jiang Hai's halo was further enhanced.
Lu Qian's upbringing taught him to respect talented people, so he changed his address and said,
"Brother Jiang, why don't you finish the poem? It's such a good beginning."
"No, no, the more I write, the more I lose. Besides, I'm not taking the imperial examinations and I don't want to be famous. So that's it."
Jiang Hai just had bad intentions, which made him feel itchy and unable to see the whole picture.
You can't get rid of your petty eyes. I told you to hang around in front of my wife when you were little.
"Oh, what a pity! I think this poem has a great chance of winning the first prize." Lu Qian was still sighing.
After Lu Qian looked for a while and felt regretful, he turned around and saw that Jiang Hai was gone.
Jiang Hai had already taken Cai'er to the table where pastries were placed and started a pastry and fruit match-3 game.
Lu Qian was a bit stubborn, and he couldn't bear to see the half-finished poem lying there, so he came to find Jiang Hai to complete it.
"Even if Brother Jiang doesn't take the imperial examination, it won't stop you from completing the poem. If you still take the trouble to put pen to paper, it will surely be a masterpiece."
"Forget it, forget it. You've seen how much money my wife spends on grinding ink. I can't afford it."
Jiang Hai was competing with Cai'er in stuffing cakes while making up stories to reject him.
Lu Qian hadn't given up yet, and pointed at Cai'er and said,
"You brought a servant with you, so just let him grind the ink."
Cai'er pouted, looked up and blinked her big round eyes, as if asking Jiang Hai whether he needed to go.
Jiang Hai picked up the cake and stuffed it into Cai'er's mouth, saying,
"Look, she's busy eating and has no time to grind."
“…”
Lu Qian was speechless and paced back and forth anxiously, trying to find a way to persuade him.
Jiang Hai took a look at the man and thought, wow, could he be a Virgo?
I really want to find out his birthday, but I think that's a bit perverted, so I give up.
Luo Zheng was sitting at the desk, and after reading half of the poem, he didn't even want to show off the poem he had prepared.
Yuchi Ziling's sisters discussed the matter in great detail and praised Jiang Hai to her, which made her feel helpless.
In fact, she didn't think there was anything special about it. It was just a poem describing the scenery, which was very realistic. She couldn't appreciate the artistic conception.
Just as this group of women were talking, laughing and discussing.
A few young men who looked like playboys came to the small square.
Standing not far away, one of them pointed in the direction of Yuchi Ziling and said to the person next to him,
"That's the one over there. See? I said she's the most beautiful among the beauties here today."
"Hey, why is it tied up like a woman's bun? Is she married?"
"Yeah, what's going on? Aren't all the girls here unmarried?"
"Is there a possibility that she is a young and beautiful widow who has lost her husband?"
"Tsk tsk, it seems that what you said is true. Wouldn't it be better to be a young widow?"
The few of them were standing very close to Jiang Hai, and Jiang Hai could hear every word they said clearly.
"Fuck that! All the women in your family are widows!"
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