Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

Chapter 138 Revenge, Money

"Making money is always about making it for the long term." Bai Zhi shook the account book, "You dare to make money from barbarians? Aren't you afraid that the neighbors' spit will drown you?"

"What's wrong with making money from the barbarians?" Zhou Shensi was very puzzled. "The Thirteen States are so close to the Southern Barbarians. Are we going to have no dealings with them for the rest of our lives? This day will come sooner or later. Besides, these barbarian bosses pay a lot of money and are very happy. If not with them, who else should we do business with?"

"I don't think the neighbors will agree with this."

"Boss, you're really right." Zhou Shensi suddenly rubbed against Bai Zhi, pulled her to half squat, and said mysteriously, "As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. There are so many barbarians coming. I see that many people have become familiar with them and started to call them brothers. Isn't this a good thing? I will make money from the barbarians first today and fight my way out. The people behind me can only pick up what I leave... Hehehe... Boss, if you also want to make this money, I'll give you a share."

"I'll be satisfied if I can keep the Wenxiang Tower and earn some steady money... No, what did you say just now? Some people have become familiar with the barbarians?" Bai Zhi scratched her ears and asked incredulously, "Is it true?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Zhou Shensi snatched the account book and turned the pages one by one to Bai Zhi. "From... yes, from this day on, 60% of the goods were sold to the barbarians. And then you see, this day, and this day, do you know what these two big sums of money were?"

"what money?"

"It's the money from selling the stall." Zhou Shensi said proudly, "All bought by neighbors. Do you know what this means? It's called having money but not making it, you're a bastard. People are much more clever in making money than you."

It couldn't be clearer in the account book.

Although she knew that humans were complicated, Bai Zhi still had the urge to capture Qiao Wanwan and confront Zhou Shensi face to face - what's wrong with you people from Dayan, do you hate the barbarians?

"Oh, I see, Boss. Did Captain Qiao ask you to persuade me?" Zhou Shensi shouted fiercely, his brows furrowed, looking exactly like the dead pig that Qiao Wanwan had mentioned. "I told Captain Qiao a long time ago to stay out of this matter. It's not her job to begin with. Why is she getting involved in this mess?"

"How can it not be considered part of my job? General Zhu ordered that the city guards must also perform the duties of yamen runners while on duty." Bai Zhi slammed the account book to the ground, and said directly, "Do you want to do other work?"

Zhou Shensi drooped his face and shook his head: "Either I work for you, or I earn my own money."

"Move somewhere or not."

"Don't move."

"Then live in the alley." Bai Zhi said expressionlessly, "Ancestor Zhou, think of a way to prevent the shop owners on both sides from coming to cause trouble, and also prevent those neighbors who don't like barbarians from poking your spine."

Zhou Shensi: "..." Seeing Bai Zhi was so determined, she had no choice but to pull the ends of her hair to find a solution. After a while, she said with a look of grief and indignation: "Then let's sell all these stalls and earn some money to go home for the New Year."

The implication is that the shop owners should find ways to cause trouble for others and let the neighbors poke holes in others' spines.

Bai Zhi: "...It's not impossible."

It wasn't that he was being unfair to Qiao Wanwan. After all, few people were more resistant to the knife than Zhou Shensi in front of Captain Qiao.

After the matter was settled, Bai Zhi no longer had any worries in her heart. She let out a long breath and finally asked Zhou Shensi, "Do you hate the barbarians?"

"If you really want to say it, it's okay."

"Not bad? The barbarians conquered the Thirteen States and killed so many people. They almost reached your hometown."

"How else can I say that I hate them?" Zhou Shensi spread his hands. "Does it matter whether I hate them or not? Is hatred more important or making money? Boss, where the money is, people's hearts are there. Now the Thirteen States are short of money. The barbarians have money, and the Thirteen States have goods. Sooner or later, we will have to trade again. Can we really never have any contact with each other? When you sleep with hatred for decades and live a poor life, thinking that you have adhered to the right path all your life, and then see that the next generation and the next generation who trade with the barbarians make a lot of money and spend it like water, won't you regret it? Who wouldn't regret it? By then, hatred will become waste paper."

"If that's the case, the Thirteen States have been bullied for nothing."

"So, we have to extort a lot of money from the barbarians. No matter how much the common people hate the barbarians, they just keep saying that they want to eat their flesh and drink their blood, but who can really kill a barbarian to eat his flesh and drink his blood? What's the benefit? It still comes with money. Where do they get so much money from the barbarians? Isn't it from bullying the Thirteen States? Harming others to benefit oneself, isn't that just going with the flow?"

Bai Zhi suddenly thought of this - come to think of it, Chu Yunchuan had also mentioned to her that the people of the Thirteen States are now short of money, but few are willing to trade with the barbarians.

He owns thousands of acres of fertile land but cannot exchange it for money. Judging from his expression, he is quite worried about this.

Does Chu Yunchuan think so too - that hatred will be eliminated sooner or later, and trade is inevitable?

"Dongjia, Dongjia."

Bai Zhi came back to her senses, and Zhou Shensi's dead face drooped again: "Boss, what are you thinking about? Do you regret it?"

"..." Bai Zhi said calmly, "Sell it early and go home early. Come to me before you go home and I will give you a red envelope for the New Year."

Zhou Shensi grinned and said, "I won't accept anything less than thirty taels."

"Go back to your dreams and tell them what you are talking about in your dreams."

A few days later, Bai Zhi heard that Zhou Shensi's shops were all sold, and some of them were sold to barbarians. It was said that all the former employees had quit their jobs because the new shopkeeper was too corrupt and the money they paid was more than half less than before.

When Zhou Shensi came to Bai Zhi to ask for a red envelope as promised, Bai Zhi was busy making rattan fruit wine with Qiaoqiao and Lin Chuqi. She had no time to pay attention to her. She just raised her chin towards the room and said, "It's on my desk. Go find it yourself."

As if afraid that the red envelope would run away, Zhou Shensi trotted over to collect the red envelope first, then came back to greet Bai Zhi: "Boss, you make your own rattan fruit wine every year, don't you feel tired?"

Qiaoqiao, who was pounding fruit, raised her head with a sad face: "How can I not be tired? I am almost dead tired!"

"Eh? Master Qiaoqiao, that's not what you said last year."

"At this time last year, I was still studying in a cram school. Of course, anything was more interesting than studying. It's not like now. I work for Gong Cao all day long. When I finally have a day off, I have to work for Master Bai again." Qiaoqiao pounded the rolling pin into the basin and cried, "Master Bai, I want to rest!"

Lin Chuqi, who was washing fruits carefully nearby, said indifferently, "You just sat down for one stick of incense."

"I have been working hard for many days when you weren't looking! This is accumulated! Accumulated!"