"Oh..." Bai Yaming looked at him with some surprise and smiled: "You're really not shy."

  600,000 taels, which is 600,000 liang of silver, converted into RMB, is approximately 600 million.

  This amount of money, at the price level of Bianliang, can buy 100,000 dan of grain, or 60,000 bolts of silk, or 300,000 bolts of cloth, or 60,000 pigs, or 12,000 head of cattle, or 20,000 sheep...or buy ten high-end houses in the capital, or pay one-fifth of the annual tribute to Liao State.

  Alright, let's not talk about depressing things... If he uses it for eating, weddings and funerals, festivals and social gatherings, clothing and housing, and other ordinary living expenses, it would be enough for him to spend 1,643 years. But if he goes to brothels, drinks expensive wine, and demands a higher standard of living,

  Enough for him to spend sixteen years... Of course, no one can be merry every night, otherwise he would have turned into a withered skeleton in the tomb after six years.

  If you're not willing to spend the money but still want to indulge, you can raise concubines and entertain yourself. The Song Dynasty prohibited human trafficking, but allowed for voluntary and legitimate transactions of buying maidservants. Ordinary maid servants cost less than 100 guan, but the problem is that they can only be bought out for three years... after three years, either sign again or let them go

  Going home to find mom, you intercepting is against the law.

  I'm a female servant and she's also a female servant, we both signed the same employment contract, just with different scopes of business. Unlike her fixed price, my price varies greatly due to differences in appearance; those with ordinary looks can get 300 taels, while those considered beauties need 700-800 taels, and those who are stunningly beautiful can command tens of thousands without a bottom line.

  But then again, a concubine is not just something you buy and bring home as your own child. You have to provide her with everything: wet nurse, food and clothing, housing, carriages and horses. If you live in government-subsidized housing, how can you afford to keep a concubine? So it's really hard to say which one is more expensive, buying or whoring.

  Back to the topic.

  Sixty thousand taels, this amount is indeed a huge sum. However, in the Song Dynasty where the rich and poor were vastly different, it was not even the salary of a first-class official, plus various welfare benefits and subsidies, with an average monthly income of three to four hundred taels, which was only equivalent to ten years' worth of salary. Moreover, the richest people in Bianjing City were not high-ranking officials, but rather wealthy merchants.

  "Merchants are the royal family..."

  So for Bai Yaming, who is used to seeing big scenes, this point of money, although a lot, will absolutely not make him sigh.

  His intention is that if you deposit, the cost will be too high... First of all, you have to exchange the money for a draft, which costs one percent, that is six hundred yuan; afterwards, every year you not only don't get interest but also have to pay a management fee, the annual fee is three tenths of a thousandth...

  That means Chen Ke's deposit for one year will still have to give others 180 yuan..., damn it, even the four major banks are not as black as this!

  He saw a gloomy expression on his face, and Bai Yaming smiled: "If Sanlang dislikes this kind of bad bill, there is another way."

  "Speak."

  "No storage or borrowing fees." Bai Yaming said calmly: "Not only are all costs waived, but we also pay interest."

  "Oh……", Chen Ke's face was solemn, but his heart was suddenly enlightened. It turned out that these Jews had long discovered the principle of Jinjiang... But it is unknown whether this is due to the contractual concept deeply ingrained in the bones of this nation, which has a covenant with God; or after a thousand years of exile, they cherished too much the paradise of Bianjing

  They did not embezzle customers' deposits but used this rhetoric to make customers voluntarily sign the contract.

  "Don't worry about the principal," Bai Yaming gave him another reassurance, "We, as a responsible enterprise, will provide equivalent guarantees."

  "I can ask." Chen Ke thought for a moment, and slowly said: "Is this pawnshop official or is it one of your hobbies? Also, where do you spend the money?"

  "As for the first question, of course it's official, but now we are merchants." Bai Yaming smiled and said: "As for the second one, this is a business secret, I'm not at liberty to disclose."

  "Haha...!" Chen Ke burst out laughing and said: "I know even if you don't say it!"

  "Oh..." Bai Yaming said calmly: "Go ahead and say it."

  Chen Ke pointed north and then northwest, smiling but saying nothing.

  "Haha... " Bai Yaming burst out laughing, and after finishing, he clasped his fists together and said: "Please, Sanlang, when it's convenient for you, come visit us, I'm sure we'll have a great conversation."

  "No problem." Chen Ke smiled and said: "Out of these 60,000 yuan, I'll keep 10,000, and the rest can be lent to you."

  "Oh?" Bai Yaming was taken aback. He thought Chen Ke would not mention the rabbit and let it go for now, after they had finished talking.

  "This little money, what's there to quibble about." Chen Ke shook his head and smiled, with a very wolf-like tone: "What I care about is wealth that can rival a nation, hoping that when the time comes, you'll be well-prepared."

  Song Duanping and several others sighed secretly, not afraid of the strong wind blowing out their tongues...

  "When the time comes, be sure to listen carefully." Bai Yaming said with a serious expression.

  After sending Chen Ke off on the street at the agreed meeting time, Bai Yaming watched them leave with his eyes. Only then did he let out a bitter laugh, "Indeed, I was young and arrogant back then..."

  In the next few days, Chen Ke and his brothers went strolling around everywhere.

  Went out for a stroll, but without a local guide, it seems like I couldn't get into the mood, so I might as well stay home and read a book, and talk about it in two days.

  Two days later, at dinner time, Chen Xiliang said that he would have a day off tomorrow and could accompany them well, asking where they wanted to go for fun.

  It's said that the number of holidays for officials in the Song Dynasty was unmatched by later dynasties like Ming and Qing..., plus a ten-day break every ten days, they had about 100 days off per year, similar to what people have around 2000 years later.

  "Why don't you go keep Cao aunt company instead?" Chen Ke chuckled and said, "We've been stuck here for a few days, disrupting your two-person life."

  "Nonsense...", Chen Xiliang's old face turned red, but he still asked: "Really don't need me to accompany you?"

  "It's really useless," said Chen Ke: "We have to go see the teacher."

  "Go to Mr. Ouyang's house, just past Xinzhen Gate"... Chen Xiliang said: "I'll have Chen Shi take you there."

  "No need, Aunt Su had already pointed it out to us when we came."

  The next morning, Chen Ke and his companions set out towards the southwest of the city, carrying local products from Meizhou. After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at the Silver Bridge near the Shuntian Gate. Without needing to ask for directions, they immediately found the gate of Ouyang Xiu's residence...

  There are too many people crowded at the entrance, filling up the entire alleyway.

  It goes without saying that all of this is to pay homage to the leader of the literary world. After his comeback, Ouyang Xiu's status as a leading figure in the literary world has risen again, and his praise or criticism can make or break a writer. According to legend, nowadays writers are not afraid of punishment, demotion, or even the emperor, but they fear Ouyang Xiu.

  Yang Xiu's comment in one sentence……

  Of course, scholars are all quite arrogant and no one thinks they're not good enough, so from the day he was beaten back to Bianliang, this alley has been packed with scholars flocking like birds. Every time Old Master Ouyang is at home on a rest day, everyone brings their manuscripts, and those of higher status even bring letters of recommendation, staying up all night in

  There was a queue in front of his house, sometimes the queue could reach Silian Bridge.

  The scene was comparable to the Spring Festival rush to buy train tickets, but the queue was filled with scholars in traditional attire, all of whom were book lovers. Yet, it wasn't monotonous at all, as there were people in their 50s and 60s, as well as those in their teens, and even some elderly folks in their 70s and 80s, who were also waiting in line, albeit a bit unsteadily. Someone advised an old man to go home and rest

  However, Sunzi was not saying that he himself was a heroic warrior in his later years with an unyielding spirit...

  Business should also be born, many vendors carrying wine lees fruit, fried liver rice porridge, and various Chengwen selected collections, famous family masterpieces, selling in the alleys...

  Chen Ke struggled for a while, making his way through the narrow alleys like a vegetable market, but soon caught attention.

  A scholar shouted: "Hey, how can you cut in line!"

  At this, Chen Ke and the others immediately became the focus of attention. The bookworms' disdainful gaze was like they were looking at thieves, making them feel quite embarrassed. Song Duanping smiled and said: "Don't misunderstand, we're here to visit relatives."

  "Is that so?" A tall and thin scholar with an expressionless face said: "Before you, eighteen people have already used this excuse."

  "It's true", Song Duanping scratched his ears and cheeks, "We are Ou Yang Gong's students..."

  It doesn't matter if you don't say it, but as soon as the words came out, whispers rose from the alley, and countless people looked at each other in disdain: "Which one of us in this alley is not a student of Mr. Ouyang?" "Hurry up and line up, or we won't be polite!" "That's right, don't look at you being arrogant, but do you know...

  "The wrath of the masses must not be violated!"

  Chen Ke and others were immediately overwhelmed, had already reported their own homes, and if they continued to fight, it would be a smear on Ouyang Gong. No matter what they said, they didn't believe it, and the crowd was too dense to squeeze in, but retreating would be too embarrassing... At this time, I really miss the little monk Xuan Yu, one lion's roar would surely make the people inside

  Come out and open the door.

  Just as they were in a difficult situation, someone else came in from the alley. People are more enthusiastic than others, and their treatment is much better than Chen Ke's. The scholars automatically made way for him and greeted him warmly. Older ones called him "Zi Gu Brother..." while younger ones addressed him as "Nan Feng Master".

  That tall and thin scholar, with a sarcastic smile, said to Chen Ke: "A legitimate disciple of the Marquis of Lu has arrived. Let's see if you can recognize him."

  "What's the use of recognizing?"

  "I'll call you grandpa."

  "I don't have a grandson like you." Chen Ke glanced at him lightly, almost blowing the bookish man's top off. He shouted towards "Zi Gu", "Mr. Nanfeng, there is someone impersonating your junior brother here!"

  "Oh?" The son of Zi Gong was not tall and was blocked from view, only his voice could be heard but he couldn't be seen.

  People hurriedly made way for him, hoping he would expose these few swindlers.

  Nà 'zi gù xiōng, hǎo róng yì jǐ jìn lái, yī kàn jiàn chén kè, biàn huān xǐ de yī bǎ bào zhù dào: "shī dì, zhème kuài jiù lái le?!"

  Really getting into the swing of things now, keep going, first pay off the debt...