No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

Chapter 207: Hard to eat soft food

How much money the Eighth Master had was all the share given to him by the Imperial Household Department at the request of Emperor Kangxi.

With his wide circle of friends and generous and righteous nature, that little money was not enough for him to spend.

However, although his mother, Wei, was favored, she had no status and no family background, so she could not provide any help at all.

Therefore, among all the adults in the palace, he was the poorest...no doubt about it.

It was only after he married Guo Luoluo and had the support of her dowry that he was able to live a more prosperous life.

Guo Luoluo's parents are no longer with us, but as the only child of the princess and Guo Luoluo Mingshang, most of the family property became her dowry.

Moreover, she grew up in Prince An's mansion since she was a child. She has a lively personality and bright appearance, and is very much loved by Prince An.

In addition, since she was appointed to be the prince, Prince An's Mansion gave her a huge amount of money for her dowry.

Therefore, Guo Luoluo was probably the richest among all the princes' wives.

However, no matter how rich you are, it still hurts to spend so much.

She couldn't help but get irritated: "Master, if you go to fill this deficit yourself, that's not..."

Isn't that stupid?

After all, no matter whose fault it is, once it is reported, it will be handled impartially.

When the emperor makes his decision, I can approve some money to go out and make some purchases, and maybe I can even make some money.

Now, there is no benefit at all, but a huge loss.

The Eighth Master pursed his lips, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's my fault. I'll think of a solution..."

No, it sounds like she's unwilling to help.

Seeing him about to leave, Guo Luoluo quickly grabbed his wrist and said, "Master, I didn't say I wouldn't give you money. Please go to the accounting office and get it."

She took out a matching card, which was a famous restaurant in Beijing. This business alone was enough to support the entire mansion of the Eighth Master.

Forget it, forget it, I have to take care of my own man, I can’t lose face for him.

The Eighth Master hesitated for a moment before accepting the pair of cards and holding Guo Luoluo in his arms: "Yue'er, you are so kind."

"I borrowed these from you, and I will return them to you double in the future."

Guo Luoluo was kissed by him and listened to such sweet love words, even the most fickle-tempered person softened.

I could only say angrily, "You and I are one as husband and wife. Give it back to me as you please. What's mine is yours."

She didn't even care about this little bit of money. She just hoped that after suffering a big loss, the Eighth Master would change his temper.

The two of them spent a long time together, and Guo Luoluo fell asleep contentedly, with her hands folded on her abdomen, hoping that a small seed had been planted there.

The next morning, the Eighth Master went to Fuxingju to withdraw silver. When the accountant heard that he had to withdraw 50,000 taels of silver, his brows were furrowed so much that they could kill a mosquito.

He said tremblingly: "Eighth Prince, it is difficult to come up with such a large sum of money in such a short time."

Of course, their Fuxingju makes money, with a daily turnover of several thousand taels, but that money has to be reinvested into the operation.

Fifty thousand taels of silver was the profit for one quarter in previous years. Moreover, with a new competitor this year, the profit might be cut in half.

If this takes away all the profits for half a year, Fuxingju will be in trouble if anything unexpected happens next.

The Eighth Master was a little uncomfortable and asked, "Is there 50,000 taels in the account?"

"Yes," the accountant didn't dare to lie. After all, this son-in-law was not only a prince, but also deeply loved by the master.

The Eighth Master smiled brightly: "Then give me the money first. I have something important to do."

Oh, the accountant understood.

I have something important to do that requires money, so please put your matters off until later.

What else could he say?

After all, he had already taken the master's matching cards, and he would give the silver based on the matching cards.

The Eighth Master left with the fifty thousand taels of silver that the accountant had earned after running around for a long time. The accountant wiped the sweat off his forehead.

She ran to the shopkeeper and grumbled, "He's still a son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix. He's living off our master's dowry every day. He's living a life of luxury."

You said that this was clearly using the wife's dowry money, so how could they be so righteous?

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, "This is... eating soft rice with hard labor~"

The Eighth Master took the silver and walked with all his might to several ice cellars, only then did he solve part of his problem of edible ice.

Finally, he could cope for a while. He took a sip of iced plum juice and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ma Dajian, who was in charge of the ice cellar, almost knelt down in front of him: "Master Ba, thank you for your help, otherwise I would be dead."

The ice cellar was in good condition every year, so he didn't check it every day as per the rules.

But it just happened that something went wrong this year. The edible ice turned completely black and looked terrible.

You should know that the edible ice is transported from the mountains bit by bit by manpower in winter. It is clean water.

The ice used for cooling off is dug from the river, which is extremely dirty.

This food is gone, there is no replacement!

The Eighth Master had been busy for half a month and had blisters on his mouth. Only when he heard Ma Dajian call him "Master" did he feel relieved.

No matter what, this person is considered to be on his team.

He only bought a little this time, and he would need more ice later, but he had money in his hand, so of course he could still buy it.

Edible ice is not consumed as quickly as other ices, and those that do not meet the required grade are not eligible for use at all.

But what Mr. Ba didn't expect was that when he went to buy edible ice for the second time, several large ice cellars in Beijing had raised their prices at the same time.

At the current price, the purchasing power of the silver he has can only guarantee one month.

Then there was August and September, and the price almost tripled!

For the first time, a crack appeared on Mr. Ba's gentle face: "You are... raising the price!"

The ice cellar manager wiped the sweat off his face and said embarrassedly, "Oh, sir, please don't put such a big accusation on us."

"It's been incredibly hot this year, and many people are buying ice. As a result, we're running low on ice in our ice cellar."

"If I sell it all to you, people won't be able to buy edible ice and won't come back, and then regular ice will be hard to sell either."

"So we can only raise the price to ensure we don't lose money~"

Mr. Ba held back his breath and said, "I just don't believe that in such a big city like Beijing, you're the only ones selling ice cream?!"

He asked people around for a while and finally heard that a merchant whose ancestral home was in the south had stockpiled a lot of edible ice, intending to ship it to the south to make a fortune.

But something unexpected happened at home, and it was difficult to take Bing away, so he wanted to sell him.

Although the price is twice as expensive as in previous years, it is still more cost-effective than three times as expensive.

Seeing that the ice supply from the Ministry of Internal Affairs was running out, he had no choice but to spend all 50,000 taels of silver...

The Fourth Master handed a stack of banknotes to Lin Mingyan: "Cha Cha, this is what I earned for you, feel free to spend it~"