Jing Zhe still brought Hanhan to the mutton stall.
There's a lot of hard work ahead, so let's win over the people of Mangshan with meat first, so we can use them with a clear conscience later.
Most importantly, during the few days that Jing Zhe was in Mangshan, he didn't eat any meat except for porridge and vegetables. If he didn't eat meat, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
There are more than two hundred people on Mangshan Mountain. Jing Zhe calculated that at least ten sheep would be needed to feed them.
The mutton stall owner was terrified when he heard this. The business was too big, exceeding his expectations, especially since he didn't have that much mutton!
After some discussion, Jing Zhe bought ten live sheep from the mutton stall owner and, with a cheerful and simple-minded man, led the sheep out of the city.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Hanhan stopped and looked at Jing Zhe, saying, "Young Chieftain, I've noticed you haven't practiced your skills for several days. How can this be?"
As he spoke, he took the heavy bundle off his back. "Young chieftain, carrying this bundle up the mountain will definitely be more effective than the rice bag you used before!"
I'll carry your sister on my back!
Jing Zhe mentally scoffed, then waved his hand, saying, "No, I've discovered I have no talent for martial arts. Besides, what have you all done with your martial arts? Robbery officials? Didn't manage to rob any, did you? Make money? Seems like you haven't made much either. So what's the point of me practicing martial arts?"
"A hammer? It seems no one on the mountain uses this as a weapon. If the young chieftain wants to practice with a hammer, it's strange, but not impossible."
"..."
Seeing the simpleton's serious expression, Jing Zhe cursed, "I think you're a fool," and ignored him, swaggering up the mountain.
...
When Hanhan led ten sheep up the mountain, the bandits who had been hiding in the shade of the trees instantly became excited and swarmed around him.
"This...this is...that..."
Hanhan is not usually a very articulate speaker, and with so many people blocking his way, he couldn't even speak coherently.
Jing Zhe pushed him aside and laughed, "I made some money today, let's buy ten sheep for everyone to try!"
"Aww!"
Upon hearing that all ten sheep were for them to eat, the bandits became even more excited, since such a grand display was only possible during the Lunar New Year.
"Young chieftain, how much money have you made?"
Someone asked.
Jing Zhe smiled and waved his hand, "Not much, not much. The time spent down the mountain was too short, so I only earned fifty taels!"
Fifty taels? How is that possible?
Fatty, who had previously said he would marry the girl to Jing Zhe, looked on incredulously after hearing this.
"It's fifty taels! I saw it with my own eyes! The young chieftain only wrote one poem and sold it for fifty taels!"
Hanhan stepped forward to testify on behalf of Jing Zhe.
"hiss!"
"Fifty taels for a poem?"
"Even worse than robbery!"
Jing Zhe grinned and said nothing more.
Next, led by Hanhan, a group of people took the sheep to slaughter, planning to have a whole sheep feast that night.
Jing Zhe generously left Hanhan a tael of silver, instructing him to send someone down the mountain to buy wine.
Since we're going to eat meat and drink alcohol to our hearts' content, how can we have meat without alcohol?
After most of the people had left, the fat ball came up again.
With a fawning smile, he said, "Young Master, after much thought, I've decided to betroth the girl to you—"
"roll!"
Jing Zhe glared angrily, thinking to himself, "How could this guy repay kindness with enmity?"
"Oh~"
Fat Ball looked back every few steps, clearly reluctant to leave.
...
Jing Zhe returned to his room, asked Hanhan to leave his bundle behind, and found him several porcelain jars of different sizes before locking himself in his room.
Jing Zhe's next plan is to make ice.
He was inspired by the watermelon vendor.
The guy claimed that all his watermelons were chilled, but in reality, they were at most stored in the cellar, which was far from being truly chilled.
If it's this impressive even in a cellar, imagine the business opportunities if he could create real ice during the hottest days of summer!
The method used was naturally to make ice with saltpeter, something Jing Zhe had seen many times in novels in his previous life, so he was familiar with the process.
First, I chose two ceramic jars of suitable size, put the smaller jar into the larger jar, and added water to it.
Then he opened the bundle, put the saltpeter into the compartment between the large and small vats, and then put the lid on.
Making ice takes time. After finishing all this, Jing Zhe lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Jing Zhe didn't know how long he had slept, but he woke up when there was a knock on the door.
Rubbing his eyes, he went to open the door and found that it was Hanhan who was knocking, with Lu Li following behind him.
Having not seen her for a day, Jing Zhe felt a strange sense of familiarity upon seeing her.
It must be because she's pretty; it's just a man's instinct.
After entering the house, Lu Li took a few steps before looking at him and asking, "I heard from Da Han that you earned fifty taels of silver in the city?"
"hold head high."
"How did you earn it?"
After Lu Li asked this question, the silly boy behind her started winking at Jing Zhe, as if trying to convey some important information.
But Jing Zhe ignored it and said casually, "I wrote a poem at Chunshui Tower last night, and the madam there gave it to me."
"You went to Chunshui Tower?"
Lu Li squinted, her expression not good.
"Oh, I went. Yesterday, we passed by Chunshui Tower, and Hanhan said he had never been there before and insisted on dragging me inside. I'm not as strong as him, and I was afraid he would do something bad by going in alone, so I went in with him."
Jing Zhe patted the dumbfounded Hanhan and laughed, "But it's all thanks to Hanhan. If I hadn't joined Chunshui Tower, I would never have earned these fifty taels of silver!"
"Chief, I didn't!"
The simpleton, realizing what had happened, was both surprised and angry, and strained his neck to explain.
Lu Li glanced at him and said calmly, "Go out."
"Chieftain—"
As soon as he spoke, Lu Li glared at him fiercely, so he could only swallow the rest of his words and leave dejectedly.
Perhaps knowing that the honest and simple-minded man was definitely wronged, Lu Li didn't dwell on the matter any longer. Looking at him, she asked, "What, are you planning to make us live a good life by selling poems? If you leave, who will write poems for us to sell?"
"Of course not!"
Jing Zhe shook his head, then smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't you think there's something unique about my room?"
What makes it unique?
Lu Li muttered to herself, thinking that she was the one who chose this room back then, and apart from being cleaner, it wasn't anything special.
etc…
wrong!
She looked around and then asked curiously, "Why is it so much cooler here than outside?"
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