Chapter 6

Chen Xiao sniffed wildly until he saw Chunsheng approaching with a large platter. He couldn't help but stand up. Once Chunsheng placed the platter on the table, Chen Xiao's eyes almost glued to it.

The platter held a large piece of beef, perfectly seared to a crispy exterior and tender inside, with a small knife placed beside it.

Chen Xiao, without any guidance, picked up the knife, cut a piece of beef, skewered it with the knife, and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious! So tender! So delicious!"

Fang Xing, watching Chen Xiao's behavior, gained a deeper understanding of their past friendship.

In those days, if you weren't close family friends, you had to behave properly when visiting someone's home. Otherwise, if word got out, you wouldn't be able to face people anymore.

Lin Rui, due to his prolonged daze, still felt somewhat weak despite the frequent supplements provided by his loyal servant, Xiaobai. Thus, beef became his chosen method of nourishment.

After swallowing the beef, Chen Xiao saw Chunsheng standing there and shouted, "Wine, bring the wine quickly!"

Chunsheng glanced at Fang Xing and immediately went to the wine cellar.

A while later, Chunsheng returned with a small jar.

Opening the seal, the aroma of the wine spread, and Chen Xiao said in ecstasy, "What a fine wine!"

At this point, Fang Xing also started eating, consuming the portion meant for Xiaobai.

In front of Chen Xiao, if Fang Xing were to share a meal with Xiaobai, he feared it might raise suspicions. So, he quietly gave Xiaobai a piece of beef and had her and Chunsheng go to the kitchen to prepare it.

Fang Xing, smelling the wine and looking at its color in the bowl, took a sip.

Damn! This wine is so light!

Drinking the light wine, Fang Xing felt a slight buzz but remained clear-headed, in a subtle state.

After seeing Chen Xiao off, Fang Xing began his usual stroll, with Xiaobai definitely following.

Wandering along the central axis of the manor, the villagers on the road would step aside when they saw Fang Xing, waiting for him to pass before continuing.

Life was really carefree!

However, this carefree life vanished when he reached the neighboring estate.

"Why are they so lazy and dressed so well?"

Seeing the people on the neighboring estate dressed neatly and working lazily, Fang Xing felt somewhat annoyed.

Xiaobai pouted and said, "Young Master, I heard that the neighboring estate belongs to a wealthy family. They have plenty of money and are very kind-hearted, so the villagers there live like gods."

Fang Xing was taken aback...

Is this still the evil feudal society?

Is this still the evil landlord?

Back home, Fang Xing sent Xiaobai away and then dove into the warehouse.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, Fang Xing despairingly discovered that all the clothes in the warehouse were modern styles, unsuitable for wearing outside.

In those days, wearing unusual clothing wasn't a sign of individuality but a sign of mental illness! The Shun天府 had a task to crack down on such people.

After coming out, Fang Xing ran a few laps in the courtyard, feeling depressed, until Fang Jielun ran in with a joyful expression.

"Young Master, Young Master, it's sold!"

Fang Xing stopped, and Xiaobai immediately brought a towel to wipe his face.

"Steward, what was sold?"

Although Fang Xing wanted to take over the family affairs, in those days, men handled external matters while women handled internal matters. Since he wasn't married, these affairs still had to be managed by Fang Jielun.

Fang Jielun looked around suspiciously and then glanced at Xiaobai warily. Only after Fang Xing cleared his throat did he whisper, "Young Master, the box was sold!"

"Oh!" Fang Xing's spirits lifted, "How much did it sell for?"

Fang Jielun held up three fingers, and Fang Xing could clearly see the dirt under his fingernails.

"Thirty taels?"

"Young Master..."

Fang Jielun felt this answer was an insult to his loyalty.

Fang Xing's eyes sparkled with surprise, "Could it be three hundred taels?"

Fang Jielun stomped his foot and said joyfully, "It's three hundred and forty taels!"

Damn!

Fang Xing felt a bit dizzy, knowing that one tael of silver could buy about four shi (about 800 pounds) of rice.

"This is just the first one!"

Fang Jielun said with ambition, "Young Master, the first one was sold at a low price. Once the reputation spreads, we can sell each box for at least three hundred and sixty taels!"

Fang Xing felt a bit dizzy and then said, "Steward, go buy some dowry for Miss Zhang first, then handle the remaining items."

Good things shouldn't be rushed; they must be cherished.

Three hundred and forty taels of silver was a timely rain for the Fang family estate.

With money, Fang Xing casually instructed, "Steward, buy some fabric for the villagers. It doesn't have to be expensive, just one set per person for each family!"

Fang Jielun hesitated, "Young Master, we're not like the neighboring estate; there's no need to do this!"

Young Master, you're a spendthrift!

Fang Xing touched his nose and said gently but firmly, "Steward, isn't it a good thing that I'm recovering?"

"Of course it's a good thing, I..."

Fang Jielun understood; the Young Master was buying the villagers' loyalty and celebrating his recovery.

"The old servant will take care of it immediately."

After the steward left, Fang Xing immediately dove into the space.

The time in this space seemed to be frozen. Fang Xing was no longer surprised that the coffee in the office was still steaming.

There was still a lot of space in the office building, but Fang Xing clearly had no intention of searching for anything.

The vast warehouses and goods, as well as the stacked containers, were difficult to explore one by one.

Today, Fang Xing opened three more containers. One contained fruit phones, which were practically junk. The other two, however, gave him a pleasant surprise: knives.

"Atlanta Knife Show?"

In these two containers, there were all kinds of knives, including Japanese samurai swords, Tang swords, long swords, and even double-edged axes...

These were probably brought over for the knife show and for sale.

Tsk tsk!

Fang Xing felt a bit regretful. In the era of Emperor Yongle, unless you had a large amount of firearms, it was best to live a simple life.

After cutting his finger while testing the knives, Fang Xing only took out a short knife and a Tang sword.

"Young Master, what's on your finger?"

Xiaobai saw the thing on Fang Xing's left thumb as soon as she entered.

Can I tell you it's a band-aid?

"I was just playing around."

The short knife hanging on the headboard of the bed had already seen blood.

Damn! So sharp!

Tonight, I'm going to drink!

For dinner, Fang Xing had ginseng stewed chicken. In those days, ginseng wasn't as famous, so the price was reasonable.

The chicken, however, was a frozen chicken that Fang Xing dragged out from the space.

There was no choice; the chickens in the estate were all egg-laying hens, and the roosters were needed for crowing. The extra ones had already been used to nourish Fang Xing.

The chicken meat was a bit tough, but it couldn't be helped.

"Smells so good!"

Xiaobai, serving by his side, smelled the wine in the air and felt like she wanted to take a sip.

"Moutai is so fragrant!"