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Chapter 446 Changes with each passing day 6

"Master Chang, Master Chang, why does the broken silver you exchanged look like this?" The tea stall owner was probably still immersed in the joy of making a lot of money and didn't notice the difference in the broken silver. Only then did he notice it, but he also I don’t know the reason, so I can only call out to Mr. Chang who is still tasting the cocoa powder one bite at a time.

"Hey, there's nothing strange about this. The guy from Sun Moon Bank said that this is called a silver coin, and one coin is exactly as heavy as a silver coin. The notch in the middle is also very particular. If you think a silver coin is still too big, then... Just break it hard with your fingers, and the silver coin will be divided into four parts along the notches, and each part will weigh exactly four cents.

You said what kind of brain that person has, it really comes to my heart. Every time someone buys a book, they have to use scissors and call them scissors. I have no problem with my hand strength, but I can't always cut accurately, which is really troublesome.

This is great, it's easy to break off the excess with your hands, and just use a few copper coins to make up for the deficiency. I have already made an agreement with the guy at the bank. After noon, I will take all the loose silver at home and exchange it for silver coins, and keep them for later use. "

Mr. Chang walked over and took a silver coin carelessly. As he spoke, he broke it with his hands. The good silver coin was divided into two halves. He broke it again, and half of it was divided into two halves again. The breaks were neat and the weight should be similar. almost.

"Wonderful! Yuhan, your family is also a banker, why not do it like this? Wouldn't it be wonderful! Although the silver rod is good, it needs to be hit with a hard object to break it every time. Each section is at least half a tael. How can it be broken? It’s convenient to have silver coins!”

Although the middle-aged Juren is from the south, his personality is more outgoing than many northerners. He speaks quickly and quickly. When he encounters something he is interested in and catches his eye, he will always clap his hands with a folding fan and say something wonderful with an exaggerated expression.

"...The quality is good, it's pure silver. It's difficult, brother, please look at it. This silver coin is so regular in round shape, so consistent in thickness, and the depth of the inscription is appropriate. It doesn't look like it was cast with silver water, nor does it look like it was made by hand. It's just This craftsmanship is difficult to imitate!”

Juzi, known as Yuhan, is younger, more introverted, and talks less. However, when faced with the novel silver coins, he did not sit idle. He immediately took a bunch of metal pieces from his belt and scratched the silver coins upward one by one.

This thing is called a matching card. It is a very professional silver purity testing tool. Usually only people who are engaged in making gold and silverware and running banks will have it. It is made of silver-copper alloy and is divided into four or five hardness standards.

When using it, rubbing silver of different purity on it will show traces of different colors. People with professional knowledge can accurately judge the purity of silver based on the color of the traces.

After carefully observing the production process of silver coins, Yuhan gave up his plan to let the family bank follow suit. The stuff is good, and the ideas are pretty good, but there’s no way to learn it. The production process is too delicate, and it's not labor-intensive to just make it out.

"What's so difficult about this? The silver coins come from the Sun and Moon Bank. You and I can go in and maybe get something." But in the eyes of middle-aged people, these professional problems are not worth worrying about. They can be solved in one sentence. .

"Don't worry, store owner, can you ask me something?" Yuhan was not so optimistic. Banks also have their own business methods and secrets, and they will not tell outsiders at will. Moreover, he was not very interested in silver coins. The bank was a family business and he did not have the power to make the final decision.

"Please tell me, sir, if you want to know the route in the capital, you have asked the right person. Even if the old man can't tell me, there must be someone on Qipan Street who knows." The tea stall owner seemed to know what the guest wanted to ask, and did not wait for him to ask. He agreed first.

"No, no, we have been in Beijing for a few days. We have been to several teahouses and restaurants, but there is no cocoa powder for sale. If it is convenient, I would like to buy some and take it back to the inn to enjoy."

But this time he guessed wrong. Yuhan didn't want to ask for directions, nor did he want to know the location of a certain official's mansion, but he wanted to ask where cocoa powder could be sold. This shows that he is quite interested in this novel drink. like.

"...To be honest, little old man, there is only one jar here. Speaking of the origin of this jar, it is exactly in the story just told. After the young man knelt down, he held an object in his hand, which was the object in my house back then. The old woman made a winter coat out of a torn cotton robe.

Remember? Your young master is the little beggar Qian Fugui back then! His name is not in vain, now he is really rich. He did not freeze to death at that time, but was taken in by Fan Monk's temple. When he grew up, he went to the south to specialize in big business and earned a large fortune. He came back this time for no other reason than that Sun and Moon Bank was opened by his family. In order to repay him for a shabby winter coat, he also found a good job for the little old man, delivering cocoa powder to the bank every day. As long as someone drinks, wave at the door and I'll brew it and send it in. It's still 2 coins a cup.

This kid is kind and righteous, and he repays the little old man in every possible way. If we only relied on this small stall, not to mention the unheard of cocoa powder, I would probably go bankrupt just on these glass cups. "

When he heard that he wanted to buy cocoa powder, the tea stall owner immediately lost his smile. After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to finish the story. The jar of cocoa powder doesn't belong to him. Even the cup belongs to the Sun and Moon Bank.

"Ah! Little Fugui is back? Oh, this is bad news. Back then, he always stayed at the bookstall to bask in the sun, and I kept chasing him away. What should I do? Brother Cai, please help me. Can you just say a few nice words? I, Chang Wu, am not evil-minded, nor do I intentionally bully others. I just can’t control my mouth and always offend others.”

As soon as he heard that the shopkeeper of Sun Moon Bank was the little beggar back then, Mr. Chang's strong body immediately shrunk by half. Immediately I remembered my unkind attitude towards the little beggar back then, saying that I was not afraid was a lie. If someone smashed the bookstall, the whole family would starve.

"Now he is no longer called Fugui, and his surname is no longer Qian. He has changed his national surname to Zhu Bajiu. Don't worry, Fugui said that he will not retaliate even if he encounters the thief who cut off his finger. He believed it. Xifan religion, I think, is similar to eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. You can't curse or hit people. Anyway, you can do good deeds."

Seeing the unlucky look on his old acquaintance's face, the tea stall owner smiled happily. It's not that I'm gloating about my misfortune, but I feel that it's a good deed to bring good news. I seem to be closer to the Buddha.

"Store, do you know what the Sun and Moon Bank does? If you open a bank, I'm afraid it won't require such a big scene, right?" At this time, the Ministry of War official had finished the hot cocoa and felt pretty good. After hearing the end of the story, I couldn't help but be a little more curious about this bank that Xin opened.

"You really asked the little old man, Fugui... bah bah bah, shopkeeper Zhu muttered a few words, but the little old man couldn't understand. Oh yes, I remembered it, wait a minute, I'm looking for you Look, where did I put it... Hey, it's a bit pickled here, please be patient!"

The tea stall owner wanted to explain this problem but was unable to explain it clearly. However, he also had a way. He turned to the cart and rummaged around, and finally took out a ball of crumpled hemp paper with some food residue on it.

""Half Moon Talk"... Sure enough... Hiss, that's weird! Brothers, please look at it, what is venture capital? What is installment loan?"

The official from the Ministry of Justice did not find it too dirty. He quickly found the text about the Sun and Moon Bank. However, the more he read, the more he frowned. In the end, he had to ask two colleagues for help. There seemed to be many things he did not understand.

"No need to guess, this newspaper was from last month, and the article is not complete. Look, it's not written here. The last paragraph was published in the special issue. But where should I find this special issue?" The old man from the household department took it. After reading some newspapers, I finally found the answer. It should be called a clue, but I still need at least one newspaper.

"Master Chang, I have to trouble you!" The tea stall owner obviously didn't prepare a newspaper, but he has a way. Master Chang is a book stall owner, so he must be considered one-tenth of the educated people. If you want to find a newspaper, you must Ask the cultural people.

"It's a small matter, just wait a moment!" Mr. Chang was also unambiguous. There is a saying that eating people has short mouths and short hands. He just drank such an expensive drink, and now it is not unfair to run errands. He got up and walked towards the east side of the square. Run.

(End of this chapter)