"I regret letting Jing Ke go now."

Wang Ying kept talking about this in the carriage.

He was wearing the clothes of the Jinyiwei, majestic.

Last night, Butler Wang had someone change his clothes to the right size.

The people around him were too lazy to pay attention to him, so Gai Nie just raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him, and then continued to close his eyes and rest.

Yang Mo was stunned when he looked at the silver note in his hand. Wang Ying didn't dare to mess with him. He whispered to him and regretted letting Jing Ke go. Seeing that his elder brother ignored him, he closed his mouth very consciously.

A thousand-month silver note is this.

Looking at the silver notes and twisting the silver notes with her hands, Yang Mo felt a little sad.

To put it in detail, let alone a thousand guan, he can't even get a hundred guan now.

If you say this, it will make people laugh.

Who would have thought that the Martial Arts General Manager, who is in full swing in Taiyuan recently, could not even get a hundred coins of money?

Thinking of his name as the Taiyuan Martial Arts Manager, Yang Mo laughed again.

There was no such official position in Northern Sui Dynasty, and it was created temporarily by Li Xiuning.

Time is tight and the task is heavy. Li Xiuning gave herself a legitimate official position and left without thinking about anything else.

For example, what is the monthly salary of this official?

She didn't expect that she could naturally not write a letter to ask - if she asked, there would definitely be some.

But it won’t be too much. Yang Mo asked Wang Ying in the morning, what is the monthly salary of Zhao Hong, the governor of Taiyuan?

Wang Ying answered that Eighty Points, Eighty Points are a lot of money in this era.

Two hundred scoops of copper coins need to be loaded in a carriage.

With Zhao Hong, the magistrate of Taiyuan, the upper limit, he, the military chief, has been supporting the situation, and only has 80 stakes a month.

What about a year? Less than a thousand stagnants.

Jing Ke simply carried 20,000 yuan, and he had to earn twenty years...

Such a comparison is really annoying.

As a time traveler, I am afraid I will be the one who has done the worst...

After pausing, he looked at Gai Nie next to him. Yang Mo felt that he was not the worst, and Gai Nie should be the worst.

After all, I still have some money on myself - it's really a bit. I didn't earn much money from weaving straw sandals before, only more than fifty cents.

Who would have thought that the straw sandals in the Sandaying camp had been working hard for so many days with the shoemakers in the city, and they only earned more than fifty cents, less than Zhao Hong's salary for a month.

It seems that no matter what era, civil servants will always be the safest profession.

Thinking that Gai Nie was even worse than himself and did not even have the ability to make money, Yang Mo was in a slightly better mood.

At least he is not the poorest time traveler.

Seeing Yang Mo suddenly laughing out loud, Gai Nie was very curious and asked him why he laughed.

There were only two of them in the carriage, and Yang Mo could also feel that after what happened last night, Gai Nie was in a bad mood, and he could also feel that this cold-faced handsome guy became increasingly close to him.

Yang Mo half-jokingly told him that he was the poorest time traveler, but it made Gai Nie frown and look at him like a fool.

"Since I am a disciple of the young master, I don't need money, and all expenses will be given by the young master."

Gai Nie's words of righteousness made Yang Mo stunned.

He just thought of the accountant...

Gai Nie is right. The disciples do not need to make money, and he, the head of the family, is responsible for all expenses.

Yang Mo thought again that Li Bai was also his disciple.

In other words, his savings of more than fifty stakes are to support them.

Li Bai likes to drink alcohol and likes to drink good wine, which is a very expensive thing.

Although Gai Nie has no bad habits, he likes weapons and a good sword is also valuable.

The world's number one sword is the only one sword. If this matter is spread, it will be a big laugh.

Without a room of swords, can you be the number one swordsman in the world?

"Then where did your expenses last month come from? Why didn't you ask me for it?"

Yang Mo asked with a bold attitude.

Gai Nie became more and more curious: "Taibai and I both went directly to the Li family's account to withdraw money." He looked like you didn't know?

Yang Mo's heart skipped a beat. He really didn't know about this, so he quickly called the butler of the Li family.

Selling glass is naturally indispensable for the Li family.

Among the caravans of glass, one of them belongs to the Li family, which was the order of Mrs. Wang.

This time, the Li family also followed people, but there were only three: one housekeeper and two servants, who were following behind.

They are just a decoration, and there is nothing to do with three people from beginning to end.

The main job is to follow it and tell the Li family after going back that the Wang family has made a fortune and has not forgotten the Li family. The Li and Wang families are inseparable strategic partners.

As soon as Yang Mo called out, the Li family's butler immediately ran over and sat respectfully beside the carriage.

Yang Mo told the story of Li Bai and Gai Nie going to the account room to withdraw money. Butler Li said oh and took out a small book from his arms.

I started to reconcile the accounts to Yang Mo in a very serious and detailed manner.

"Son-in-law, your disciples are not only Mr. Taibai and Mr. Gai Nie, but also General Meng Tian, ​​a total of three..."

By the way, there is Meng Tian.

Before Yang Mo could hear the following accounts, he felt an unknown premonition.

Butler Li did not forget it, Meng Tian and Gai Nie took away a total of 3,500 stagnants.

This was the money that the two of them formed and founded to find Jing Ke and Ying Zheng as Yang Mo ordered, and it was just an early investment.

Li Bai took away three hundred stakes, and Shan Binbin took away two hundred stakes.

When Yang Mo heard about Shan Binbin's incident, he was a little anxious and was about to have an attack, but considering that she was Gai Nie's apprentice, it was natural to hang it on her account.

There are also 2,200 workshops built in the villa.

In total, Yang Mo owes a total of 6,200 trump cards at the Duke's Mansion.

Li Xiuning's monthly salary is 120 guan, and 100 guan is directly to Yang Mo's account. Based on the calculation, Yang Mo still owes the Duke's Mansion 6,000 guan.

After listening to the accounts, Yang Mo felt his blood pressure rise and waved to let Butler Li go down.

I sat in the carriage and took a long time to recover.

When I looked at Gai Nie again, the heart that made fun of him as the most miserable time traveler was gone.

After all the calculations, it turned out that the clown was actually himself, and Yang Mo was the worst time traveler in history.

When he was resting at noon, Yang Mo, who had not spoken, looked at Wang Ying who was eating in a big mouthful and took the initiative to pick up a chopstick dish for him for the first time.

He also told Wang Ying with a smile on his face to eat more food.

Wang Ying was so scared that he held the chopsticks and lost the intention to eat.

My elder brother has never been so kind to me.

What is this to do?

Wang Ying was frightened when he ate a meal. He looked at the dishes filled with his elder brother's bowl, and his hands holding chopsticks were shaking.

After dinner, when he saw Yang Mo taking the initiative to make tea for himself, Wang Ying looked pale and stood up straight and said, "Brother, if you want to hit me, just hit me directly. Don't do this, I can't stand it."

Yang Mo's actions reminded Wang Ying of the prisoners in the prison.

Only prisoners who are about to behead will receive such courtesy.

My brother is so polite that he can't say that there is an unprecedented beating below.

Wang Ying was not afraid of a violent beating, at most he was missing his arms and legs, but he couldn't stand this kind of fear that was insecure.

He saw his elder brother's method of dealing with Jing Ke with his own eyes.

The torture of the torture that was spread on the face and wet with clean water. Wang Ying tried it himself after he went back last night. It was nothing that humans did.

Brother, I told Jing Ke that he still has many ways to do this. Could it be that he has to experiment with himself?
Chapter completed!