Chen Quan was actually dead!

Chen Quan's house was right next to the imperial city. He had been dead for half a month. Li Shimin didn't know that he could not forgive himself.

"Chen Quan is dead, why don't you report to me!" Li Shimin's voice was full of anger, which caught Eunuch Liang off guard.

Chen Quan is just a small official under the ninth rank. He usually can't even touch the door of the court. If such a person dies, he doesn't need to know the Nine Five Lords.

Eunuch Liang knelt down in a hurry: "I have dereliction of duty, so please give up your crime!"

Li Shimin's eyes swept over, causing the cold wind to rise behind Eunuch Liang. He has been working with Li Shimin for many years, and he has never heard of Chen Quan and Li Shimin's friendship.

"Father, I know Chen Quan?" Li Zhi asked with his head raised.

Seeing the child's innocent little face, Li Shimin's heart suddenly softened. Yes, what do they know?

"I know, he is my old acquaintance."

He caressed his son's back and his thoughts flew to a very distant past...

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Chen An, who had eaten and drunk enough, was spread on the bed and survived the disaster. What he was thinking about at this moment was definitely not something earth-shaking.

In his previous life, he was a cash-strapped writer, concealing the paleness of reality with his ideals all day long.

What is the purpose of work?

Achieve your ideal?

Success?

In other words, it is just a more primitive and vulgar money-making.

Fang Yiai and Li Zhi, these two people are now the two gold mines placed in front of Shen An.

He decided to use this kind of interpersonal relationship properly.

Make a fortune!

Get rich! Get rich!

Make money! Make money!

He recited it silently several times in bed, strengthening his confidence.

The clear moonlight made him unable to fall asleep at all, and he planned his future life with confidence.

In addition to developing interpersonal relationships, he also needs to make his own money.

As a modern time traveler, it is too easy to make money in this relatively backward era.

What's more, his current identity is very free.

Although he took over his father's job, the court did not formally give him an official position, which means that he was not as good as him in the official list of Tang Dynasty.

To make money, there must be business. The Tang Dynasty did not allow officials to run businesses, but there were not many restrictions on marginal figures like him who wandered between officials and the people.

He turned over and sat up, took out the silver note given by Fang Yiai. He was so anxious when he collected the money in the afternoon. He didn't see how much money the silver note was.

If this kid is sloppy and is not enough to pay off his debts, what should he do?

Under the candlelight, there were three silver notes in total, with a total amount of thirteen jin. Fang Yiai gave him more money.

Tsk, it's indeed a silly boy.

With this money he can at least support Furong.

This little girl never leaves Chen An and would rather starve to death than serve herself. Although he is greedy for money, he is also a kind and righteous person.

We must give the little girl a good life.

At this time, Furong pushed the door open and entered. There were no one around in the house now, and she had no worries, and she didn't even knock on the door.

Too many things happened on this day. In the morning, she almost went to see the King of Hell, and now she has recovered her spirits and is really escaping from death.

Furong is a child after all, and she is at a loss in the face of such a huge change.

"Langjun, what should we do in the future?"

"Now we have money and the house is saved, what else do you have to worry about?" Chen An said with ease in the silver notes in his hand.

Seeing the numbers on the silver notes, Furong's eyes lit up. She didn't expect that this guy was so happy. As long as Chen An was fine, she would be afraid of nothing.

"The husband saved Furong's life. Furong also wants to repay her kindness as a cow and a horse."

What she said earnestly made Chen An embarrassed.

"Furong, are there only two of us left in this mansion?"

When Chen An first entered Shen’s house, he felt that there was something strange everywhere here.

This is a house with three entrances and three exits, which is considered a standard official house in the Tang Dynasty. However, his father Chen Quan was just a small official under the ninth rank. Why could he have such a grand house?

Maybe he took over the blessing of Miii.

The imperial well in the yard is the designated water source for the palace. Three times a day, horse teams will come out of the imperial city and come straight to Shanhefang, draw water for the well, and transport it to the palace for the nobles to use.

As the guardian of the Imperiali, Chen Quan's salary was not much, but the court did not treat him badly and would give him various rewards from time to time, so their father and father's life was quite enjoyable.

Otherwise, Chen An would not have the chance to meet a noble family member like Fang Erlang.

Chen Quan, who I remember, was a taciturn and unsociable person. Why did he borrow usury and even sacrifice his life? Chen Quan, as his son, knew nothing.

"Now there are only two of us left. In fact, the house was very lively in the past, and there were more than a dozen servants and servants who helped the workers."

"Where have people gone?"

Is Furong the only one who is loyal to my Shen family?

The world is so cold, Chen An thought of it with heartache.

"You Aye have all been spared from your home!"

Furong was very excited when she thought of Chen Quan's righteous actions at the time of death.

Free?

Have you been in my mind?

Even if you can't survive, you can still have such kindness. This only shows that Chen Quan is a perfect good person.

But how can such a good person fall to the point of borrowing usury? It is really hard to understand.

"Does Langjun want to hire them again?"

This little lady is really smart and you don’t need to give me some advice to know what he wants.

Chen An nodded and said, "We have money now, and we need some popularity in this house."

"Besides, in the future, we need help with water extraction and money-making, no one can do it."

“Why do we make money?”

In the eyes of serious Tang people like Furong, Chen An, who is about to enter the career of officialdom (although it is the last step), as long as he works hard to do what the court has assigned and strives for promotion, this is the highest value of life.

As for the business of making money, it is a low-key thing done by businessmen. Not to mention Chen An, even slaves in the government like Furong are reluctant to do it.

Chen An must correct her misconception: "Those little ladies like to use rouge, water powder, gold, silver hairpins, which do not require money?"

"If we have money, how could we go hungry?"

Furong is not a stubborn person. She tilted her head and thought carefully, and finally understood what Chen An meant.

"Does Langjun want to do business?"

"No, no."

"We have to support ourselves."

"So support yourself?" Furong raised her face and she had a lot of questions. She didn't understand Chen An's meaning at all. Fortunately, she was loyal to Chen An. As long as she knew where Chen An pointed, she would beat him.

After convinced Furong, Chen An decided to go out for a walk tomorrow.

There must be great business opportunities among the major liufacturing houses.
Chapter completed!