He was wearing a red jacket from the army, a leather belt, a hair wrap around his head, and a small red flower was inserted on his temples.

This is a common outfit for men in Daqi, especially in the northwest.

However, Chen Shou dressed like this, and his tall figure, his eyebrows and eyes were pretty, and he smiled three points when he didn't smile at the corners of his lips, which was very likable.

Especially the big girls and little wives on the street, they can't help but take a look at each other.

Chen Shou hugged and brought about a dozen personal soldiers to the market in Liangzhou City to purchase. Although he asked for his official uniform, the soldiers from Qin Fengying did not have the treatment. They were still wearing ragged clothes, which was slightly reduced.

Liangzhou City is originally a big city, and even if it is integrated into military and town jurisdiction, it is still extremely prosperous.

Especially the General's Mansion in the West is a big business owner, which has caused a constant stream of merchants to come and go here, and all ethnic groups have them.

At the intersection of the west side of the city, there was a silk shop. Chen Shou brought the young men into the door. Zhao Hong brought a chair to him with a sharp-eyed look, stood behind him with shouts, pinching his waist and shouting: "Shopkeeper! The shopkeeper comes out, we are in charge of the company's purchase."

Chen Shou waved his hand, stretched out his palm to cover half of his face, and whispered back: "Let's keep a low profile, do you understand?"

Zhao Hong nodded as if he was ignorant. The shopkeeper happened to be out. Before he could say hello, Zhao Hong had already started scolding: "You are the shopkeeper? Our manager asked you to keep a low profile, do you understand!"

Chen Shou's face turned dark and almost choked. The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile: "Dongdongdong, which battalion is this manager?"

"Qin Fengying!" Zhao Hong snatched the words again.

The shopkeeper showed a smile like this, but he was not neglected at all, because everyone knew that Qin Fengying, who used to be bullshit, is now the God of Wealth, responsible for producing perfume.

Zhao Hong stole the words again, and Chen Shou stopped showing off and said straight to the point: "Come a few pieces of silk, the thinner the better."

The cost of making facial masks is very low, and it is the same as any cloth to use, but this is for noble ladies and daughters. The main focus is on a high-end market. The materials are naturally expensive, the better. Anyway, you can get the money back in the end. The money is paid by those rich women, so they don’t feel sorry for themselves.

The shopkeeper's heart moved and asked tentatively: "I don't know how many horses do you want when the manager is in charge?"

"Long-term cooperation, continuous, and if you use it well, you will naturally order from you, even if you open the lowest price. I won't hide it from you. I will go to other stores later. Compare the quality and price, and then decide where to buy the goods."

The shopkeeper immediately captured the business opportunity and lowered his voice and asked, "Is there any way to make a fortune in the general's mansion?"

"I'm afraid this is not easy to reveal, right?"

"I understand, the villain understands, I will give you the best silk. Hehe, if you have the chance, don't forget to recommend the villain."

Chen Shou was very satisfied and smiled and picked up a tabloid on the table to read it.

The Great Qi Dynasty had newspapers, but in fact, this thing was found since the Tang Dynasty. Chen Shou was even more confident that he had masters of his predecessors, which changed the original historical trajectory to a certain extent.

Nowadays, all families with some money in the Great Qi Dynasty usually subscribe to a newspaper.

The content of the newspaper is very boring, and is mostly composed of poems written by some high-ranking officials and nobles.

It is said that in the southern Tang Dynasty, across the river, newspapers are so exciting that they already have entertainment tabloids. They specialize in collecting strange and anecdotes and gossip news. For sales, they have maintained a large group of unscrupulous writers and paparazzi for a long time.

The paparazzi showed their magical powers, and they specifically asked eunuchs and palace maids to inquire about the emotional entanglement between the emperor and his seventy-two concubines, namely the so-called "internal detectives"; some went to various departments in the court to inquire about the appointment and removal of officials, whether they accepted bribes, whether they had married wives in the outer room, namely the so-called "provincial detectives"; some went to various yamen, especially in prisons to investigate the progress of the murder case, namely the so-called "yamen detectives"... Therefore, the popularity of tabloids is far more popular than that of court newspapers.

The customs of the Southern Tang Dynasty have always been talked about by the men of Daqi. It is rumored that the customs there are very open, and there are also the humble men from various countries coming from the sea, which is simply a paradise for rich men.

Except for the army that was not good at fighting, the Southern Tang Dynasty was overwhelming with Daqi everywhere, especially the wealthy people in the country. Their sailing ships could go to the distant Dashi, connecting Japan and Goryeo, and rich businessmen were everywhere.

Especially because of the border troubles and the emperor's unyielding efforts, the Great Qi Dynasty gradually gave up the national policy of transiting south and unification formulated by Taizu, making the Southern Tang even more extravagant and romantic.

After a while, the shopkeeper came out with a piece of silk. Chen Shou didn't know much, so he bought a small piece and asked his personal soldiers to mark which shop it was and continue to go out for a walk.

After a whole day, the dozen people were so tired that they were panting and were no longer as energetic as they were in the morning.

Chen Shou glanced at the young soldiers and was really tired, and said, "Thank you all for your hard work today. Find a place to have a good meal, I'll treat you to you."

"Why is it that the manager asks the manager to pay? We should be filial to the manager. Brothers, let's make up the money and ask the manager to eat the wine!" Zhao Hong said with a tough bullet.

Chen Shou slapped him in the head and cursed: "You are so old that you are, just learn from others to eat flower wine and get out as soon as possible."

Everyone burst into laughter and followed Chen Shou into a tavern, which looked clean even though it wasn't big.

"Give a pot of duck blood vermicelli soup, make a pot of wine, cut half a pound of mutton, and a pair of pig pancreas."

Just listening to these dishes, more than a dozen soldiers were talking and their eyes shone.

A group of people surrounded Chen Shou and sat down. Although they were reluctant to pay, they had to invite the manager to have a meal today, otherwise they would not be allowed to wear small shoes in the future.

After eating and drinking, everyone gathered together and lowered their heads to pay for the money.

Chen Shou felt a little sad when he looked at it. The father and brother of these people were actually the biggest contributors to the stability of Liangzhou City.

But the situation is like this. At a young age, they have to start calculating and running around.

Chen Shou stood up, secretly settled the bill, and said, "It's getting late, you guys go home each. Don't be late tomorrow."

"Shopkeeper, let's have another bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, divide it into thirteen portions and take it away for them."

"I've been busy outside for a day, and it's still early. I'll take it back so that you mothers won't be busy with fire again."

These personal soldiers all looked at Chen Shou in shock. Several of them had their eyes filled with mist and were moved in their hearts.

In this case, it is not easy to refuse. Anyway, I will just listen to the manager's words in the future to serve him.

Thirteen soldiers were carrying soup and leaving. Chen Shou called Zhao Hong and asked, "Do you have wine-making props at home?"

"Of course there is." Zhao Hong didn't know why the manager suddenly asked this, and replied without thinking: "This is the ancestral dining skill."
Chapter completed!