: Routine Songs

"Yeah?"

Yun Xiao touched her chin:

"I remember your monthly feast is like one or two, right?"

"yes!"

Zi Yin nodded vigorously, and usually helped Yun Xiao count a book, but he could not count it after counting for a long time.

Now that I count my own Fengyin, my mind is turning very fast:

"It's a small amount of one and a half taels a month. Over the whole year, plus the rewards from you and the princess and the princess during the holidays, it's about thirty taels.

Ten years three hundred taels, one hundred years three thousand taels,

The 10,000 taels of silver that the manager just took out just now, the young one had to be reincarnated for at least five, six, seven or eight times before he could get so much silver!"

"Isn't this right?"

Yun Xiao raised his eyebrows and began to get serious about him:

"Look, take the shop in Shengjing East as an example, it is about twice the size of our house now, and the price was about 300 taels ten years ago.

If such a shop is used for renting, like before we left Shengjing, we could rent it for 100 taels in almost a year.

In other words, after three years of repaying money, the rest are all pure profits.

Even if the price will never rise again, ten thousand taels of silver will be just a hundred years of rent for a shop.

If he did not rent out the shop, he chose to hire someone to do business by himself, and the business happened to be doing well, and he could earn 100 taels of silver every month,

It might only take a few years to save tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The butler just said that he was at least in his forties.

If he started working at the age of fifteen and only earned twenty taels of silver a year, he would be able to buy a shop when he was thirty.

In the next ten years, he would find a way to do some business and continue to make money with money. Wouldn't this money come?"

Ziyin: "?"

Something seems wrong?

He opened his mouth and was about to refute it, but Yun Xiao asked again seriously:

"I remember that after I picked you up and went to the house, except for not paying qualifying silver to the house in the first year, there were at least twenty taels a year later, right?

It's been twelve years now... How many hundred taels have you saved?"

Ziyin: "..."

"Look at my brain."

The folding fan drew lightly on his forehead, and Yun Xiao sighed as if he had woken up from a dream:

"I forgot you said just now that even if you treat your underwear, you can't afford ten taels of silver."

"That... doesn't that mean the little loyalty?"

Ziyin died and the duck's mouth was stubborn:

"Xiao Dijing has been thinking about serving you for the rest of her life, so how can she remember what shop to open?"

"Yeah?"

Yun Xiao's face was covered with four big words "I don't believe it" written clearly:

"Isn't you not that brain?"

"How is that possible?!"

Zi Yin stuttered her neck and refused to admit it with a stubborn mouth:

"You little brain is so smart, you are not unclear!

Master, you often can’t say that you are a little bitchy!”

"Isn't that because you never speak in your mind?"

He waved his hand casually, signaling Ziyin not to make any more quibbling.

Yun Xiao raised his chin and said half seriously and half teasingly:

"Do you want to make a bet?

After arriving in the northern border, I will give you a few shops for you to manage, and the staff will be prepared for you as well.

If you can really do a good job in the business I gave to you, you don't need to wait ten more years.

Ten thousand taels are just regarded as the silver reward I gave you.”
Chapter completed!