There are 888 pieces of six-foot-high glass mirrors, smaller ones are cheaper; 688 pieces of glass products such as the twelve zodiac signs and glass cups are included in each set.
Hearing Yang Fan quote the price like a treasure, Cheng Chumo was stunned again.
You know, with a year's worth of silver, he can only buy the smallest glass mirror, which of course does not include some of the usual rewards and year-end benefits.
Then he showed a natural expression.
After all, the palm-sized piece of colored glaze in his father Cheng Yaojin's hand cost several hundred guan at the time, and it was highly priced but not marketable.
The piece of colored glaze was not as big as the smallest piece in the shop, and the colored glaze in the shop was more crystal clear.
Thinking of this, Cheng Chu smiled silently and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder:
"Brother, you are so refreshing. I feel ashamed to give you half the price for such expensive glass. If you have any difficulties in the capital of Chang'an in the future, you can report it to me as Cheng Mansion."
Yang Fan was so slapped that he grinned, leaving Cheng Chu silently amused, and then said:
"Brother, your body is a bit weak. You need to exercise more in the future. Otherwise, it won't be okay if we go out to drink wine and see a girl but feel uncomfortable. By the way, after chatting for so long, I still don't know your name, brother."
Hearing Cheng Chumo's teasing, Yang Fan secretly complained in his heart, you, a big old man, can't be gentler, and don't look at your brown bear-like body. There are a few ordinary people who can take a few slaps from you.
Besides, some sports are not just about looking strong.
But in my heart, I was even more eager to earn money as soon as possible so that I could redeem martial arts from the system. After learning martial arts, I must get my place back.
While thinking, Yang Fan responded quickly and replied:
"My surname is Yang Fan, my given name is Yishan. Young Master Cheng can just call me Yishan."
Looking at Yang Fan who was as casual as the breeze, Cheng Chumo laughed even more, but soon said with a serious face:
"I like you, brother Yishan, to be such a cheerful person. Even though we met for the first time, we felt like old friends at first sight. I am crazy about how many years older you are, and there are some things I don't like to say..."
Although the capital city of Chang'an is at the foot of the emperor, there are many nobles and distinguished families here. Brothers who are doing good must beware of villains.
Although he knew that Cheng Chumo wanted to get close to him, maybe it was more because he controlled Liuli, but in this strange Tang Dynasty, it was still very touching to be reminded like this.
As the saying goes, all the bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit.
Any interaction between people does not start with a dispute of interests.
Yang Fan is not an ascetic, nor is he a celibate monk. He also needs friends. Why not make friends with someone whose first impression is not very bad?
"Thank you, Brother Cheng, for the tip. I will definitely keep it in mind..."
Cheng Chumo patted his chest again and said proudly:
"Brother Yishan, you don't have to worry too much. You must know that Cheng Mansion is not a vegetarian. It's just that in the future, a big tree will attract trouble, and wealth will attract people's hearts. Brothers, you should be careful."
I didn't expect that Cheng Chumo, who looks like a rough guy, has such a delicate mind.
He is indeed Cheng Yaojin's son. If he can learn even half of Cheng Yaojin's skills, he will be able to have smooth sailing in officialdom in the future.
In the end, Cheng Chumo chose a six-foot-tall mirror and carried it back happily.
Of course, the money will be paid tomorrow, but I am not afraid of him defaulting on the bill. In this era where face is more important than life, ordinary people will not cheat easily and even care about the young master.
As for choosing the largest glass mirror, from the looks of it, he didn't do it to take advantage of it, but probably to take it back and show off in front of his father.
It’s big after all!
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Baishui Village is located on the edge of the branch of Qinling Mountains, south of Wannian County, more than 50 kilometers away from the capital of Chang'an.
You can reach it by following the official road towards a canyon in the south of Qinling Mountains and walking to the edge of the branch.
Although the branches of the Qinling Mountains do not have the majestic mountains and rivers of the main Qinling Mountains, the trees on the slopes are still lush and green, and the mountains fluctuate with height and become quite steep.
The scenery here is pleasant, with insects singing and birds flying, and the scenery is picturesque. When you come out of Baishui Village and look at the mountains in the distance, they look like a resting horse, so this place is also called Junling by the locals.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of horse hooves and the roaring rutting of wheels echoed repeatedly in the valley.
"Uncle Fu, how far is it? Can we go faster?" There was a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his voice.
"Sir, we only have a few miles to go, we'll be there soon," Yang Laifu replied while whipping the whip in his hand faster.
It turns out that these are the masters and servants of Yang Fan who came from the capital of Chang'an.
In ancient times, everything was good, but transportation was too inconvenient.
They set out from Chang'an at Weishi, and it was already Youshi but they hadn't arrived yet.
You don't feel it when the speed is slow, but as the carriage speeds up, the rear compartment suddenly feels quite bumpy.
Yang Fan then remembered that in ancient times, carriage wheels were simply made of wood wrapped with iron sheets, and shock-absorbing things such as springs and rubber had not yet been invented.
After a while, Yang Fan's egg yolk almost came out, and he even got a little motion sick.
Looking at the two little maids who were chirping quietly when nothing happened, I couldn't help but sigh, is it because my health is too poor, or is it because women have stronger endurance than men?
Noticing that Yang Fan's face was a little pale, Xing'er lifted the small breathable curtain and looked out, and said to Yang Fan:
"Sir, we should be here not far away. Do you want to ask Uncle Fu to stop and rest for a while so that you can drink some water to relieve your fatigue?"
He waved his hand feebly, indicating that he didn't need it. At this moment, he suddenly heard Yang Laifu's cry and the carriage gradually slowed down.
Yang Fan opened the front curtain and asked, "Uncle Fu, what happened? Are you here?"
Yang Laifu shook his head and pointed with his finger not far ahead: "Sir, there are women and children kneeling in the road ahead begging. They should be nearby villagers who have suffered from the smallpox plague."
Following the direction of Yang Laifu's finger, we did see several women and children wearing coarse clothes and linen kneeling in the middle of the road, some with children in their arms.
Only then did Yang Fan realize that the carriage had now reached an open area, and a few sloping thatched houses could be seen not far away.
Everything I saw was dull, with not a trace of smoke rising from the kitchen. You must know that it should be the time to start the fire for cooking.
The carriage slowly approached, and the faint sounds of sobbing children could be heard.
Looking at the group of women and children with numb faces in front of him and the children who occasionally showed a sallow face and thin skin, Yang Fan felt heavy, and he no longer had the slightest bit of joy and satisfaction in his heart due to earning a large sum of money.
Only then did he realize that he was already in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, instead of an era that had gradually become blurred in his mind and became extremely distant.
In that era, even the poorest people would have something to eat and would not starve to death.
But here, even in the center of the entire dynasty, people will starve to death at any time due to natural and man-made disasters.
This was the prosperous age of Zhenguan that was highly touted in the history books.
He signaled Yang Laifu to pull the carriage aside, looking at the silence, a feeling of sadness about the dilapidated village flooded into his heart.
A poem written by someone in my past life couldn't help but come to mind.
The scattered officials galloped over the dry hills,
The dust and dirt covered his eyes.
The trees in the mountains reduce their color,
The spring beside the stream is a trickle.
Mulberry and hemp everywhere increase the breath,
Every family, old and young, cried in vain.
Although my subordinates shed tears of concern for the people,
It is difficult to shoulder the worries of the people.
Although this is a song about the official's sad mood when he sees the people suffer from drought and have no harvest, but they are unable to help, it is very similar to the scene at this time.
After muttering, Yang Fan was filled with emotions.
Why did I travel to this era? Is it just to satisfy my somewhat vulgar idea of having three wives and four concubines?
But what can I bring to this era? Low productivity, social systems, humanistic customs and other factors restrict the progress of society. How can one person change these easily?
What's more, if you do things that are not in line with social laws and deviate from the teachings, in this era, even if you are doing good for others, you will be regarded as an alien.
After thinking about it for a while, I found myself at a loss.
At this time, Yang Laifu's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Master, how about... I get out of the car and persuade them to leave?"
Somewhat calmly, he stopped Yang Laifu's actions and said:
"Uncle Fu, there is some money and food in the car. You can take it and share it with them."
Yang Laifu took his things and left with a look of relief.
In the carriage, two little girls were sobbing softly, their two little eyes already swollen into walnuts.
They have the deepest experience of this kind of scene. If it weren't for meeting Yang Fan, their lives would not be much better than this.
Knowing that they were hurt by the scene, Yang Fan didn't say anything, he just gently stroked the two little heads and let them lean on his arm.
Seeing that the young master was so considerate, the two little girls gradually stopped crying. Unknowingly, smiles appeared on their faces, and the corners of their mouths also stirred up waves. Their big, twinkling eyes were filled with not only admiration but also attachment.
After a while, the women and children on the official road left one after another.
As the carriage went down the Junling Mountains, the road became a little steeper and it took a lot of effort to move along.
At this time, the mountains were very quiet, the wind was not strong, but the sky was gradually getting dark.
Suddenly, a lake came into view. The surface of the lake was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the afterglow from all directions.
Around the lake, unknown flowers are blooming in their own beauty, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.
Not far from the lake, a villa is built on a gentle valley.
"Girl, we'll be at the house soon. Get ready. It's getting late now. Don't let the young master fall."
Hearing Yang Laifu's cry, Yang Fan came back to his senses, and the two little girls were busy taking out low stools and preparing to step on Yang Fan's feet as he got out of the car.