At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

Although selling counterfeit goods is illegal and despicable, being able to use tin to imitate silver in this era is considered a rare talent.

"Madam, where did you buy this fake thing?" Ren Hao asked.

"What fake? This...how is this possible, husband, this...is obviously a silver bottle?" Su Wan'er took the silver bottle from Ren Hao's hand with a look of surprise.

No matter how she checked the silver bottle, even if she took a bite of it, the bottle body was hard and there were no teeth marks. It didn't look fake at all.

"Husband, this is the real thing!!!" Su Wan'er said with naivety and conviction.

"Then let me ask you, how much did you spend on this silver bottle?"

Ren Hao looked the silver bottle up and down carefully.

Although this silver bottle is decorated with patterns, the workmanship is extremely crude, as it was made by pouring molten tin into a mold and then directly pressing it into the mold.

"Ten taels of silver." Su Wan'er extended her index finger and clenched her fist.

Ten taels of silver?

Ren Hao was amused by his good wife, and secretly cursed the vendors selling fake goods for being so heartless.

This fake item was only worth fifty copper coins at most, yet he dared to sell it to his wife for ten taels of silver.

"My husband, did I find a treasure?"

Su Wan'er asked with a blink of her eyes, not feeling that she had been deceived at all.

"It's not you who found the treasure, it's me who found the treasure, I found a good woman like you." Ren Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Oh, really, my husband?" Su Wan'er was complacent, thinking that Ren Hao was praising her.

"Cooked." Ren Hao shook his head lovingly. Su Wan'er was the type of person who was so naive that she was sold out and still had to count money for others.

"Madam, where did you buy this silver bottle? Take me to find them." Ren Hao asked.

"In Nanmen City." After Su Wan'er said this, she took Ren Hao out.

The Nanmen urban area in the capital is the most prosperous trading area, but it is also the most chaotic place, with all kinds of people mixed in.

Here you can buy all kinds of exotic animals and birds, aquatic rice from ancient Wu, jade and ivory from the southern natives, colorful silk and satin from ancient Shu, as well as BMWs, beauties, fine wine, grapes, melons, and Hu utensils from the Western Regions.

The so-called Huqi is a general term for Hu chairs, Hu beds, and musical instruments.

There was constant hawking in the streets.

The most eye-catching among them are the beauties from the Western Regions who are proficient in playing all kinds of musical instruments and singing.

They all have fair skin, graceful figures, and big, bright eyes, attracting countless passers-by to stop and watch.

Even Ren Hao couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He didn't understand it before because he was living in the modern era, but now he finally understands why his ancestors were so obsessed with the Western Regions.

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"Husband, what are you looking at!!!" Su Wan'er pouted her lips, looking very jealous.

"Oh."

"I was watching the horses." Ren Hao turned around and argued.

"You're lying, you were obviously looking at them!!!" Su Wan'er pointed at those beauties from the Western Regions.

The way Ren Hao looked at them just now, he was so engrossed that his saliva was almost flowing out.

"My lady, you misunderstood. I was really looking at that horse." Ren Hao continued to argue, pointing to the jet-black horse next to him.

In order to make Su Wan'er believe it completely, he ran over to find the old man who was looking after the horses.

The old man was dressed like a Hu man, wrapped in a thick fur coat, and squatting on the ground, pretending to be asleep.

"Boss, how much does your dark horse cost?" Ren Hao asked casually.

"Seven thousand strings of cash." The old man opened his eyes slightly and said hoarsely.

"Depend on!!!"

"Why don't you go and rob it?" Ren Hao rolled his eyes at the old man.

He knew that the horse was a good one, but it shouldn't be worth 70,000 strings of cash, right?

What is the concept of seven thousand strings of cash?

One guan is equal to one tael of silver, and these seven thousand guan are seven thousand taels.

Is this horse inlaid with gold or diamonds? If you dare to ask for it, you will get seven thousand strings of cash.

Outrageous.

Ren Hao turned around and left. The old man didn't explain and closed his eyes and continued to doze off.

Ren Hao followed Su Wan'er all the way and finally came to the entrance of a remote alley.

Although this place is remote, it is not deserted at all.

The vendors here sell either bronze and silver utensils or some calligraphy, paintings and jade.

"Did you buy it here?" Ren Hao turned his head and asked.

"Well, is there something wrong?" Su Wan'er nodded.

"There are so many things wrong." Ren Hao shook his head. No wonder Su Wan'er was deceived.

The place where she buys things is called the ghost market.

The things sold here are both real and fake. Some are heirlooms from family or come from illegal sources. In short, the main goal is to make it difficult to tell the difference.

"Husband, that's where I bought my silver bottle." Su Wan'er pointed to the stall next to her.

Although the vendor is only in his early teens, his face has a maturity that does not match his age.

His stall was filled with various silver bottles, and there were many people around watching or picking up the silver bottles to study them.

The banner hanging next to the stall was also very interesting. It read: The boss ran away due to debt and is now selling his property just to redeem his sister-in-law.

No wonder Su Wan'er was fooled. It was all because of sympathy.

"Each piece of silverware is sold at a low price of ten taels. You'll make a profit if you buy it. You can resell it for more than one hundred taels!!!" The vendor kept shouting, and the onlookers on the side were hesitant whether to buy or not.

“Give me two!!!”

Finally, someone couldn't help picking up two silver dishes and threw twenty taels of silver to the vendor.

The vendor first tasted the silver, then looked at its quality, and finally weighed it on a scale.

Only after making sure that the quantity is sufficient will you accept the silver.

Seeing Su Wan'er coming again, the vendor immediately asked with a smile: "Madam, you are here again, did you sell the silver bottle for more than 100 taels?"

"No." Su Wan'er shook her head and pulled Ren Hao to her side and continued, "My husband said that the silver bottle you're selling is fake, so tell me, is it fake?"

Ren Hao was speechless. How could the anti-counterfeiting be so fake?

"fake?"

The guest who had just bought two silver dishes frowned immediately.

"Sir, don't listen to their nonsense. What I sell is absolutely real."

"If any of this is fake, I will be struck by lightning!!!" The vendor pointed his finger to the sky and swore a poisonous oath.

Seeing that he looked as if what he said was true, Ren Hao almost laughed to death.

When the guest saw that the peddler had sworn a solemn oath, he did not doubt it and left with the two silver dishes.

But before he left, he still threatened the vendor that if the two silver plates were fake and not worth more than 100 taels, he would report to the police and have him arrested.

"Don't worry, sir. They are definitely worth more than a hundred taels." The vendor bowed and sent the sir away. Then he immediately said to Ren Hao with a gloomy face, "Sir, what makes you say that the silver dishes I sell are fake?"