Red Mansion: Taming the Overlord

Jinling is only four hundred miles away from Suzhou, and it takes half a day by boat to get there.The bustling and bustling place here is not inferior to Jinling, but it gives people a completely different feeling.It stands to reason that Jinling Six Dynasties gold powder should have a more profound cultural heritage.But Bo Yang felt that the literati here were more elegant.

Thinking about Xuan'er for a while in the city, Bo Yang was very satisfied, so he rented a house to live in.

Then it was time to try to make some money.Living in this world costs money for food, clothing, housing and transportation. The most important thing is that Bo Yang’s body is in such a bad state now, and the medicine is taken three times a day. The methods of tonic, the materials used are all expensive.

Bo Yang thought about it, but he could only go the old way and go into business.After all, the original book is in a state where you can't lift your shoulders or lift your hands, and you can't do a little heavy physical work by yourself.As for the literati singing the wind and playing the moon, although he knows a little bit, can he still surpass the professional ones of this era?

Then came the problem, to start a business, you must first have capital, but Bo Yang has less than one or two taels of silver in his hand now, it is really not enough to do anything.

how should I do it?

There was a small flower garden in the small rented courtyard, and there were a bunch of chrysanthemums crowded together in it. It was the season of blooming in September, and the white ones were red and the pink ones were purple. It looked extremely lively.Next to the small flower garden was a lush mulberry tree, Bo Yang asked Xuan'er to move the chair and put it in the shade of the tree, and he half-lyed on it, lazily thinking about the future.

Sunshine, air, fragrance of flowers, in this situation, if you brew a pot of tea and play a zither, it will be like a fairy life.

Xuan'er moved a small stool to watch over him. Seeing him not moving for a while, she couldn't help asking, "Master, how much money do we have left?"

Bo Yang opened his eyes and looked at him.The child who was only ten years old had real worry on his face.Seeing Bo Yang looking over, he swallowed nervously, "How about...how about going out and looking for some work? I am nimble and can do a little bit of everything. If I work harder, I can always earn a living."

He said this sincerely, as if Bo Yang nodded his head, and he would go out immediately.Bo Yang thought of going in and out these few days, he always glanced at the restaurant at the street corner, maybe he had already taken a fancy to the work there?

Just let such a half-grown child support himself?Bo Yang's skin is not that thick.

Even Xuan'er has such a heart, so Bo Yang can't be lazy any longer.He cheered up, stood up and said, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Go find a job." Bo Yang replied.

A quarter of an hour later, Xuan'er stared at the silk and satin shop in front of him called Jinxiang Building, which was magnificently decorated, and the things sold inside were painfully expensive, and then turned his head to see Shi Shiran choosing fabrics beside him. The uncle who didn't seem to worry at all that he didn't have money to pay the bill couldn't help but feel very headache.

Because the original body has been convalescing from illness since he was a child, and he is locked in the house for half a year without going out, so he naturally knows very little about these people and the world. Occasionally, Xuan'er will accompany him to go out, but Xuan'er will come call the shots.Although this time when he left Beijing, the uncle seemed to be a little different, but in Xuan'er's heart, he still felt that he should have no knowledge of daily necessities, so now seeing that Bo Yang couldn't choose, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

What if I spend all the money in my hand, what will happen to Minger's medical bills?

Bo Yang didn't seem to notice Xuan'er's state, and he still picked out the fabrics on his own. The shop assistant smiled and introduced, but no matter how many good things he said, Bo Yang could pick and choose the fabrics in his hands to nothing.After a long time, seeing that he had no intention of buying, the guy's face collapsed.

After almost looking through all the fabrics in the store, regardless of whether they were high or low, Bo Yangcai pointed to one of them as if reluctantly, and said, "This is it."

The store clerk was a little disgusted, and after a long time of emotional selection, he chose a piece of plain cloth!

In this era, due to the limitations of the dyeing process, colored fabrics were much more expensive than plain fabrics, and the brighter the color, the more expensive it was.In novels and TV shows, the ancient people loved to wear red and green, precisely because such bright colors are rare, and they will fade when exposed to water, so they can only be worn once.Rich and rich families use this to show their wealth.

Disdainful in his heart, the man's face showed a bit, "This piece of fine cloth chosen by the customer is fifty coppers a foot."

Bo Yang nodded lightly, "It will take ten feet." He sighed inwardly, and he had spent most of the money in his hand.

Xuan'er was anxious, but in front of outsiders, she didn't dare to dismantle her uncle's platform. Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, she had no choice but to plan to do part-time work to supplement the family income.

After leaving the silk and satin village, Bo Yang took Xuan'er to buy some dyes and other miscellaneous things, and then went home.

"What are you going to do, sir?" Xuan'er couldn't help asking.

Bo Yang said, "Dye the cloth."

"Dyeing cloth?" Xuan'er looked bewildered, wondering when his uncle learned this.

Bo Yang didn't say much, and quickly started dyeing the cloth.He used the batik technique in Guizhou. Fortunately, Suzhou is a big city, so you can buy everything you need.But correspondingly, the money in hand is almost spent.So Bo Yang only has one chance now, and he can only pray that everything goes well.

But in fact, because of his poor health, he sweats all over his body and becomes light-headed when he is a little tired. As a result, Xuan'er does most of the work, which is really ashamed.

Fortunately, the weather has been fine in the past few days, and there is no delay.But by God's blessing, the dyeing process went very smoothly without any problems.

When Bo Yang and Xuan'er pulled the fabric out of the dye vat together, seeing the uniform light blue color on the fabric, he couldn't help holding his breath, "Master, is this done?"

"Just let it dry." Bo Yang said.At that time, there was no such thing as color fixing agent, because many chemical reaction products were needed, so Bo Yang couldn't make it, so it had to be like this.

Because the fabric is so thin, it dries in a day.At this time, the color is lighter than when it was wet before, making the whole fabric look like haze, light and soft.But if you look closely, you can faintly see some subtle lines. If it is cut into a dress, it will be faintly visible between the movements, adding to the beauty.

Xuan'er couldn't help asking, "Master, what color is this? I don't think anyone has ever sold it before."

"It's because no one sells it, so it's rare." Bo Yang said, "Go and sell this piece of cloth later."

"Me? Where to sell it?" Xuan'er's eyes widened.

Bo Yang smiled and said, "It's you. You are young, so others won't be suspicious. As for where to go...of course, go to the east of the city where rich people gather."

Like most ancient cities, Suzhou City also has a square structure.In the middle is the government office, and in the east of the city is the place where rich merchants and wealthy households live together. Many of the famous Suzhou gardens are located here.

After Xuan'er heard her uncle's plan, she couldn't help being dumbfounded.But in the end, he still couldn't unscrew it, so he could only pack the cloth in a carved wooden box, and went out at every step.

In fact, Bo Yang was not worried about Xuan'er going out alone.It's just that his own face is too ostentatious, and if he wears a cloak or curtain away, he will inevitably appear sneaky, so he can only do so.His start-up capital and the future livelihood of the two of them all depended on this time.

So, on this day, a young boy wearing a half-new and old shirt appeared in the east of the city, holding a box in a somewhat cautious manner, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment, and it was difficult for people not to notice.This place is full of well-off families, so there are naturally people guarding the door.Those who have nothing to do can't help teasing him, "Boy, what do you do?"

"I want to sell something."

"Selling things? Then you should go to the market, what are you doing here?"

"Only people who live here can afford something like me."

"Yo, the tone is not small! Is this what you are holding in your hand? What is it? Open it and let us look at it. If it is really a good thing, we will pass a message to the master for you, and maybe we will buy yours. "These disciples refused to believe it, and said with a smile.

Xuan'er took a step back vigilantly, and hugged the box tightly, "If you don't buy it, don't look at it!"

Such an attitude made these disciples believe a little bit.

Suzhou is an ancient city, and I don't know how many generations it has passed through. It has risen and fallen, has a humanistic atmosphere, and has all kinds of heritage.Therefore, it is not impossible to join a really declining big family and take out the good things in their hands and sell them for emergency.How many such stories have not been circulated in any ancient city?And the old and young men who live here never lack the money to buy things, but what they lack are good things that can show their status.

However, even if these disciples have the heart, they can't pass it on for him, but they also pay attention to it. If there is a chance, it's okay to say something more.Maybe the host family bought good things and rewarded them as soon as they were happy.

It was also because of Xuan'er's luck that he really met the son of the family going out. Seeing him staying there, he asked a lot, and the doorman helped lead the horse, and seized the opportunity to reply.The young master was really interested, so someone called Xuan'er over, "What kind of good is this, and how do you sell it?"

"This is something that our master has passed down. If the old man hadn't been ill, the young one wouldn't have sold it. If you want to buy it, you need a hundred taels of silver!" Xuan'er said boldly.

God knows that when he heard his uncle say the price, he almost fainted from fright!But now, when the people around heard the price, they also gasped. 100 taels of silver!What kind of good thing dare to ask for this price?

"Open your box first and have a look, if it's really worth it, 100 taels is nothing." The young master said.

Xuan'er then carefully put the box on the shaft and opened it.

A radiant blue color appeared in front of everyone's eyes.The boy's eyes lit up, "I've never seen such a color before."

"Our uncle said that this is called ice blue. It is dyed with the ancient method passed down from my family, and the whole world can only see this. If it is a whole horse, let alone ten gold, it can be sold for a thousand gold." Xuan'er continued according to Bai. Yang Jiao's words are made up.

The son carefully took out a part of the fabric, put it in front of his eyes, and suddenly noticed the patterns hidden in it, which were indeed like fine lines in ice, and couldn't help laughing, "What an ice blue color! That's how it is, a hundred taels of silver is really good." Not expensive!"

No... no, can it really be sold?Xuan'er was stunned.