xymnovel Chapter 126 If you don't understand, you have to ask.
Chapter 126 If you don't understand, you have to ask.
Chapter 126 If you don't understand, you have to ask.
The two-day holiday is over, and it's time to return home.
Lin Zhou was currently covered in various professional-grade instruments. The big shot next to him leaned back and smiled, saying to him, "If we master the principles of time travel, wouldn't we be really awesome? I read a novel called 'Eight Billion Mad Dogs Rushing Out of Earth,' and I can't even imagine how awesome that would be."
"Stop with the nonsense, what about that number 88 from yesterday?" Lin Zhou sat in his pickup truck waiting for the countdown to end: "Next time you want to go, just use my card. I deposited some money into it last night."
"That's good—" The big boss coughed. "I haven't been there much before."
Are you married?
"No—wait, weren't we talking about the principles of time travel?"
Lin Zhou scoffed: "What do I know about the principles? You guys can just do your research and that's it. Are you trying to stop me from using your technology?"
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"It won't cause any delay."
"That settles it then." Lin Zhou glanced at the time and saw there were only three seconds left. He coolly waved to the big boss and said, "Let's go!"
The staff quickly moved to a safe distance of ten meters from Lin Zhou and gave him an OK sign.
With a buzzing, vibrating sound, all the indicator lights suddenly turned red. A tremendous pressure, as if a vacuum had been instantly ripped out, filled the entire temporary safe room. All the highly intelligent equipment overloaded and burned out; not a single piece remained intact.
They came down.
They quickly stepped forward to investigate, and the sect's prodigy, upon seeing all this, his brows twitched with excitement. He turned to the data team and asked, "Have you gotten the data yet?"
He gestured a "done" sign from a distance, then nodded with satisfaction: "Get to work!"
Meanwhile, Lin Zhou was slowly pulling his cart on the road to Lin'an City. This time, according to Li Han's arrangement, he did not bring any heavy goods, but instead brought a cart full of sanitary napkins and various pediatric medicines.
Bringing medicine is understandable. As for why he brought sanitary napkins, it was just something he mentioned casually, saying that the girls there have terrible periods and have to use those tattered rags all day, which is uncomfortable and unclean.
He wasn't someone who could accomplish great things, nor did he have the ability to do so, but he was also a meticulous person. In his life, there were two things he couldn't bear to see: children suffering and young girls enduring hardship.
When he entered the city, he was questioned because the sanitary napkins had been treated and wrapped in brown paper. When the soldiers tore open a bag to check, they were very curious about the function of the thing and ordered Lin Zhou to demonstrate it to them.
In the end, Lin Zhou could only demonstrate to them by talking and gesturing. After he finished speaking, one of the junior officers looked disgusted and wouldn't let Lin Zhou pass, insisting that his goods hadn't been reported and saying a lot of sarcastic things to mock Lin Zhou.
Was Old Man Lin the kind of person who could tolerate him? He went up to him, pointed his finger at his nose, and started cursing: "You act like you weren't born of a woman, you son of a bitch. If you say that again, I'll smash your head in."
Upon hearing this, the junior officer turned around, his eyes wide with anger: "You little brat, say that again!"
"I'm telling you, you're acting like you weren't born a woman." Lin Zhou wasn't backing down at all, and started shoving the other man in the face: "You say I didn't report my stuff? Fine, we'll follow the rules. We'll just wait and see how we get through customs. What the hell are you spouting with that bastard mouth of yours?"
The junior officer looked Lin Zhou up and down, his smile gradually turning sinister. He didn't recognize this guy who had been causing trouble in Lin'an City recently. He simply thought this peddler was so arrogant that he thought no one else existed. When had soldiers ever been insulted like this? So the junior officer waved his hand, and seven or eight people surrounded him.
Old Man Lin leaned back and spat on the ground: "What, you want to hit someone? Come on, come on, I'll stand here and let you hit me. If you kill me, you're awesome. If you don't kill me, let's see how you die."
The soldier wasn't intimidated and was about to get started when a carriage stopped beside them, and a chubby face was revealed through the curtain.
"What are you doing!"
The woman behind the curtain wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was dignified. However, because of her plump figure, she always had a look of sorrow on her face. But when she saw this scene of bullying and intimidation, she was also filled with righteous indignation.
Lin Zhou glanced back and saw that this was none other than Princess Fu Rui, who had previously organized a poetry competition that he and Yang Ti had ruined. This woman's appearance was so domineering that she was unforgettable.
After she stopped the soldiers, they recognized the royal carriage and obediently stepped aside. Princess Furui looked Lin Zhou up and down, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar but unable to recall where she had seen him before.
However, Lin Zhou was a grateful person, and bowed to the princess to express his gratitude: "Thank you very much, Princess Furui."
"Oh? You recognize me?" Princess Furui looked Lin Zhou up and down curiously. "Have we met before?"
"I've seen it before. I beat up all your guests at your poetry competition last time."
Upon hearing this, Princess Furui suddenly realized and slapped her forehead: "So it was you!"
After she finished speaking, her expression turned cold. She lowered the curtain, and then a voice inside said "Go," and the carriage rolled forward.
When the soldiers saw that this guy actually knew the princess, they naturally stopped making things difficult for him. They impatiently waved him away, telling him to get lost.
Lin Zhou naturally wouldn't waste any more words with them, but suddenly an idea struck him. He quickly caught up and shouted, "Princess Fu Rui, wait a moment!"
The chubby head quickly poked out of the small window: "What is it?"
"Let's make a deal," Lin Zhou said with a smile as he chased after them, dragging his cart. "I sell odds and ends, but business has been terrible lately. How about we team up, Princess, to sell some things?"
Lin Zhou was just a small-time vendor; his abilities were limited to that. The projects other people worked on, like steel mills and shipyards, were actually collaborations between his backers and the bigwigs here. He only earned brokerage fees; his real business was dealing in junk.
Well, those things, how should I put it, have been selling very poorly lately, which won't do. Although his income has been coming in and out for about 50,000 to 60,000 guan during this period, which is roughly the amount that most people can't earn in a lifetime, you have to know that he also has to spend money to operate here. For example, last time when Old Madam Li signed books, it looked like he earned 100,000 guan in one go, but actually not much of it ended up in his own pocket.
He took a portion of the dividends, then spent another portion on hiring girls to dance, followed by other miscellaneous expenses and purchasing some other items. In the end, he only had a few thousand strings of cash left, and there were still many places to spend money later on. Moreover, he probably still had to settle the more than one hundred orphans of Yue Family Army.
With the goods he brought from his side piling up, and all sorts of oddly shaped items filling the warehouse, he knew he couldn't afford to run out of money if he didn't find a market for them.
He was just pondering all the way here, thinking about whether he should expand his sales channels, and look—when people are lucky, they can find a gold nugget even when drinking cold water.
The plump Princess Fu Rui stopped the car and looked at Lin Zhou with some suspicion: "What kind of deal?"
In fact, life wasn't easy for the royal family these days, especially for princesses who weren't their biological children. Zhao Gou, that scoundrel, was a terrible person. Because his son had died and his daughter had been captured by the Jurchens, he looked down on his uncles and brothers who had children. The royal family's expenses had been reduced again and again over the years. Even for someone of the princess's rank, after deducting the expenses for maintaining a respectable household, they probably only had less than ten strings of cash left each month.
Even most members of the imperial family lived worse than wealthy merchants in the marketplace, and the Jin invasion wiped out 80-90% of the royal family. Whether this was truly the reason the Southern Song Dynasty could last for over a century, Lin Zhou didn't know, but it was probably related.
Their royal family was truly poor at the time, and poverty breeds change. So, the scholar-officials were offered high salaries to encourage integrity, while the royal family members were each looking for their own way out.
So when Lin Zhou made this request, Princess Furui was immediately intrigued. She looked around and saw a teahouse with banners hanging in the air. After calculating the price, she nodded: "How about we have some tea and chat together?"
"What kind of tea do you want?" Lin Zhou pointed, "Come to my shop to talk, we have Coke."
"Cola?"
"Uh, Coke."
Upon arriving at the store, before we even discussed anything, Princess Furui had already downed three bottles of Coke. Her naive and unworldly demeanor was quite unsettling.
"Princess, how long have you been hungry?"
"It's alright, but I can't bear to buy candy. My brother used to bring me candy, but these days he's been stuck in the palace because of a mistake, so I haven't been able to eat any."
"Your brother lives in the palace?" Lin Zhou scratched his head. "You're not the daughter of an official, are you?"
"Nonsense—the Emperor has no daughters. My brother is the Prince of Puan, and he has always been raised as the Emperor's adopted son. A few days ago, my brother returned to the palace to answer questions, but he made many mistakes and was punished by the Emperor to reflect on his actions in the palace."
Lin Zhou quickly searched through the information he had previously looked up, and vaguely remembered the keyword "Prince Pu'an". It seemed to appear quite frequently, but he couldn't recall it for the time being.
"What's your brother's name?"
"Zhao Yuan."
"Which '瑗'? How do you write that character?"
"My brother was originally named Zhao Bocong, but the government later changed his name to Zhao Yuan."
"Emperor Xiaozong of Song!" Lin Zhou slapped his thigh in realization. "That's your brother!"
Princess Furui leaned forward, squinting at Lin Zhou. After a long hesitation, she spoke, "Are you alright? My brother is only nineteen, and you've already given him a temple name? You have quite the nerve!"