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

"How could I not know whether it's true or not?" Ren Hao raised his eyebrows.

"Then tell me, why are these silver dishes I sell fake?"

"If you can prove that the silver plates I sell are fake, I am willing to pay you ten times the compensation. But if you cannot prove that they are fake, how about you pack up all my silver plates?" The peddler made the proposal confidently, and then picked up two silver plates and knocked them against each other, making a crisp tinkling sound.

In this day and age, to tell whether silver plates or silver coins are real or fake, one has to listen to the sound, look at the quality, and bite it.

It is because there are not many means of distinguishing, and the quality of silver and silver plates varies from place to place, which makes it easier to confuse them with tin.

"No problem." Ren Hao agreed readily, and then asked the vendor to pack up all the silver dishes.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Not only the vendors were confused, but even the guests who were watching the fun nearby were confused.

"It's nothing. I just accept the loss." Ren Hao chuckled and asked the vendor to quickly pack up all the silver dishes and follow him to his house to get the money.

Seeing Ren Hao admit defeat so readily, any normal vendor would be eager to follow and get the money.

But when the vendor saw this, he became alert.

As the saying goes, when something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Not only did he not pack up all the silver dishes, but he pretended to be admiring and said with a smile: "Master, since you admit defeat so readily, I won't pack up all these silver dishes and sell them to you. If you are kind enough, just buy two pieces to take care of my small business."

"Haha." Ren Hao smiled and stopped pretending.

He approached the vendor and lowered his voice, "I'm giving you all my face. If you don't want it, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Master, what do you mean by this?" The vendor's face darkened.

"What do you mean? You should know better than me what you used to imitate these silver dishes." Ren Hao lowered his voice and continued.

The peddler was already sweating profusely and his heart was pounding.

This time I met someone who knows what he is doing.

"Master, you are an expert. I am willing to give you all the money I earned today, and I only ask you to spare my life." The peddler handed the cloth bag full of silver to Ren Hao.

Ren Hao didn't answer it, but smiled and said, "Don't play any tricks on me, how can I not know what's on your mind?"

Street vendors selling fake goods like this always carry two cloth bags with them when they go out.

When they put the silver, it seemed that they put it into the cloth bag outside the clothes, but in fact they put it into the secret pocket inside the clothes.

The cloth bag outside the suit is filled with stones.

The purpose of this method is to avoid encountering an expert, so as to give the expert a cloth bag filled with stones so as to escape when the expert is not prepared.

Seeing that Ren Hao was not fooled at all, he had no choice but to give up and nodded: "Okay, I admit defeat today."

He packed up the silver dishes on the stall and returned home with Ren Hao and Su Wan'er.

Those guests who were watching the fun thought that Ren Hao was willing to admit defeat and let the vendor go home to get the money.

But only the hawker knew in his heart that he had met an expert.

If we go to the palace together, it's hard to predict whether we will live or die.

On the way back home, the peddler tried to find an opportunity to escape, but to no avail.

Ren Hao kept a close eye on him and couldn't find any chance for him.

After returning to the mansion, Su Wan'er saw that the peddler was about the same age as herself. Adding to the banner he had hung earlier, she asked with pity, "You don't look very old. What's your name? Do you have any relatives at home? Where was your sister-in-law sold to?"

"My name is Chen He. I have a brother at home, and my sister-in-law..." Seeing how naive Su Wan'er was, the vendor couldn't continue to make up a story and told her, "Madam, to be honest, the banners I hung were all fake."

"Ah? You're lying." Su Wan'er was shocked.

"Not only is the banner fake, but even the silver dishes are all fake." Chen He told the truth and then knelt on the ground awaiting his punishment.

"What? They're all fake!!!"

Zhang Kuai, who was playing with the silver dishes nearby, immediately stopped working.

He grabbed Chen He and glared at him, angrily scolding him: "You little boy, you dare to deceive my master and his wife at such a young age. I will definitely peel off your skin today!!!"

When Chen Er saw how ferocious and vicious Zhang Kuai was, he trembled so much that he felt like his legs were not his own.

Seeing that Chen Er was frightened by Zhang Kuai and wet his pants, Ren Hao immediately scolded him, "Zhang Kuai, don't be violent."

"Master, I was just trying to scare him. I didn't expect that he would be so easily frightened." Zhang Kuai quickly apologized with a smile and threw Chen He to the ground again.

Chen He sat on the ground and started crying, which made Zhang Kuai immediately unhappy and raised his big hand, threatening: "You, a fake seller, are crying out of grievance? Do you believe it or not, I will slap you to death?"

"It's true that I sold fake goods and cheated your wife, but...but I don't deserve to be skinned or slapped to death by you, right? What's more, I...I'm still a girl." Chen He rubbed his eyes aggrievedly, and his voice became softer.

Not only Zhang Kuai was confused, but even Ren Hao and Su Wan'er were confused.

Zhang Kuai had just raised his hand, but suddenly he was at a loss as to where to put it.

Su Wan'er came down from the table, came to Chen He and asked, "Since you are a girl, why do you pretend to be a boy?"

Chen He was wearing a grey gown and had cut all her hair off, leaving a bald head. Plus, her face looked old and old, which didn't match her age. No one would think of her as a girl.

"Madam, my brother and I have been around all kinds of people. If I hadn't pretended to be a boy, I probably wouldn't be alive today." Chen He sighed.

Seeing Chen He was so pitiful, Su Wan'er stood up and said to Ren Hao, "Husband, she is so pitiful, why don't you just forgive her."

"Madam, I didn't say I would punish her." Ren Hao said speechlessly.

"Since you don't want to punish her, why did you bring her back home?" Su Wan'er asked in confusion.

"I want to accept her and her brother as my disciples." Ren Hao expressed his intention.

After all, people who can refine tin in this era are rare talents.

"Chen He, are you willing to become my husband's disciple?" Su Wan'er asked softly.

But Chen He was not a fool, and immediately asked, "My brother makes imitation silver utensils for your husband, what benefits do we get?"

"This..." Su Wan'er immediately looked at Ren Hao.

Ren Hao immediately corrected him, "I asked you to join me not to make fakes for me, but to get you on the right track."

"As for the benefits, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. I will provide you with thirty taels of silver every month." Ren Hao continued.