Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 29, Have I become a traitor?

With both red willow branches and lamb trotters, the Wanyan family are quite the connoisseurs. If they were to order some kidneys and a couple of cold noodles, that would be a complete meal.

I just don't know if Wanyan Xuejin and Wanyan Dayao are there.

Settling the bill with them went smoothly. Although Wanyan Hongliu was shocked by the price of the goods in the cart, she scolded the spendthrift brother and didn't make things too difficult for Lin Zhou, the peddler.

"But don't laugh there. If he comes to your place again, don't sell it to him, understand?"

"Okay, okay."

"That spendthrift son is utterly useless except for wasting money."

Although the complaints were few, Miss Hongliu's words revealed a significant portion of the lamb's hoof's status in the household. No wonder he was so eager to show off and make Lin Zhou bow down to him; the logic of his actions made sense.

It's true that you need to associate more with knowledgeable people. Lin Zhou would never have thought of this before, but now he understands it instantly.

"Thank you for today, kid. If Hongliu finds out that I gave that thing to Sister Qing, I'll definitely get a beating."

"Seriously? You're a grown man, and your sister's made you suffer like this? Don't you have any pride?"

Sheep Hoof rolled his eyes dramatically and took a deep breath: "How dare you, a lowly commoner, speak to me like that?"

"You deserve to die." Lin Zhou was too lazy to waste words with him and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." Yangti called out to him from behind, "I'll go to your shop tomorrow to get three more of those music boxes, but don't tell Hongliu."

"Okay." Lin Zhou gave him an OK sign. "You can go there tomorrow."

Yangti glanced at his gesture, then copied it: "What does this mean? You didn't secretly curse me out, did you?"

"This means 'okay, no problem,' it's a word to keep quiet."

"Oh, I see." Yangti quickly returned an OK sign: "See you tomorrow."

After bidding farewell to the strange golden siblings, Lin Zhou returned to the shop and calculated his net income, which was over a thousand strings of cash. No joke, this was much faster than robbery. No wonder Cao Wenda was always envious.

Although the ordinary people of Lin'an City did not live well, the high-ranking officials and nobles were really thriving. When they migrated south, they brought a lot of hot money with them, and any family they picked out could be described as extremely wealthy.

At its peak, the Jia family in Dream of the Red Chamber could only be considered middle class among wealthy families today. One can only imagine the extent of their wealth.

According to what Mr. Wang and Lin Zhou explained, the Song Dynasty is a controversial one. Everyone says it was chaotic, weak, and incompetent, but it lasted for more than 300 years, and when it fell, many people died for it. So, compared to other dynasties, the Song Dynasty was relatively good to its people.

The situation Lin Zhou witnessed would not have been a big deal in other historical dynasties. The main reason for the current situation was that after the Southern Song Dynasty lost the vast arable land in the Central Plains, it created a situation of too many monks and too little porridge. There were too many people and too little land, and resources were insufficient. In addition, the Southern Song Dynasty had only been in the south for a few years and had been fighting all along. This was the main reason for the suffering of the people.

But Lin Zhou didn't care about any of that. He had no knowledge or brains, so he just believed what he saw. What he saw was that rich people could spend hundreds or thousands of coins on junk, while poor people didn't even have a pair of shoes.

"Sir, you've made so much money today..."

Watching Lin Zhou frantically calculating the accounts on the abacus, Brother Ying, carrying a broom, came over and leaned over the counter to watch as well, asking, "How much is it?"

"Including the reward money, today's income is about two thousand three hundred strings of cash."

"Two thousand three..." Eagle Brother rolled his eyes and started calculating, then exclaimed, "That's enough to buy a thousand of me!"

"More than seven hundred," Lin Zhou corrected.

"That's a lot! More than seven hundred of me!" Eagle Brother immediately perked up: "Then can we eat roast lamb? I've never had roast lamb before."

Lin Zhou pulled out a few coins and handed them to her: "Go buy it yourself."

"Thank you, sir!" Eagle chuckled as he took the money and ran out.

Not long after, Cao Wenda walked in again, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother, congratulations."

"Congratulations? What congratulations?" Lin Zhou looked up, his face full of confusion, and asked, "Did the Emperor appoint me to an official position?"

"No, not at all... Oh dear, brother, don't even think about becoming an official anymore. Unless you get a degree, it'll be difficult."

Lin Zhou's eyes immediately dimmed, and he muttered, "Then what else is there to congratulate me on?"

"Hehe... Brother, you don't know this, but I had someone check. Do you know who that golden-haired young master who sent you to deliver goods today is?"

"Wanyan Yangti, what's up?"

"Heh heh!" Cao Wenda clapped his fan in his hand. "It's this Wanyan Yangti. Do you know who he is?"

Lin Zhou raised his head and hissed, "Brother Cao, do you want to hear what you're saying...?"

"Hahaha, he is Wanyan Zongbi's grandson."

This time, Lin Zhou looked up blankly again: "Who is Wanyan Zongbi?"

"Wuzhu".

"Oh!!!" Lin Zhou slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed excitedly, "Jin Wuzhu, who was utterly routed by Marshal Yue!"

Cao Wenda's face turned extremely ugly at that moment. Why? He was Qin Hui's henchman, a black glove. Although their ranks were worlds apart, everyone in his faction, from top to bottom, trembled at the mere mention of the name "Yue"...

"Brother Lin, that's the disgraced Yue Fei, don't mention him as a marshal anymore," Cao Wenda said through gritted teeth. "You've broken a taboo. I'm giving you some advice, you must listen."

Lin Zhou scoffed, his tone full of disdain, but he was also a shrewd man, so he stopped mentioning Marshal Yue and instead asked, "So what if Wanyan Yangti is his grandson?"

"Prince Rui, Wanyan Heng, is currently in Lin'an, and Wanyan Yangti is his son." Cao Wenda leaned closer and whispered, "I see you two are having a very pleasant conversation. You should try to get closer to him."

"Wouldn't that make me a traitor?"

"nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Wenda slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "You little wretch, you'll die a horrible death!"

Lin Zhou never expected that this smiling tiger-like figure would only react slightly to the words "Yue Fei," but would completely lose his mind and fly into a rage at the word "traitor."

It seems that these traitors all know they are traitors, and are extremely averse to the word.

However, Lin Zhou was clearly still of use, and Cao Wenda quickly calmed his anger. He took a deep breath and said, "In a few days, it will be Princess Rui's birthday. If you can handle things well..."

As he said this, his brow relaxed: "My master might be so pleased that he'll bestow upon you an official position."