"Ah?" Yuan'er exclaimed softly.
Is it really a good thing for masters and servants to serve each other?
Before she could think any further, Qin Chuan had already walked in.
Seeing that Yuan'er was also present, Qin Chuan, who had just taken off his outer robe and was only wearing a white shirt, looked a little embarrassed.
"Yuan'er, aren't you done tidying up yet?"
The implication was that he wanted her to leave so he could have sex with his wife.
Su Ruyan moved slowly with her lotus-like steps, walked over with a smile, and took Qin Chuan's arm, saying, "It was I who asked her to stay, so why... is that not allowed?"
Qin Chuan was taken aback at first, but when he saw Su Ruyan's eyes, he immediately understood.
Thinking of this, he simply took off his shirt, picked up Su Ruyan, and put her on the bed, chuckling, "How can a man say he can't do it! A man can, of course he can..."
Su Ruyan slowly closed her eyes, beckoned with her jade finger, and Yuan'er obediently lay down beside her.
Seeing that Qin Chuan was still as excited as when they first consummated their marriage, Su Ruyan stroked his head and murmured softly, "Husband, shouldn't we be serving you?"
...
Nothing was said that night.
Aside from a few unavoidable, rhythmic sounds, the three of them didn't say much.
The first day of the Lunar New Year.
Having been up for over an hour last night and completely exhausted, Qin Chuan slept until late morning.
Su Ruyan, along with Yuan'er, Juan'er, her mother Madam Yan, her four sisters, a group of maids and servants, and guards, went to the temple to pray and make wishes.
The kitchen staff prepared some food and instructed Li Qiuniang to give it to him.
After reading the note left by Su Ruyan, Qin Chuan stretched and then went to rinse his mouth and wash his face.
At this moment, Li Qiuniang placed the food on the table and then came over to serve.
She wasn't originally in charge of these chores; she was only responsible for washing clothes. But since Yuan'er and Juan'er had left, and she saw that no one was there to serve Qin Chuan, she took the initiative to come over.
Qin Chuan, with Li Qiuniang wiping his face with a towel, asked, "Qiuniang, where is your hometown again?"
"My lord, my hometown is Jizhou in Shandong."
"Oh, from Jeju, Shandong...would you like to go back and visit?"
Qin Chuan planned to give his brother and sister a few days off so they could go back to their hometown to visit their relatives.
Unexpectedly, Li Qiuniang said, "Master, I don't want to go back. I have few relatives left. What would I do if I went back..."
Qin Chuan thought about it and agreed, so he gave up the idea.
After eating something simple, Qin Chuan walked to the gate of the courtyard.
Upon seeing Li Aniu sitting in the gatehouse, he asked him the same question.
Li Aniu's answer was similar to Li Qiuniang's; he also didn't plan to go back to his hometown.
"Come with me for a walk."
Qin Chuan put his hands behind his back and walked out of the courtyard gate.
Li Aniu followed behind.
The large warehouse at the entrance has been built. It covers an area of 30 acres and is large enough to store a lot of supplies.
The Qin family courtyard faces south, while these warehouses are located on the east and west sides.
Upon arriving at the warehouse entrance, Qin Chuan said to Li Aniu, "Don't come in. Wait for me outside."
"yes."
Li Aniu obediently guarded the outside of the warehouse.
Qin Chuan walked into the warehouse and activated the system, "System brother, I want to buy salt..."
...
After touring each warehouse, Qin Chuan took Li Aniu and arrived at the Su residence by carriage.
Most people in the Su residence went to the temple.
Only the person in charge is at home.
Is the second son-in-law here?
After Qin Chuan led Li Aniu inside, he asked the steward.
The steward said, "Fifth son-in-law, the second son-in-law is here, in the guest room in the east wing. This old servant will take you there right away."
"good."
Qin Chuan, along with Li Aniu, followed the steward to find Chen Xueyan.
The steward knocked on Chen Xueyan's door: "Second son-in-law, fifth son-in-law is here."
Chen Xueyan was reading in the house when he heard that Qin Chuan had arrived. His face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly came to open the door.
Upon seeing Qin Chuan, Chen Xueyan quickly bowed deeply: "Greetings, Imperial Preceptor."
Qin Chuan immediately helped him up and said with a smile, "Second brother-in-law, there is no imperial advisor here. We are family, so there is no need for formalities. Just call me fifth brother-in-law!"
"Yes, Fifth Brother-in-law."
Chen Xueyan laughed along, then poured Qin Chuan a cup of tea, and poured one for himself as well.
"Fifth brother-in-law, please sit down."
When Chen Xueyan saw Li Aniu standing at the door, he asked Qin Chuan who he was.
"He is my bodyguard."
After speaking with Chen Xueyan, Qin Chuan said to Li Aniu, "Aniu, close the door for me and stand guard outside. We have something important to discuss."
"yes."
Li Aniu did as he was told, holding an ironwood stick, standing like a pine tree outside the door.
"Something important..."
Chen Xueyan pondered Qin Chuan's words carefully, and a sense of doubt began to creep into his heart...
My fifth sister's husband is the Imperial Advisor, what important things could he possibly have to talk to me about?
Could it be that the imperial court found out about Da Jiang selling salt?
Dajiang is an enemy state of Dagan. Selling salt in Dajiang is tantamount to aiding the enemy. Could it be that the court has spread rumors that they are going to arrest people?
Thinking of this, Chen Xueyan broke out in a cold sweat...
Qin Chuan slowly took a sip of tea and said, "Second brother-in-law, we're not strangers, so tell me the truth, how much profit do you make from selling salt?"
Chen Xueyan dared not hide anything from Qin Chuan and told him the truth: "Salt is a necessity for the people, so the profit is naturally very high. If you buy 100 catties of coarse salt from Shandong and sell it to Sichuan and Xinjiang, you can make a profit of 100 taels of silver. You can make a profit of at least one tael per catty of salt."
One ounce of profit is made per pound of coarse salt?
Qin Chuan could hardly believe it. This number was terrifying. If he sold 100,000 jin a year, wouldn't he make a profit of 100,000 taels?
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