Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 1101 Sold a Lamp
Zhang Ping saw Qiao Si stop in front of the revolving lantern, he looked at it for a long time, but he didn't seem to see why.

"what is this?"

I have seen many lanterns, they are all stationary, but I have never seen this kind of lantern that changes, and the drawing paper in it, this feeling...

"Young master, this is a revolving lantern, you can take a look at it casually."

Zhang Ping is very enthusiastic about Qiao. He weighed the money thrown to him by the boy just now. It should be five taels of silver. For such a big family, in Chen Rou's words, he would rather kill by mistake than let it go. better.

"This...you did it?" Qiao Si didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were fixed on the revolving lantern, if this thing led to the capital...

Before Zhang Ping could answer, Qiao Si continued to speak. "A lamp costs 200 taels, can you sell all five lamps to me?"

Qiao Si's voice is low, and when he speaks, he will have a certain smile on his face, like a glass of wine that seduces people's hearts. Even a rough guy like Zhang Ping almost loses his mind.

"Can you?" Qiao Si asked again.

Only then did Zhang Ping come back to his senses.

"Two... 200 taels?" Zhang Ping foolishly read the number. One light is 200 taels. How much are the five lights?
Zhang Ping stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and counted several times, but he couldn't figure it out clearly.

The boy at the side twitched his lips, "It's 1000 taels in total."

The number was too big, let alone Zhang Ping, even Yuanyuan gasped.

Let alone 1000 taels, it is 100 taels. I don’t know if I can save it in my life. Zhang Ping has always felt that the broken lamps that Chen Rou put in the store are just good-looking. If Chen Rou hadn’t reminded him to light them at night, he would It is absolutely impossible to light a candle. After all, a candle also costs money. I don’t feel it for one candle at a time. Zhang Ping only feels heartache when he has to light five candles at a time and every day.

Candle money can be saved, and with enough 15 taels of silver, he can pay back the rent for a year, and with the money he saves in the future, he can marry Tangtang earlier.

"One... thousand taels?" Zhang Ping swallowed, probably never seeing so much money in his life?

"Yes, 1000 taels. If you think it's less, we can discuss it again, as long as you are willing to sell it."

Qiao Si was as gentle as ever, but the boy at the side was anxious, 1000 taels, not one tael, 1000 taels can buy a good house in the capital, let alone such a poor and remote countryside.

"My lord, this thing is not worth so much money." The young man snatched it up, "At most ten taels of silver and five lamps, but ordinary lanterns are only ten yuan a piece, and that is a very good lantern."

"Zhang Quan, step back!"

Qiao Si scolded the boy rudely, and the boy stood aside.

"Master, I'm really sorry, there is indeed a lot of money, but this lamp is not mine, I... can't make the decision."

The money was in front of him, but Zhang Ping couldn't take it because it belonged to Chen Rou.

"Can't be the master? Not even one lamp? You can sell me one lamp, and then ask your shopkeeper to make another one. I believe that he who can make five lamps will definitely be able to make another lamp."

There are too few things that can catch Joe's four eyes. Once caught, he usually won't let go.

Zhang Ping is struggling right now. A lamp costs 200 taels, 200 taels of silver. He sells noodles for 30 years, so he wonders if he can save so much.

If you have this money, you can pay the rent and marry Tangtang...

But what should Chen Rou explain?

(End of this chapter)