Chapter Thirty-Seven The First Bucket of Silver

  The county magistrate was very satisfied with the situation today, and as soon as he saw Yang Bo, he came forward to support him. After checking the account book, the county magistrate was even more relieved, and between his words, there was a hint of recruitment intention towards Yang Bo. However, Yang Bo's ambition was not in this, so he bluntly refused.

  In this world, the status of merchants is still not high, so Yang Bo refused his kindness, and Master Know-It-All was only slightly disappointed. No matter how talented you are or how clever you are, without my support, what can you do? As for Yang Bo's short-sightedness, he muttered a few words in his heart.

  The Magistrate was delighted for a reason, and in just one day, Yang Bo's wealth had already reached one-third of what he had promised, and Yang Bo's activity plan was to hold it continuously for ten days!

  "Only nine days left!" The magistrate felt his bones had become several ounces lighter, and if he hadn't been concerned about maintaining his dignity, he would have burst out laughing towards the sky. Without spending any money or taking on any responsibility, the silver was pouring in...

  Of course, this is one of Yang Bo's psychological tactics. First, he gives you a relatively simple promise, and when you find that his promise far exceeds your expectations, anyone will have a sense of satisfaction as if they have gained something. So, he turns a blind eye to Yang Bo's small impolite behavior, pretending not to see it.

  Yang Bo rubbed his numb knee, and in his heart, he once again paid respects to the ancestors of the Magistrate. If this plague god came a few more times, Yang Bo really wanted to say: "Please, sir, take my kneecap as a keepsake, I'm not getting up anymore!"

  The night outside grew darker, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Some gamblers still lingered in the gaming area, but after being intimidated by the house guards, they could only walk away reluctantly. If they were caught staying overnight, they would be beaten, which was not worth it.

  Back at the inn, Yang Bo went to see the former Xiucai who was lying in bed. His wound had been applied with herbal medicine and he was awake, but his eyes were filled with two dull tears, lost in thought. Yang Bo didn't bother to disturb him and instead had a big meal with Tie Niu and the others before resting early. After all, this battle had only just begun...

  The next morning, Yang Bo came to the dark room and saw those family servants gathered in a heap whispering something.

  "It's lively!"

  Yang Bo hastily went over

  It turned out that after Lord Yan returned to the mansion last night, he was in high spirits and summoned several beautiful Qing dynasty servants, as well as a few prostitutes. They had a grand feast that lasted all night. The person spoke with vivid descriptions, and Yang Bo listened on the side, looking stunned.

  This guy described the details on the old man's bed quite vividly, and even came up with a poem as evidence: "The moon is above the gauze window, and the fragrant shoulders are hooked into the house. The hair is disheveled, the hairpins are horizontal, the red silk quilt is rolling like waves, the flowers are shy and the butterflies are crazy, the leaves are connected to the branches and given to the young man, calling out 'Old Master!' Don't stop, the mandarin duck pillow is even more frantic..."

  Yang Bo listened with his mouth watering, he didn't know that the atmosphere at the end of the Ming dynasty was so open, and this kind of erotic poetry could be openly spread among the crowd? Yang Bo suddenly found himself starting to like this era a bit.

  Unexpectedly, another shameless household servant came up with an even more revealing song

  "Wine in front of us, soft jade by the lamp, a glance and we're in each other's arms. Painfully, I push you away, gradually hearing your trembling voice, slightly startled by the surging waves. Trying to take turns being free, but there's not even a seam, this time the flavor is too overwhelming. Moving, our arms entwine, our lips meet, our tongues play..."

  "How wet it is, how wet......" The surrounding area suddenly erupted in applause.

  The shameless guy was encouraged and brought out the bottom of the box, first coming up with something like: "Two feelings are strong, fighting in the golden account..."

  "Body moves, buttocks twitch, a daze of confusion and a wave of sourness..."

  Even Yang Bo, who had some memories of the past, couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He had an urge to rush out and vent his emotions "Damn it, these are all really talented people!"

  The county magistrate was in high spirits every night, while Yang Bo slept soundly with his silver notes. As the number of yin lyrics and songs recorded by Yang Bo gradually increased, the gambling activities also came to an end. According to the statistics of the department in charge after the event, this round of gambling resulted in 15 cases of lost fires, 8 cases of missing children, 2 cases of arrested swindlers, and more than 80 reports of theft. As for fights, brawls, and harassment of decent families, they were too numerous to count...

  But all this had nothing to do with Yang Bo and his men, just as Li was searching everywhere for Yang Bo, several horse-drawn carriages were leisurely walking on the official road to Qingzhou Prefecture.

  "Father, is it just regret that you only invested 500 taels of silver this time?" Yang Bo glanced at Bi Fangji sitting opposite him, who was smiling and sizing him up.

  "No, in my distant hometown, there is a proverb - God has prepared a short branch for every clumsy bird. Since I have found my own short branch, what else can I regret?" Bi Fangji spread his hands "Actually, I'm most curious about how much you got in the end."

  Yang Bo burst out laughing and held up two fingers. Bi Fangji involuntarily drew a cross, muttering: "Oh my god...two thousand?"

  "Cough, Father, it seems your imagination is still not enough..." Yang Bo shook his head like a rattle drum.

  "Good heavens!" Bi Fangjie stood up and bumped his head on the car roof.

  "To be exact, it's twenty-one thousand six hundred and fifty-nine taels. Of course, there are some small change that doesn't need to be remembered," Yang Bo said with a flourish.

  "I think I'm looking forward more to this trip to Shandong Province..."

  Bi Fang was stunned for half a day before he came back to his senses. "The skill of turning clouds into rain with a flip of the hand is truly astonishing! I must apologize, I previously insisted... insisted that you were an uneducated and untalented person."

  Yang Bo's old face suddenly turned red, and he quickly changed the subject: "Father, I still don't know which god we're going to visit now?"

  "God forgive"

  Bi Fangji drew another cross before saying "The person we are going to visit is a close friend of Mr. Xu, Chen Jin, the governor of Qingzhou..."

  "Why so much trouble?" Yang Bo said somewhat discontentedly: "I just want to donate a banner and a hundred households, it's just a matter of spending some silver."

  Bi Fangji smiled but didn't speak, and Yang Bo's heart skipped a beat. He was afraid that Bi Fangji wouldn't let him look down on his ability, and this old foreigner also wanted to prove the influence of his teachings. Once he understood this point, he stopped talking.

  "Do you know the truth?" Bi Fangji pondered for a moment, then asked: "I've heard that Yan Daren's reputation has always been bad, people say he's greedy and deceitful. Does Zhi Xian not fear...?"

  Yang Bo's eyes flashed with a hint of jing light, and he said in a righteous tone: "Lord Yan is generous and charitable, and it's likely that the priest only heard some unfounded rumors."

  Seeing Bi Fangji's distrustful gaze, Yang Bo smiled awkwardly: "The priest should know that the official hierarchy of Huai'an Prefecture is very special. The Grain Transport General's Office and the Fengyang Provincial Governor's Office are both here. It can be said that the Magistrate can cover the sky with one hand, but it can also be said that among all the officials in Huai'an Prefecture, the Magistrate's position is the smallest. This depends on how you look at it. You should know that I have borrowed money from many shops using Yan Daren's name..."