If the villagers were given a penny as profit, many people would be tempted to sell the gold.

If you can exchange for half a tael of gold in a day, you will have a net profit of five cents of silver. If you can exchange for one tael of gold, you will have a net profit of one penny of silver.

It's so exciting to have one turnover a day and make so much profit in one go.

In the Ming Dynasty, one pound was 600 grams, and the system was sixteen taels. One tael was about 37.5 grams. You could make up one tael of gold with just a few pieces of jewelry.

It’s really not that difficult for the salesman.

"Boss Bai, this is a good business, but we are operating on a small scale and have no capital."

"Yes, we have to exchange silver for gold, but we only have copper coins."

Boss Bai wiped his face depressedly. These people are really not smart enough and said: "Isn't your goods just money? You can use gold jewelry to buy your goods. Isn't this the same? They also have to use copper coins.

Came to buy it.”

"Yes, that's what it looks like."

"That's right, why didn't I think of that?"

"Oh, no wonder their business is so big. I am the life of the salesman. It's so irritating that people are so different from each other."

So countless salesmen rushed to rural villages and towns.

When they came back, they found that there was no need to go to Boss Bai to deliver the goods, because there were countless businessmen waiting to buy them at the city gate.

One price is higher than the other.

A few days later, they discovered to their heart's content that they could go to Xinghe Bank to deliver the goods themselves. There, they would actually be given eight more silver coins for one tael of gold.

As an arsonist, Yang Fan had no idea how big the trend he had caused would be.

A large amount of gold began to flow from the inland to these eight Xinghe Banks through merchants at all levels.

In ten days, the capital alone purchased one hundred tons of gold, a total of more than 2.66 million taels.

Yang Fan almost dropped his jaw in shock. He knew how corrupt officials in the Ming Dynasty were, but he didn't expect that they would hide so much gold in the capital.

Yang Fan is not afraid of the abundance of gold. There is no shortage of silver in modern society. China exports 10,000 tons of silver for industrial use every year. He can buy as much as he wants.

Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru were somewhat dissatisfied. They knew the virtues of civil servants very well. There were many civil servants who were tortured, forced to confess, and had their homes confiscated by Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru.

Xiao Niangpi saw that Yang Fan had such a love for gold and couldn't help but said: "Master, do you want to do a business without capital? There is a place where much more gold is hidden than here, but we can't

Let people know that this is what we did.”

Yang Fan couldn't react, and there was such a good thing.

Lin Yueru took a deep look at Tu Shanyue. Tu Shanyue was so devoted to the master that she dared to do this kind of desperate plan for him.

No wonder the master was so kind to her, and she could never compare to him.

If this matter is leaked, the civil servant group will go crazy, and the emperor will not be able to handle it.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't understand what was going on, Lin Yueru sighed, grabbed Yang Fan's hand, and wrote a few words on Yang Fan's palm with his green jade fingers.

Lin Yueru knew that if she married a chicken and followed the chicken, married a dog and followed the dog, it was no longer possible for her to stay out of the matter.

In this case, why let Tu Shanyue gain the master's favor by herself?

Besides, the civil servants made her adoptive father like a lost dog and fled to barbarian lands. How could he make them feel better?

Today I will use my husband's hands to give them a slap in the face.

Let them collectively feel the pain in their hearts and lungs.

Let them know that eunuchs are not easy to mess with. They know where they will be hit and it will hurt you the most.

Yang Fan felt that Lin Yueru's finger was writing six words.

"Zhangjiawan, Li Sancai"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth turned up. It was him. How could he forget about him? This old dog made a lot of money. Speaking of which, I admire him quite a lot. Most people can't make money as fast as him even if they use a rake.

Block. It was famous in the Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!