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Chapter 195

After leaving the palace, Chu Qing breathed the free air.

When I became a teacher, I ended up in jail. I almost saw the future emperor die. I also faced death several times due to the choice between beheading and being beheaded. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Walking in Tai'an Square, Chu Qing, who had been wronged for several days, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "I swear, I will never be tormented by anyone in this life, and no one will dare to yell at me again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers patrolling the street came towards him, one of them looked fierce.

"Where did you two come from? You are walking around Tai'an Square in dirty clothes. Do you have any identification documents?"

Chu Qing looked at his dirty robe and then at Fu San, who was covered in footprints, and was speechless.

"The residence of the Minister of Industry, the son of Master Chu Wensheng."

Chu Qing didn't have a good impression of any servants or soldiers. They were all a bunch of people who looked down upon others. Especially after the riot in Jingzhao Mansion, he had no patience with this group of "enforcers" who were neither officials nor civilians.

Already.

Chu Qing said angrily, and the soldier looked wary: "You look so dirty, how dare you say that you are the son of the minister?"

Chu Qing, who was filled with anger, yelled: "Are you stupid? I'm pretending to be a second-generation official and pretending to be a servant of another government office. If I'm not pretending to be from the Ministry of Works, I want Nima's credentials. Get out of here and don't do it in front of me."

An eyesore.”

The soldier quickly saluted: "Young Master, you will know as soon as you open your mouth. You are at least the son of the right minister."

Chu Qing: "..."

The two soldiers patrolling the streets walked away in despair.

"This is so mean. It's easy to talk and discuss, but you have to give in by giving me a slap in the face."

Chu Qing cursed and took Fu San back to his house.

This time in the Chu Mansion, the old housekeeper and a group of servants gathered around him with tears in their eyes and exchanged greetings.

Chu Qing smiled and felt relieved, but felt sad and miserable in his heart.

Human beings are just worried. Everyone in this family has to think about it. Otherwise, who would be out there suffering from this evil spirit every day?

After taking a shower, changing clothes, and when it was time to eat, Chu Qing sat in front of the stone table and suddenly missed the prison.

In Tianlao, at least the food is pretty good. If you look at what Chufu eats, it’s just pickles.

Chu Qing decided to put the matter of making money on the agenda. Tomorrow, if King Langya, the second prince, comes to the Ministry of Industry and fools around, he will have to find a way to make money later. This is not going to work, so forget it if you are afraid.

The material level is still declining. Is this a time-travel trip to experience a poor life?

After dealing with it for a few times, Chu Qing returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

During the past few days in the palace, not to mention other things, the food was not bad and I got enough sleep. I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and the time difference was all messed up.

Chu Qing rubbed his temples, unable to sleep, so he went out of the house and called Fu San, preparing to inspect the market and see if he could think of any way to make some money.

After leaving Chu Mansion, Chu Qing stopped and Fu San asked: "Master, where are we going?"

Chu Qing was also a little undecided.

To make money, you usually do business. To do business, you must have a shop. Shops are mostly concentrated in Beishi or Nanshi.

"San'er, you choose one, let's go to Nanshi or Beishi."

"Master, what do you want to buy?"

"make money."

"Oh, you want to make some money."

"Yes, do you have any suggestions?"

"No." Fu San shook his head, and then asked three questions in succession: "Do you have the capital? What are you selling? Who will help sell it?"

Chu Qing yawned: "How about we go back home and sleep."

"I think it's done, little one."

Chu Qing: "..."

Too lazy to pay attention to Fu San, a guy full of negative energy, Chu Qing squatted next to the stone lion and began to think.

In Bei City, there are all small businesses and hawkers. There are shops, but the consumer groups are ordinary people, but how much money can the ordinary people have?

If you don't go to the North City, you have to go to the South City. The South City is relatively high-end, and many shops are closed for half a year and open for half a year, just like the Qizhen Pavilion.

"Let's go to Nanshi." Chu Qing stood up and made up his mind: "Let's see what is sold in Nanshi first and inspect the market."

Whenever Fu San has any ideas, he will do whatever Chu Qing says.

The master and servant strolled past Tai'anfang and arrived at Nanshi.

Originally, Chu Qing wanted to go to Qizhen Pavilion to get some "capital", but lately he has been in jail every day and was in a bad mood. He couldn't think of any poems for a while, so he could only stay away.

This stroll lasted for an hour, but Chu Qing didn't understand anything, and he even bought more than ten coins. As they walked, the two of them got hungry and ate a few bites of noodles and side dishes.

After eating, Chu Qing picked his teeth and said, "Don't mention it, this private restaurant is just not good. It doesn't have the chewy texture of Tianlao's noodles."

Fu San: “…”

Looking around, Chu Qing felt worried.

Is it Lu Ping or himself?

Why can other time travelers make a lot of money just by farting? Look at yourself, you have been struggling for almost two months, your assets are rising steadily, and you have negative equity.

Looking around, there are restaurants, cloth shops, teahouses, inns, and many consumption places like Qizhen Pavilion aimed at scholars.

"We have to start from the young ones first, we can't eat the fat one in one bite."

Chu Qing knelt down again and joined a laborer waiting to do the work. He put his hands in his sleeves and stared at the people coming and going.

Two more soldiers came over. Before they could get closer, Chu Qing cursed directly: "Son of the minister, get out!"

Neither of the two soldiers farted, and they hid far away.

Neither of them saw Chu Qing, they just patrolled the streets normally and looked back a few times after walking far away.

They all secretly thought, the son of the minister is just the son of the minister. You are so arrogant. People who don’t know better think you are the prince.

Fu San also squatted next to him and asked, "Master, how much money do you want to make?"

Chu Qing said casually: "A few million dollars, just to ensure that our descendants will have enough food and clothing for three generations."

Fu San took a breath of cold air: "Hey, my dear mother, I have never burned so many graves before."

Chu Qing: "..."

Staring at the passing crowd, Chu Qing began to get angry.

The more you think about it, the less you think about it, and the more you think about it, the more upset you become.

"Forget it." Chu Qing stood up: "Let's just pick up the sheep. Let's go to Qizhen Pavilion."

Fu San let it go. He still doesn't know what Chu Qing wants to do. He only knows that his young master is short of money.

In Fu San's eyes, being an official is high-level, making money is sophisticated, and both require special talents, so he is not too optimistic about Chu Qing.

When he arrived at Qizhen Pavilion, Chu Qing looked like an old man, with his hands behind his back. When he stepped into the threshold, he raised his head and glanced at Banzi.

"Hey, San'er, is this place called Qizhen Pavilion or Qizhen Ju? I saw before that the banner said Qizhen Ju. Why does it become Qizhen Pavilion again?"

Fu San smiled and said: "It always changes. If there are works by famous artists, it is Qizhen Pavilion. If there is nothing special, it is Qizhenju."

Chu Qing didn't think much and walked in with eight steps.

The shopkeeper was still the same shopkeeper. He was taking a nap behind the counter. When he heard the sound, he looked up and looked at it with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Chu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been for fun? You are getting richer now."

Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "This young master went to experience life in the prison."


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