Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

"Watch out, or you'll be blinded by the light." With that, Chu Chen pulled the glass out of his pocket.

The guy's eyes widened when he saw it; this thing was priceless.

It seems that only the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital can afford to play with this thing.

Then he looked at the ragged boy in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He asked suspiciously, "Kid, which wealthy family did you steal it from? Tell me honestly."

"Go to hell, I can't talk to you, call your boss out here." Chu Chen said fiercely to the waiter in front of him.

Actually, the guy wasn't sure either. Judging from the young man's aura, could he be some rich young master pretending to be weak while actually being strong?

So he said, "Wait a moment."

He ran towards the back room.

A moment later, the waiter's voice came from inside: "Young master, our manager invites you in to talk."

Chu Chen, looking every bit the spoiled brat, strode inside.

The interior was luxuriously and elegantly decorated. A middle-aged man was drinking tea when he saw Chu Chen, dressed in tattered clothes, enter.

He immediately stood up and said, "Young master, please sit down and rest for a moment."

Chu Chen smiled at the shopkeeper, plopped down on the floor, and then casually tossed the glass onto the tea table with a thud.

The shopkeeper was so startled that his hand holding the teacup trembled, spilling tea onto his hand and making him shiver.

"My little darling, please don't break it," the shopkeeper said with a pained expression.

What a joke! Tempered glass cups break so easily; you can control the force perfectly.

Judging from the shopkeeper's expression, this thing is probably very valuable.

The shopkeeper, now recovered, picked up the glass and gently examined it.

"May I ask, sir, would you prefer to pawn the item alive or dead?"

"Deadly, the kind of dead beyond any doubt."

"Hurry up, it was hard to get this out of the house. If I hadn't had bad luck these past few days, I wouldn't be selling this thing."

Upon hearing Chu Chen's words, the shopkeeper immediately beamed with joy.

The guy in front of me must be a spendthrift who lost at gambling and stole some glass from home, disguised himself, and came here to cash out.

"Young master, to be honest, this glass cup is not easy to sell. If you need it in a hurry, this is the price I can offer you."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he held up five fingers.

"Five thousand taels, deal." Chu Chen said generously.

"Young master, please stop joking. Five hundred taels, fixed price." The shopkeeper thought to himself that this kid was not only wasteful, but also only knew how to waste money.

Five hundred taels. In this world, one tael of silver is equal to 1000 copper coins, so five hundred taels is five hundred thousand copper coins. Rice costs five copper coins per liter, which means this broken cup can buy 10 liters of rice.

Not bad, worth it...

(Shopkeeper: Who told you rice is only five coins a liter?)

"Shopkeeper, don't try to fool me. The price is eight hundred taels. If I weren't in a hurry to recoup my losses, I really wouldn't be willing to spend that much."

Looks like this kid isn't stupid; he knows how to bargain.

So the two went back and forth and finally settled on a deal for six hundred taels of silver.

After signing and sealing the document, Chu Chen struggled to carry the six hundred taels of silver and walked out of the pawnshop.

Chu Dazhuang, who was waiting outside, was getting impatient and was thinking of rushing in to see what was going on when he saw Chu Chen come out carrying a large bag of things.

"You've been in there for so long, I thought you went gambling again," Chu Dazhuang said.

"Second Uncle, this isn't a casino. Can't you read?"

Chu Chen asked, puzzled.

"Have you lost your mind? Our family has a long history of illiteracy, except for your father and you, who are the only two literate people."

Okay, how could I have forgotten about that?

He then handed the silver to his second uncle, saying, "It's too heavy, second uncle. You carry it."

"What is this?" Chu Dazhuang said as he took the bag.

When I opened it, I was so shocked that I almost fell to the ground. Inside, it was full of gleaming silver.

He had never seen so much money in his life. He quickly closed the bag and looked around warily.

"Nephew, where did you get so much money?"

Chu Dazhuang asked in a panic.

"Um, I had a dream last night. I dreamt of an old man with a white beard. He taught me a lot of magic. I cured the owner of the shop of many years of illness, and this was the reward he gave me."

Chu Dazhuang stared at his nephew in disbelief.

Could this white-bearded old man be a reincarnated immortal?

Heaven blesses my Chu family! A disciple of an immortal has actually appeared.

Just as he was about to kneel down towards the sky, Chu Chen grabbed him and said, "Second Uncle, that white-bearded old man told me not to make a fuss, or he would take back my magic."

Chu Dazhuang immediately trembled in fright. Luckily, he didn't shout, or he would be in big trouble if the gods found out.

"Nephew, where are we going now?" Chu Dazhuang asked, clutching the silver.

Looking at his second uncle, who was acting suspiciously, Chu Chen was deeply moved.

In his memory, after his father died, this rough-looking man in front of him had helped him a lot.

He would occasionally send her some millet, and he would never refuse her requests to borrow money, as long as he had the funds.

Her second aunt never looked down on her because of these things. On the contrary, she would often take Li Qinglian around to find work, thinking of earning more money to supplement the family income.

So he turned to Chu Dazhuang and asked, "Second Uncle, do you know how to drive a carriage?"

"Yes, I can do it. What's there to not know? In the army, I was in charge of transporting supplies," Chu Dazhuang said with pride.

"Okay, let's go buy a car."

"What the heck, buying a car..." Chu Dazhuang's eyes widened. Oh no, this kid is going to squander money again.

After asking around, Chu Chen led the two to the carriage shop.

Inside the carriage yard, rows of fine horses were grazing on their own.

Chu Chen walked over and touched this horse, then looked at that one.

A servant boy ran up to him: "Young master, do you wish to buy a horse?"

"That's right, I'd recommend him." Chu Chen was surprised to find that this person didn't judge a book by its cover.

"Sir, come and see our prized horse, a true gem from beyond the Great Wall. It can travel a thousand miles a day without any problem. For just one hundred taels, you can take it home."

Chu Chen was completely dumbfounded. Holy crap, this is so expensive! Is it an ancient Rolls-Royce?

He couldn't help but look at Chu Dazhuang. Chu Dazhuang was a grain transport soldier, so he should know about this.

"Second Uncle, I don't understand this thing, you go ahead."

Chu Dazhuang looked at Chu Chen and thought to himself, "Don't you know? Horses are strategic resources, and each one is incredibly expensive. What are you thinking, kid?"

So he said to the servant, "My nephew doesn't understand. We're just traveling in and out of the city; we don't need those things."

The servant, with a knowing look on his face, led them to another shed.

In the end, Chu Dazhuang chose a mule, which cost a total of 30 taels of silver, including the cart harness.

Chu Chen shook his head at this: "Second Uncle, your perspective is too narrow."

However, I only needed it for the convenience of traveling back and forth, so I didn't say anything more.

This thing is sturdy and durable, just like a certain modern luxury car, it can carry a lot and run fast, which is not bad.

Chu Chen had no idea that even in Qingniu Town, this thing was something only wealthy families could afford.

A village is lucky if it has even one oxcart.

Chu Chen took out three large silver ingots and handed them to the servant.

They climbed onto the mule cart and headed towards the market, with Chu Dazhuang driving the cart ahead.

"Nephew, where are you going now?" Chu Dazhuang continued to ask.

"Consumption"

After saying that, Chu Chen urged his second uncle to walk forward.