When you act tough, the other party is very likely to back down.
After being intimidated by Jing Zhe, the man with the goatee disappeared without a trace, obediently took his ten taels of silver, and led Jing Zhe back to his residence.
Not only that, he also provided Jing Zhe with several handcarts to transport saltpeter free of charge. His level of hospitality is so impressive that one can't help but sigh, some people are just born to be shameless!
As the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad.
When Jing Zhe pointed to a whole room full of saltpeter and told Fatty and the others to take it all back to their own house, they were all dumbfounded.
What happened to our shopping trip and our visit to the brothel?
Why is it different from what they thought?
Seeing the group standing still, Jing Zhe urged, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and get the saltpeter back; there's still a lot of work to be done."
"There's still... a lot of work to do?"
Staring at the towering saltpeter in front of him, which resembled a small hill, Fatty asked tremblingly.
"Yes, there are quite a few."
Seeing the bitter looks on their faces, Jing Zhe said with dissatisfaction, "I told you before we came down the mountain that I was very tired, but didn't you say that you weren't afraid of being tired and that you loved working?"
"..."
If time could be turned back, I guarantee I would never have said that.
With so much saltpeter, when will it ever end?
Jing Zhe ignored what they were thinking, picked up a shovel from the ground, and shoved it onto Fatty Qiu's shoulder: "Hurry up and get to work!"
After saying that, she prepared to take Hanhan away.
Upon seeing this, Fatty immediately stopped them.
"Young chieftain, you should leave Old Wu here too!"
More people mean more strength, especially a strong and robust guy like Hanhan. How could Fatty "reluctant" to let him go?
"Hanhan has important business with me. It's just a little work. You guys are strong and agile, so it's easy for you to do it."
Before they could object, the person had already left.
Staring at the two people's backs, Fatty Ball almost cried.
It's one thing to cheat outsiders, but why cheat your own people?
I regret it so much!
You must be out of your mind to say you're agile...
...
Jing Zhe brought Hanhan out and went to the government office first.
Having just bought a house, you naturally need to register it with the government, otherwise you'll become an unregistered resident.
After leaving the government office, I headed straight for Chunshui Tower.
Just as Hanhan thought, Jing Zhe was quite good at making money and also very good at spending it; the fifty taels of silver from yesterday were almost gone.
This is just the beginning. Next, the house needs to be renovated, and there are many preparatory works that also require money. Therefore, Jing Zhe plans to go to Chunshui Tower to make another fortune.
His plan was to fleece any sheep he could catch.
Scarcity increases value. Yesterday, he sold a poem for a high price. Jing Zhe didn't want to use the same trick again. Today, he planned to promote ice blocks to Chunshui Tower.
The reason I called Hanhan out wasn't because I was afraid he'd get tired, but because I was afraid I'd get tired myself—after all, it's such a big porcelain jar of ice, if I didn't let him hold it, was he supposed to hold it himself?
But Hanhan didn't know that.
He thought that among so many people, Jing Zhe valued him the most and was unwilling to leave him to do heavy work. He was in a good mood, his steps were light, and he was as happy as a child weighing over 200 pounds.
Yongzhou City was noticeably more bustling today than yesterday.
On the street, you can often see three or five people gathered in a small circle, talking about something.
Eating melons is human nature, and Jing Zhe was eavesdropping.
"Have you heard? Young Master Chen left the city early this morning!"
"Oh, Young Master Chen mentioned before that he was going to Jingzhou to take the imperial examination. After passing the exam, he planned to ask the Prime Minister's family for a marriage proposal. He should be setting off today!"
"whispering sound!"
The speaker glanced around and said disdainfully, "That's not the case at all! I heard that last night, Young Master Chen lost a poem to a trainee hired by Young Master Lin at Chunshui Tower, and even gave up the title of the number one talent in Yongzhou. He was so ashamed that he went to Jingzhou!"
"Is this really true?"
“It’s absolutely true! My third aunt’s eldest cousin’s eldest son works for Magistrate Lin’s family. That’s what I heard from him!”
"..."
The group was talking enthusiastically, while Jing Zhe, who was passing by, felt a little helpless.
Do labor and management not deserve to have a name?
However, he could understand that Lin Wenyao must have deliberately spread these words to attack Chen Jiannan. These onlookers were all ordinary people who would not normally go to brothels like Chunshuilou, so it was normal for them to believe and spread rumors.
Keep walking forward.
"Spring waters are bluer than the sky, painted boats sleep in the rain... Such beautiful lines are truly captivating!"
"I've heard that Young Master Akun isn't a scholar, but just a trainee who's studied for two and a half years. Yet he possesses such great talent; he's truly gifted!"
"It's a pity I didn't go to Chunshui Tower yesterday and couldn't catch a glimpse of Young Master Akun's charm. What a shame!"
"If Heaven had not given birth to Young Master Akun, the literary world would have remained in eternal darkness!"
"..."
This must be the circle of scholars, closer to the truth. Jing Zhe felt completely relieved after hearing this.
Continuing on, I saw several women dressed in flamboyant attire asking someone something by the roadside. They were dressed in thin, revealing clothing, which made me blush.
Really?
Do these prostitutes start soliciting customers during the day?
Jing Zhe stared wide-eyed, his face flushed, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
After listening carefully, I learned that there was not only Chunshui Tower in Yongzhou City, but also another brothel called Zuimeng Tower.
The allure of the mortal world, a life of intoxication and decadence, is indeed fitting.
Although both Chunshuilou and Zuimenglou are brothels, their styles are quite different. One prefers elegant poetry and literature, while the other is more fiery and direct.
Scholars are all artistic youths, so Chunshui Tower is more famous than Zuimeng Tower, especially after Jing Zhe wrote that poem last night, Chunshui Tower became even more famous in Yongzhou City.
The people at Zuimenglou weren't fools. If things continued this way, once the poem spread throughout Anguo, countless people would come to visit, and they would never have a chance to turn things around.
So today they sent someone out to find Young Master Akun, who wrote an inscription for Chunshui Tower yesterday, so that he could also write an inscription for them, in order to compete with Chunshui Tower.
Moreover, judging from what those women said, they hoped that Young Master Kun would compose a few more poems and bring down Chunshui Tower directly, which would make them all happy.
Jing Zhe was taken aback; it seemed that the most blatant hatred lay between those in the same profession.
The people who were stopped and questioned had never seen any Mr. Akun, but they didn't want to lose face in front of the women, so they started to make up stories based on their image of a man.
Phrases like "eight feet tall, with a burly build," "a face as big as a basin, full of fat," and "broad shoulders and thick waist" were used, making Jing Zhe feel annoyed listening to them.
The women looked bewildered after hearing this, and as they walked by, they happened to see Jing Zhe and Hanhan.
His eyes swept over the two of them, glancing greedily at Jing Zhe a few more times, before finally settling on the simpleton.
"May I ask... are you Young Master Akun?"
"..."
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