As a result, He Yunxiao tried for a long time but failed to persuade his sister Ziruo to allow him to visit the Fan residence at night.
He Yunxiao wasn't in a hurry; there were still many days ahead, plenty of time for them to spend together. Besides, he needed to stick to a passive strategy; being too proactive wouldn't be good.
After sending Fan Ziruo back to the Fan residence, He Yunxiao, as usual, bought some delicious food and fun things for Nanzhu's wife before entering the palace.
He Yunxiao remembered that he planned to take Nanzhu out of the palace to play the next day, so when he was shopping, he paid special attention and bought a small and cute veil for his wife, Nanzhu. He specially chose a thicker one so that he could cover his wife's small face.
Having experienced taking his younger sister Ziruo out to play today, He Yunxiao deeply felt the troubles of the female lead's halo and the importance of the veil.
When Ziruo stands there, she naturally becomes the center of attention, attracting everyone's attention, whether they're observant or not.
I'm taking Nanzhu out to play tomorrow. With her looks, she'll walk from one end of the street to the other and turn "Yin Jing's Four Beauties" into "Five Great Beauties".
Besides, bringing South Sea pearls out is against the rules. Even if very few people know South Sea pearls, it's best to wear a veil just in case.
He Yunxiao stood in the fabric shop, her eyes falling on a light blue veil of good style and quality. However, after browsing for a while, she suddenly noticed that the pale yellow veil next door was also quite nice. And the sky-blue one next door seemed alright too…
For a moment, these few veils made He Yunxiao suffer from decision paralysis.
If you have trouble choosing, then don't choose at all; just take them all!
He Yunxiao, holding five veils, said, "Boss, check please."
Shop assistants quickly arrived and, while packing up He Yunxiao's veil, led him to the accounting office to settle the bill.
The accountant said, "Young master, five taels of silver."
A veil costing one or two taels of silver is truly extremely expensive.
Normally, He Yunxiao wouldn't waste words. But recently he was worried about the money to redeem Sister Jiang from her servitude. Spending five taels at once, only to buy a few pieces of silk cloth, made He Yunxiao unable to help but complain a bit.
"Boss, is the silk fabric of your veil made of gold, or is the stitching made of gold?"
“Young master, look at the embroidery on this cloth. It was made based on Miss Xue Mei’s original handwriting. Every stitch was made by the embroiderer. You think it’s too expensive? I think it’s too expensive too.”
Snow Plum...
Han Lingshuang...
One of the Four Beauties of Jing, one of the female protagonists in the original novel, and the beloved daughter of Grand Chancellor Han Wenxin...
The original book describes her appearance as follows: long hair like night, skin whiter than snow, and lips red like plum blossoms.
He Yunxiao secretly rejoiced; given how things were developing, he shouldn't have any further dealings with her...
I don't even plan to harm the girl who has the antidote, let alone Han Lingshuang, whom I've never even met.
Since the veil has the added appeal of the female lead, He Yunxiao had no objection to selling it for one or two taels of silver.
It was getting late, and Nan Zhu was probably getting impatient, so He Yunxiao decisively took out his money to pay the bill and prepared to go to the palace.
Just as He Yunxiao was about to take out his money, another unexpected event occurred. He discovered that he only had large silver notes left and no smaller silver coins to use.
There was no other way but to pay a large sum of money.
I gave the accountant a hundred-tael note, and the accountant thoughtfully gave me a stack of smaller bills in return.
Fifty taels, thirty taels, ten taels, three one-tael notes, two one-tael pieces of broken silver, totaling ninety-five taels.
He Yunxiao was quite surprised to see the thirty-tael silver note, since there was no such denomination as thirty taels in his previous life.
Upon closer inspection, He Yunxiao noticed something amiss.
This thirty-dollar note, along with the rest, did not belong to the same money exchange. He Yunxiao looked again and discovered there were more. These six notes belonged to four different money exchanges. The only thing they had in common was that they all bore the official seal of the Ministry of Revenue.
Good heavens! He Yunxiao hadn't paid much attention to this when spending money normally. He subconsciously assumed that this paper money was issued by the imperial court and was uniform throughout the country. Turns out, it hadn't reached that stage yet.
Holding a veil and carrying silver notes and loose silver, He Yunxiao boarded the Marquis's carriage and couldn't help but marvel once again at the convenience of modern life.
Mobile payment is so convenient...
He Yunxiao: ?
He Yunxiao: ? ? ?
The coachman, Old Ma, had already cracked his whip in mid-air, ready to spur the horse and gallop towards the palace as soon as his young master entered the carriage. It was so annoying to have his young master and his women riding in the carriage; they moved so slowly, even a dog could drive them. Why did he need to be so fast?
Ma De raised his whip for a long time, but the young master still wouldn't get into the carriage.
He turned around and saw He Yunxiao clinging to the carriage railing with one hand, one foot on the carriage, and the other on the ground. He was completely stunned and just stood there frozen.
"Young Master? Young Master?"
He Yunxiao remained frozen, finally managing to squeeze out the words: "Don't speak."
"Oh... Young Master? Young Master, are you still going to the palace? If not, how about Chunfeng Tower? Or that willow-lined courtyard by the river? Or should we go back to Deer Antler Academy?"
Annoyed by the coachman, He Yunxiao had no choice but to interrupt his thoughts, get into the carriage, and slap the coachman on the head before sitting down, saying, "Palace. Slow down."
A moment later.
"Slow down, you son of a bitch!"
The carriage finally came to a stop, giving He Yunxiao time to organize his thoughts.
When he was paying, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and wondered what it would be like to create an ancient version of mobile payment.
That's definitely impossible; there was no internet in ancient times. But if you can't do "mobile," you can do "payment."
Since I don't know how to make money by selling things, I might as well focus on the act of "making" money itself.
I'm not going to make money off you all, so why don't you just give me the money directly?
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