Chapter 982

On Friday, Lang carried a box into the house and opened it to man Bao. Le Taotao said, "how about four hundred liang? Isn't it powerful?"

Man Bao touched a large ingot of silver and asked, "brother five, I counted it. The total amount of silver in the house is 6252, which is more than I expected."

"It's not what you said. Just drive at a high price and let them drive down the price?" On Friday, Lang said, "you and I, the steward of the palace, came and talked about the price several times. We bought 2452 chrysanthemums and 382 Chang'e's running to the moon. As I said, the flowers are very rare. There is only one pot in Dajin. "

"The pot of ancient early Roses I carried out in the afternoon was golden. When they saw it, their eyes were bright. When I saw it, I opened it at a higher price and was finally pressed to 400 Liang."

Man Bao exclaimed, "three pots of flowers are more valuable than the grain produced by our family in a year."

Bai Shan said, "it's best not to spread this kind of thing, otherwise there will be more people planting flowers and fewer people planting land in the future. However, if you spend too much, it's not worth money. "

Bai Erlang looked up from the dessert and said vaguely, "who is so stupid to plant flowers with the land for growing grain?"

Bai Shan glanced at him and said, "wealth and wealth move people's hearts. A pot of flowers can sell four hundred Liang. At the current grain price, four hundred Liang can buy 40000 Dou of grain, that is to say, a pot of flowers can exchange 40000 Dou of grain. Do you say they are willing to grow flowers or grain?"

Bai Erlang: "it's the same. It's not that any pot of flowers can sell four hundred Liang. It's like the ancient early roses brought back by man Bao. It's the first time I've seen and heard about them."

Bai Shan: "you know, but ordinary people don't know. They only know that someone sold flowers and sold four hundred Liang a pot."

Mr. Zhuang nodded and was about to express his approval. Man Bao said, "Oh, stop arguing. It's not just now that rare flowers have been selling expensive. They have been there since ancient times."

"Orchids and peonies are available in one or two liang cheaply and thousands of Liang expensive. The annual flower fair is very lively. I have never seen anyone take the land to grow food to grow flowers. How many people in the world can buy these flowers at a high price? "It's not a rich merchant, it's a gentry, or it's a powerful family," man Bao said. "This kind of flower business can only be done once or twice. If you sell the same flower for the third time, the guests will come to the door."

Mr. Zhuang stopped talking.

Bai Erlang said, "you sold twenty pots of white peonies before."

"That's because I only sell twenty Liang. If I sell two hundred Liang up, do you think I'll sell the second pot out?" Man Bao pointed to the flower path in the corridor outside, "look, none of the flowers I bought are exactly the same. Or different kinds, or different designs and colors, anyway. "

Everyone looked out and found that it was true. There was some silence for a moment.

"So what kind of flower encroaches on the grain land will not happen in the homes of ordinary people, but only among flower farmers."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help nodding slightly.

Friday Lang didn't understand this. He only cared a little, "where do you want to collect so much silver? Is it safe to collect it in the house?"

"It's very safe. Didn't I just get you the money from the house?"

On Friday, Lang thought so, so he picked up the box and said, "OK, I'll take you to the house."

Man Bao went back to the house with Lang on Friday.

Man Bao opened the previous money box, picked out the scattered twenty-five liang from it and handed it to Wu lang. generously said, "brother five, this is your hard work."

On Friday Lang took the silver and said, "is it a little too much? Have you paid enough for the flowers? How much did you spend on the flowers? "

"I spent a lot, but I also earned a lot. Can I do a business that doesn't make money? "

On Friday Lang thought it was the same. After all, the reserve price they set was there, so he accepted it with peace of mind.

"Then I'll go back to the restaurant first."

"Return it, don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

On Friday Lang said, "the restaurant is busiest in the evening. I have to go back and help them."

Man Bao sent him out and asked, "how's the business of the restaurant these days?"

"It's a little lighter, but with regular customers, the income is OK. Anyway, it looks better than several nearby restaurants."

Man Bao nodded, "take your time. It's good to do it for a long time."

On Friday Lang whispered, "how many years do you think our family can do?"

Man Bao is still very confident in their reversal, so he said, "I want to do it for a few years."

On Friday, Lang laughed, patted Yaomei on the shoulder, drove out his mule truck, said hello to Liu GUI and others, and left.

Man Bao watched the fifth brother go away and then bounced back to her room. She touched the silver ingots in the box, felt their texture and weight, and then happily received them in the system space.

Because the next day was the first day of junior high school, the three took a rest, so man Bao rarely got out of bed.

She didn't get up until the sun rose. After eating breakfast slowly, she wandered to the small garden to find Bai Shan.

Bai Shan got up a little earlier than her. He was standing under a tree with his back to his hands and shaking his head.

Man Bao quietly moved behind him and just walked behind him. He was about to scare him. Bai Shan suddenly turned back and shouted "Wow -" and man Bao also shouted "ah -" without being scared.

Bai Shan said, "you are so naive. You still play this when you are so old."

"You don't concentrate."

"You don't see where the sun shines. I can see your shadow when you come behind me."

Man Bao looked down. It was true. She looked around and asked, "where's Bai er?"

"Not yet."

"I didn't see it just now, sir."

"Sir said that there was a poetry meeting in the calligraphy studio on the first day of the first day of the new year, and new poetry collections would be sold, so he went to have a look and went out early in the morning."

Man Bao found a piece of grass that had been dried by the sun and dew, sat down and asked, "where do you want to play today?"

"I also want to go shopping. Didn't you say you wanted to find books last time? It happened that I wanted to buy an album of paintings. Let's go shopping later?"

Man Bao nodded again and again, "OK, OK."

Liu GUI quickly came in from the outside and bowed, "Miss man, there's someone from Jishi hall. It's said that the patient you're waiting for has arrived."

Man Bao asked lazily, "who is it? "The bastard I dug the day before yesterday?"

"No, it's the young master of the Yan family."

Man Bao's eyes brightened, jumped up and ran, "let him wait. I'll get the basket now."

Before he spoke, the man had run away. Bai Shan received the book and said to Daji, "go to set up a car."

Daji responded and turned away.