"The White-Headed Taixuan Sutra, the White-Headed Taixuan Sutra... The White-Headed Taixuan Sutra..."

"Where are you mumbling?"

In the evening, Zixuan, who had just broken up from the downstairs, heard Lan Li keep chanting in the room and asked.

"Nothing, um... I'm just thinking about the mural in the fairy pond."

While speaking, Zi Xuan stuffed oranges into her mouth.

In an instant, Lan Li's face turned bitter.

"Well...so sour."

“Some of them are good to eat.”

After peeling off all the orange skin, Zixuan held the fruit plate, leaned back, and fell into Lan Li's arms.

"Husband, I tell you, the fruits on Xiake Island are very expensive."

"Um?"

"Oranges that cost only two cents in Xiangyang, but when they arrived here, they were sold for one or eighty cents.

I said that the store made money from bad luck, but the store was not happy, and said that it would not sell it to me.

In the end, I asked Xiao Guo to buy it for me..."

Zixuan muttered about the trivial things that happened today, and Lan Li was speechless when she heard it.

"One qian 80 cents?

What is the pricing method?

When will you care about this?"

As he said that, Renli snatched one from her.

In exchange for Zi Xuan's big roll of eyes:

"People are thinking that one tael of silver is ten coins, and one tael of silver is used as a hundred coins.

That one minus 080 cents is 180 cents...

After a while, the price has increased by hundreds of times... This money is really easy to make!"

"What are you thinking?"

Seeing that Zixuan seemed to be in business, Lan Li chuckled at her:

"There is no orange on this Xiake Island.

Want to eat.

You have to transport it from the mainland, which is three days away from Xiake Island, by merchant ship.

The island guarantees that oranges must be fresh after being shipped to Xiake Island.

Taking the current industrial system of the Southern Song Dynasty.

How much loss does it take to travel the sea?

Is it expensive to increase by a hundred times?"

"It's expensive! Xiao Guo and the others are usually reluctant to eat!"

Zixuan stared at her.

Lan Li was speechless when she heard this:

"I'm willing to give up on you or not...

OK, OK.

It's very expensive.

It is estimated that only rich people on this island can afford it.

But then again, it’s great. If it weren’t for the money being idle, who would have spent a hundred times the price to eat these sour oranges?”

Zi Xuan's words diverted her thoughts.

Lan Li's nerves, which had been tense since he came back from the Tianshu Fairy Pool, also relaxed a little.

Existence is inevitable.

Since Xiake Island can form such high prices today, it naturally has its own reasons.

Thinking of this, Renli turned his head.

Seeing Zixuan frowning sorely, she couldn't stop stuffing oranges into her mouth, he asked with more sexual interest:

"What's wrong with you today? I remember you didn't like to eat sourness before?"

"Hmm? Is there?"

Zixuan blinked, lowered her head and looked at the fruit plate in her hand, and said with a look in her eyes:

"I...I...I am, I only realized it was sour after buying it.

It's so expensive, I... can't bear to throw it away..."

Speaking of this, Zixuan nodded with certainty.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Lanli: "..."

The topic between the two seems to be endless.

After Zixuan wiped out the four sour oranges, the girl suddenly seemed to have thought of something, put the fruit plate next to her, grabbed Lan Li's arm and began to shake:

"Husband, do you know that the young masters on this island only cost ten taels of silver a month!"

"Hmm...hmm? Ten taels?"

Lan Li glared at the sight of the words.

It shouldn't be two cents of silver? Why did it increase fifty times?

"Yes, yes, you think it's rare, right?"

Seeing that Lan Li seemed to understand her words, Zixuan continued with a smile:

"You see, is this good? When we leave, we will take them all away and let them go..."

"You wait for me."

Seeing Zixuan talking nonstop, Lan Li quickly reached out to stop her:

"The one who runs the inn, ten taels of silver a month is already a sky-high price.

Do you know the monthly fee of the waiter in the full moon building that our home opens in Xiangyang?”

"Uh... how much?"

"Two taels and eight cents!"

"So little?"

"It's still a little bit? That's the most paid waiter in Xiangyang, right?"

While speaking, Lan Li looked at Zi Xuan's incredible eyes and couldn't help but reach out and patted her forehead.

"What is the concept of two or eight coins?"

"A box of rouge?"

"Uh...you still use rouge?"

"......Lanley! What do you mean!"

Lanli: "..."

After breathing a long sigh, Lan Li looked desperate on her face:

"Tell me this to you.

In the palace, the low-level concubines of the former emperor Zhao Yi paid about one or two liang to two liang of money every month.

And when it comes to the level of nobles and noble concubines.

Twelve... This metaphor is wrong!

To put it this way, the official constable is a monthly salary of eight cents of silver per month.

When you reach the official ninth rank, you only have one or five cents per month!

With this money, people can live a very comfortable life for the whole family.

In this way, in Tongfu Inn, people earn ten taels of silver a month, do you still think it’s less?”

He Zixuan, who was very fond of his heart, popularized the prices of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Lan Li felt so disappointed.

Should most beautiful women be insulated from mathematics?
To be continued...