Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

Chapter 144 It turns out he was the purchasing manager of the county magistrate's mansion.

Zhang Youtie looked in the direction of the voice, immediately stood up, clasped his hands in a salute to the person who had entered, and said...

"Manager Wang, it's been a long time since I've seen you. Are you out so early to do some shopping?"

"Hmm, it's been a long time. Are you still out selling shrimp?"

"No, I came here today to take care of some things with my older brother." Zhang Youtie pointed to the pork vendor standing next to him.

Manager Wang glanced at the pork dragon, nodded slightly, and then looked away. He then looked at Zhang Youtie and continued...

"Do you still have any shrimp at home? My master has been craving shrimp lately, but I've come here several times and haven't been able to find you." Manager Wang was initially very angry about not being able to find Zhang Youtie, but anger was useless. The inability to buy the ingredients the mistress of the manor needed was due to his own negligence in purchasing. He tried to inquire with the waiters at Zuixiaolou about the source of the shrimp, but the young waiters all said they didn't know.

His status as the master of the house prevented him from directly questioning Manager Liu, for fear of causing a misunderstanding. To ensure his mistress could enjoy the prawns she craved, he had to send people daily to the restaurant to buy cooked prawns to bring back for her. However, the price difference between cooked prawns at the restaurant and buying live prawns to cook himself was substantial. At this rate, the household's allocated purchasing funds would be exceeded. Asking his master for more money would not only be embarrassing, but if his master suspected him of embezzlement, it would be a serious matter.

After his anger subsided, he secretly regretted not remembering the address Zhang Youtie had given him when he came to his door.

Hearing the housekeeper ask this question, Zhang Youtie was a little unsure how to answer. He said that he could easily catch ten or so kilograms by simply scooping them up, but his family really didn't plan to sell any this year.

"How much does Steward Wang need?" Zhang Youtie asked.

"My family doesn't need much, three to five catties a day is enough."

"Manager Wang, my shrimp ponds have already been cleared, and the restaurant will no longer be supplying them after today. The last five catties of shrimp in my basket were specially brought by Brother Zhang." He then glanced at the pork roll next to him.

When Manager Wang heard that Zhang Youtie had five catties of shrimp in his basket, which he had brought for the pork seller, he immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the pork seller, saying, "I wonder if this brother could sell me some of the shrimp? I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

At first, when Zhang Youtie said the shrimp in the basket were bought by himself, Rou Long hadn't quite grasped what was going on. But now, seeing Manager Wang's demeanor, he understood perfectly. He quickly returned the courtesy, saying, "Manager Wang, you're too kind. May I ask how many pounds you need?"

"Brother Zhang, how many jin can you transfer to me?" Manager Wang asked, looking at the pork roll.

"This..." Pork Dragon said somewhat awkwardly, "My mother-in-law's birthday is tomorrow, and this is a gift I prepared for her."

When Manager Wang heard what Pork Dragon said, he gave up the idea of ​​getting everything from him. After all, celebrating his mother-in-law's birthday was a very important event in any family.

"I wonder if you could give it to me, Sanjin? I shouldn't be making such an unreasonable request, but my master has been unwell lately and has lost her appetite. Only prawns can get her to eat more." As he spoke, he actually bowed down to the pork dragon.

Pork Dragon wiped himself haphazardly with both hands and quickly grabbed Manager Wang's arm.

Manager Wang looked up at the pork dragon, only to see him frowning, his thick brows furrowed, thinking for a moment, then, as if having made up his mind, he spoke loudly.

"Alright, let's transfer everything to Steward Wang. Your master works tirelessly day and night for the peace and tranquility of our county. Compared to your health, this birthday celebration is insignificant. I'll think of some other ways to provide a birthday gift."

Hearing this, Steward Wang knew the other party had misunderstood, thinking his master was unwell. However, he couldn't casually discuss his mistress's condition with others, so he could only stammer...

"This...this...this might put Brother Zhang in a difficult position in front of your wife," Manager Wang said, somewhat surprised by his words.

"Oh, it's nothing. She'll just be angry for a few days and won't let me sleep on the bed. Do you think I'm afraid of her?" Pork Dragon said nonchalantly, looking completely unconcerned.

Although Steward Wang found his speech somewhat rough, he was genuinely sincere, and besides, he had solved his current problem. His impression of him improved considerably.

He paid the five catties of shrimp to Pork Dragon, and then bought four or five catties of pork from his butcher stall before leaving satisfied. However, before leaving, he made sure to find out Zhang Youtie's address.

After he walked away, Pork Dragon gave Zhang Youtie the money for the shrimp. Zhang Youtie was a little embarrassed.

"Brother, I'm so sorry. I originally intended to bring these few pounds of shrimp to the elderly folks, but I ended up selling them."

"Hey, what are you saying?" As he spoke, Pork Dragon stuffed the copper coin into Zhang Youtie's arms.

"Hurry up and take the money. I'm not stupid. Do you think I can't tell you're doing this for me?" After saying that, he looked in the direction of Steward Wang and said, "It's not an easy thing to be able to talk to the steward in the county magistrate's mansion."

Liu took Xia Yu to a fabric shop that was most popular with the people of the county. When they arrived, the shop was not yet open, and they waited outside for another fifteen minutes before they heard the sound of the door being removed.

The young shop assistant, his eyes still smeared with sleep, had just finished removing the door panels when a pretty woman arrived with a little girl of about eight or nine. He quickly greeted her.

"Sister-in-law, you've arrived so early. I wonder what age group you're making clothes for? Let me get them for you."

"Let me see if we have any new arrivals."

Liu walked around the shop and asked.