Jing Zhe had already figured out where to stay.
He pointed to the house diagonally opposite the madam and said, "I'll stay there tonight. Tomorrow morning, Madam can send someone to deliver the money over!"
The madam glanced at it and said, "This place is very close, just in time for the young master to leave the city!"
Next, Jing Zhe and the madam exchanged money, and Jing Zhe handed over the house deed and the method for making ice.
The simpleton demonstrated the ice-making process to the madam in a small vat, then clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Done!"
"That's it?"
The madam recalled the details of the silly operation she had just made with some disbelief—there weren't really any details!
It's just adding water and saltpeter!
"Yeah, it's over."
He nodded sheepishly.
"..."
The madam was now regretting giving Jing Zhe the silver notes too early. No matter how she thought about it, she felt that this ice-making method was so unreliable.
That's it?
That's it??
I spent two thousand taels of silver to buy this?
The madam was roaring inwardly.
Jing Zhe wasn't stupid; he saw through her thoughts at a glance. "If Madam has any doubts, she can reach out and touch it."
"Where to touch?"
The madam stared at Jing Zhe, her gaze sweeping down from head to toe.
"..."
Chen Mo, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and pointed at the small tank, "Of course you should touch it! Who else do you want to touch?"
The madam remained calm. "I know it's about touching this jar, but it's not small. Who knows if it's the lid or the body? Who does the young lady think it's about?"
When it comes to driving, Chen Mo was no match for the madam and was immediately defeated.
"Madam, just touch the body of this jar and see what you feel."
Jing Zhe interrupted.
"What could be found by touching this jar?"
Before she could finish speaking, the madam's hand, which had touched the body of the vat, was now firmly planted on it, moving it up and down with practiced ease. Then she exclaimed with delight, "It's gotten cold!"
“Yes,” Jing Zhe wiped the cold sweat from his brow, “So Madam, there’s no need to worry. This is indeed a method for making ice. It cools down as soon as it’s added, and it will freeze overnight! The method may seem simple, but if you and I don’t tell you, who else would know it?”
The madam nodded excitedly, her hands still moving.
Jing Zhe was speechless for a moment: Can you please stop being so lewd?
Without wasting any more words with her, afraid of offending her eyes if she stayed, he quickly called Chen Mo and the others out.
As for Madam Xu, she never appeared again.
...
In the blink of an eye, their house changed hands, but Hanhan and the others showed no regret whatsoever; on the contrary, they were more excited.
They originally thought that the 1,440 taels Lin Wenyao asked for was an astronomical figure that was hard to reach, but they never expected that Jing Zhe would sell it for a sky-high price of 2,000 taels in the blink of an eye!
Two thousand taels—does that mean I can just lie on the mountain from now on?
They were quite familiar with the place they would be staying at tonight. Ever since Chen Mo agreed to lend the house to Jing Zhe yesterday, Hanhan and the others had been shuttling between the two houses. More than half of the three thousand popsicles sold today came from here, so they were naturally very familiar with it.
Once outside, everyone started discussing it.
"Are you staying at Miss Chen's place tonight? Is there any room left?"
"Miss Chen's house is much bigger than our old one, how come there's no room?"
"But Miss Chen's courtyard has been turned into an ice cellar by us, so there aren't many places left for her to sleep, are there?"
"Men, can't you be a little more particular about where you pick a piece of land?"
"..."
While everyone was chatting enthusiastically, Chen Mo's face grew increasingly dark.
"Who gave you permission to live in my house?"
This is my house! Did you even ask for my permission? Can't you show some respect for the homeowner?
"Forehead……"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Jing Zhe with some embarrassment.
Jing Zhe shrugged, equally speechless, and said, "Miss Chen is right. Who agreed to let you stay there? And you're even discussing which room to sleep in? Who taught you that? How can you be so shameless?"
Hanhan suppressed the urge to say "I'll stay with you," and asked in confusion, "Young Master, you clearly said you'd stay at Miss Chen's place tonight!"
He scratched his head, realizing that his analysis was correct.
"I said I live here, who said you?"
Jing Zhe tapped his head and said.
"So where will we stay?"
The crowd was puzzled.
"Of course you went back to the mountain!"
Just then, Fatty returned from his rounds. Jing Zhe took out 1,500 taels of silver notes and handed them to him, saying, "Now that the house and the ice-making method have been sold, what are you still doing in the city? You can take these silver notes back to my eldest sister and make the brothers on the mountain happy!"
Everyone nodded, except for Hanhan, who asked curiously, "We've all gone back, but what about the young chieftain?"
After saying that, she glanced at Chen Mo, who immediately blushed.
"How can you be so silly!"
Jing Zhe went up and tapped him again, "If I leave, who will collect the remaining five hundred taels of silver tomorrow?"
"Oh~"
He covered his head, having no further questions.
Just when Jing Zhe thought he had perfectly resolved the matter, Chen Mo behind him suddenly said quietly, "When I said 'you all,' that includes you too!"
Everyone: "..."
Chen Mo: "..."
...
Fatty was quite perceptive; sensing that things weren't so simple, he led his men away...
Jing Zhe gave Chen Mo an awkward smile and said, "Miss Chen, as you can see, the house has already been transferred to Chunshui Tower. I have nowhere to go tonight!"
"Inn!"
"that is!"
Chen Mo raised his hand and pointed ahead, and Gui Zhi immediately echoed him, the two working together seamlessly.
"This...isn't necessary?"
Jing Zhe said, "We know each other so well, it's not a problem for me to stay for one night, is it?"
Are we that close?
"Yes, are we that close?"
They continued to sing in unison.
"It's ripe, isn't it..."
As he said this, Jing Zhe's gaze swept over Chen Mo, lingering almost imperceptibly in certain places.
Chen Mo felt a heat rising in his body and his cheeks burning when he was swept away by his gaze. He wanted to curse him as a "lecher," but he was afraid that Gui Zhi would notice something was wrong. He stomped his foot and walked straight into the house.
Guizhi was puzzled. She looked at Jing Zhe, then at her young mistress's back, shook her head, and quickly chased after him.
Does this mean they agreed or not?
Never mind, silence will be taken as agreement.
Jing Zhe realized his idea was wrong and immediately followed him inside.
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