Qing Dynasty: After Kangxi Kowloon heard my voice

Chapter 81 Start drawing the pie

Yinzhen had a very good reason, "It's enough to ask the Emperor for a little more. I can still make money." Thinking that the wife came with a dowry, it meant that he also had money.

"..." Wen Yao almost choked while eating dried apricots. She felt that Yin Yu just wanted to be a gigolo and he felt justified in doing so.

"There are many good things in the Emperor's private treasury. You should ask for more good things when the time comes. I have money, but we have few good things, and our children won't be able to share them in the future," Yinzhen thought this method was feasible, but it was a pity that he didn't ask for more at that time, so he urged his younger brother to ask for more and then take it from his tenth brother.

"Okay!" Yinzhen was even more excited with Yinzhen's support. He had long wanted to ask for things from the emperor's private treasury, but Yinzhen had always stopped him before. Now that Yinzhen supported him, he could ignore it.

[As expected of you two! No one can compare to you two in terms of tacit understanding and shamelessness.] Wen Yao thought it was pretty good, [although I also felt it was pretty good.]

Yinzhen couldn't help but raise his lips and raised his eyebrows to Yinzhen. How is your sister-in-law? She is my wife!

Yinzhen felt that he should also marry a wife who supported him. He couldn't marry someone like the prince's second and fourth sisters-in-law, who had a lot of rules. He also couldn't marry someone like the third sister-in-law, who couldn't keep any illegitimate sons and daughters in the backyard. However, someone like the eldest and eighth sisters-in-law would be okay.

But now he thinks that Jiu Sao is the best. She doesn't have to worry about anything and won't be plotted against. She can just think about eating, drinking and having fun every day. He wonders if Mongolian women are the same.

He knew from the beginning that he had to marry a Mongolian wife. This was something his aunt and mother had fought for him. Only in this way could he completely escape the vortex of the fight for the throne.

"You drew this pattern very well," Wen Yao had already picked up the pattern drawn by Yin? and examined it one by one. It was not a pattern with data, but just a simple general appearance. Each style was a fusion of bags from later generations and the aesthetics of the current Qing Dynasty.

Yin? looked very proud, "Isn't it? Of course my painting is good. This is my design. If I sell it, I can't sell it at a low price."

"No, some are priced low, and some are priced high," Wen Yao looked at Yinzhen, "When the time comes, we will first make a batch of exquisite bags with high prices, and let my eldest brother and the prince carry them."

Yinzhen's eyes lit up, "That's great, I'll give one to all the brothers. It would be great if the emperor could carry one too, but what a pity... However, with so many brothers, it's enough. Then I can ask the emperor and mother to carry bags suitable for women," Yinzhen looked at the pattern, which showed half of the bags were suitable for men and half were suitable for women.

"But will women carry these bags? Generally, wealthy families have servants around them, and these bags..." Yinzhen hesitated. Generally, bags are mostly carried by men, and they carry books and other things.

"Women don't have to carry the bag themselves, but can have their maids carry it. Such bags must be luxuriously designed and in limited quantities," Wen Yao reminded, "Sometimes buying something is not just about the item itself."

Yin? tugged at Yin'er and said, "For example, a bowl of noodles that costs thirty taels and is only for a few mouthfuls." Yin? immediately thought of an extremely expensive noodle dish in his ninth brother's restaurant. Even a prince like him thought it was expensive, but many people still bought it.

Because this was the noodle dish that the ninth brother tricked the emperor into going there once and eating there, and since then this noodle dish has always been the signature dish of the restaurant.

Wen Yao looked at Yinzhen, "A few mouthfuls of noodles for thirty taels? My Liren Pavilion's net profit for a month is only one hundred and fifty taels!"

Yinzhen looked at Wenyao, "One hundred and fifty taels? Then where are your snacks?"

"About 350 taels," Wen Yao thought for a moment, "Even if the most profitable restaurant is running smoothly, the net profit per month is only 650 taels."

"No one can make as much as I do," Yin thought about his own shop, "Baolai!" He called out to the outside, and Baolai came in. "My shop makes more than three hundred and fifty taels a month, right?"

"I made more than what I earned, but not the net profit," Baolai was very familiar with his master's shop, because he had to help him look after it, "My master has many shops, and the profit is not small every month, but if you look at the net profit of each shop alone, it's about two hundred taels on average. Although it's a lot, if you add in my expenses, I lose money every month!"

"Baolai, you've become annoying! I only asked you how much you earn! I never asked you how much you spend!" Yin? was originally happy, but suddenly, his face fell. He turned around and glared at his own Baolai, asking how could he be so annoying!

Baolai looked innocent and said, "Master, Ninth Prince knows your place very well. Last time, a grain shop turned profitable with the help of Ninth Prince." As for the situation here, Ninth Prince knows it better than you. If it weren't for Ninth Prince, you wouldn't be able to make any money here. It would be better for you to collect some rent!

"..." Yin felt that Baolai was annoying recently, and Lao Shi was trying to sabotage him, "Just wait, this time, my master and Jiu Sao will definitely make money!"

Looking down at those drawings, I felt a little confused. Can I really make money?

Wen Yao's eyes were filled with smiles, but out of consideration for Yinzhen's dignity, she did not laugh out loud. She looked at Yinzhen and said, "This shop should still be run by me and my tenth brother. Don't refuse me yet. Listen to me, although my tenth brother and I were suppressed when we returned home that day, if we open a shop together again, even if there is nothing wrong, some people will be jealous. I don't know what will be spread."

Yin? frowned, "My brother was confused that day." He did not say whether they dared to say such things. Yin? knew very well that villains were difficult to deal with. Those people really dared to do so!

"It was me who indulged you that day," Wen Yao smiled softly.

"Wen Yao indulged?"

"Did Sister-in-law Ninth indulge her?"

The two brothers asked at the same time.

Wen Yao nodded, "After all, the Eighth Prince incident had just happened. If I didn't do something to show how stupid I was, I don't know what rumors would be spread about me. When the Tenth Brother came, I thought it was just right. It was me who implicated the Tenth Brother."

Yin scratched his head, "Hehehe..."

It was too late for Yinzhen to stop it. Fu Jin was still a little naive. She should not apologize in front of her tenth brother. If she apologized, she would lose money!

Yin? stretched out his hand, "Sister-in-law, compensate me with silver!" Looking at the shocked expression of his sister-in-law, he thought that it seemed that she had not given him any gifts when she got married, and there was no silver at all. It was all given by his brother!

It seems like he was the one who opened the shop!

Finally...why does it feel like Sister Jiu is getting something for nothing?

Yin Yang was very alert about the silver issue. "Sister-in-law Jiu, Xiao Shi is in such a bad situation. Sister-in-law Jiu actually took advantage of Xiao Shi. Your tenth brother was so naive to believe Sister-in-law Jiu at that time. No, Sister-in-law Jiu..."

He stretched out his hand pitifully and aggrievedly, and the chubby hand moved and continued to move in front of Wen Yao.

"Okay," Wen Yao said without any hesitation. Even Yinzhen was shocked. His wife should only take in and not give out. This was what she said herself. Could it be because his tenth brother was plump?

Otherwise he couldn't think of a reason!