Chapter Six: Time Waits for No One
The old shopkeeper had been secretly paying attention to this Mr. Chen, and now seeing him reveal a stunned and shocked expression, he suddenly inferred: This Mr. Chen should not be the young master of some wealthy family, looking at his appearance, he is probably someone who has never seen so much money in his life. Unexpectedly, the old shopkeeper's guess was correct.
At this time, Chen Chuxiao didn't have the heart to care about the old shopkeeper's inner activities. He was now completely excited by the glittering gold in front of him.
After a good while, Chen Chu finally calmed down, and then he started to worry. These few large boxes of gold, how was he supposed to carry them around?
"Shopkeeper, you've already given me the gold ticket, why bother bringing out these large boxes of gold?" Chen Chu said to the old shopkeeper with a difficult expression.
"What's a golden ticket?" The old shopkeeper surprisingly asked back in confusion.
Chen Chudeng was stunned at this time, what? Is it that in this era there is no such thing as a gold ticket or silver ticket?!
The old shopkeeper saw that Chen Chu didn't respond, but was dazed there with a distracted look, so he asked again. Chen Chu, who came to his senses, hastily brushed it off.
What to do? If I bring these large boxes of gold into the inn, isn't it obvious that I'm telling the robbers, "Hey, I've got money, come and take it!" I'm afraid if I check in today, I'll be carried out tomorrow!
Chen Chu looked at the gold in front of him, his heart filled with distress.
The old shopkeeper noticed Chen Chu's predicament and asked tentatively: "Is the young master having trouble arranging for this gold?"
Chen Chu frowned and nodded slightly.
The old shopkeeper was a kind-hearted person, and immediately began to consider Chen Chu's situation. This Mr. Chen obviously didn't have much power, otherwise he wouldn't be so worried about this matter. For now, the best plan is to first settle down in Leiping County before doing anything else.
After a moment, the old shopkeeper said to Chen Chu: "This old man has a house in this city, if you don't mind, you can temporarily move in."
Chen Chu heard this and thought to himself: This is still safer than living in a guest house, and for now it can only be so.
At this thought, Chen Chu immediately walked up to the old shopkeeper and bowed his fist, saying: "Then I, Chen, will thank you first, sir. By the way, how should we calculate the rent?"
The old shopkeeper waved his hand generously, "What rent or no rent, you just live there, that house is idle anyway."
Chen Chu saw that the other party was sincere, so he didn't decline anymore.
That day, Chen Chu moved into the mansion. The old shopkeeper even had the store's apprentices deliver several large chests filled with gold inside.
This house is located next to Yuela Inn, although it's a bit simple, but at least it's a place to stay.
Chen Chu sat in the courtyard, staring at the blue sky in a daze. What should he do next? Should he be a famous minister or a renowned general?
Thinking of this, Chen Chu couldn't help but smile wryly. In his past life, he often did such things, but now that he was in the midst of it all, he realized that just surviving and blending into this era wasn't an easy task, let alone becoming a famous general and contending for dominance! After all, reality is reality, not a game.
Now the first thing to understand is the social etiquette of this era, and then we can talk about other things. But how do I go about understanding it? Chen Chu thought for a moment, suddenly remembering that shopkeeper. Ah, he also has some connection with that old shopkeeper, why not often visit him to gather some useful information. However, he still doesn't know his name, this is really too rude!
After making up his mind, Chen Chu would often sneak into the back room of the pawnshop in the following days, chatting and gossiping with the old shopkeeper.
This old shopkeeper surnamed Zhang, single name Du, courtesy name Qianhe, is a senior member of the Wei family. Since Le Ping is an important north-south hub for the Wei family business, Wei Hong asked his senior, Wei Du, to preside over it here. If not, Wei Du would not have been able to mobilize such a huge sum of 6,000 taels of silver.
After a few days, the two became quite familiar with each other. One day, Chen Chu asked Wei Du: "Wei Gong, I don't know if there is anyone in Le Ping County who wants to sell land?" Chen Chu had this question because he urgently wanted to develop his own power, and to establish power, he first needed to have land. According to historical records, the Yellow Turban Rebellion would occur within a year, at which time the world would be in great chaos, and to survive in the chaotic world, one must have considerable strength. Chen Chu decided to use the six thousand gold as start-up capital during this year to cultivate land and absorb refugees, and to make friends with heroes from all sides.
Wei Du didn't know Chen Chu had thought so much, hearing the other party's question, after a moment of contemplation, his eyes lit up, "There is indeed a small aristocratic family that has decided to sell their land."
Chen Chu couldn't help but get excited and hastily asked: "That's great! But why does the other party want to sell the land?"
"I heard he's going to Luoyang to be an official, but he doesn't have enough money, so he wants to sell the land."
Chen Chu nodded, thinking to himself: In the late Eastern Han dynasty, buying and selling official positions had become a common practice. Emperor Ling of Han even openly sold official posts at marked prices. The small aristocrat in Wei Gong's mouth was probably thinking of buying an official position to do something with it.
"Lord Wei, how much land does the other party have in hand? Approximately how much capital is needed?"
"Wei Du thought for a moment and said, 'He's just a small aristocrat with less than 5,000 mu of land. He needs money urgently, so it should be possible to buy it out with 3,000 taels of gold.'"
Chen Chu couldn't help but secretly cluck his tongue, owning 5,000 mu of good land was actually just a small scholar family! How much land should a big scholar family have?!
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