The Three Kingdoms: Home Travel

Just a few days later, Jiang Zhe's injuries were completely healed, which made Old Man Chen, who had come over, somewhat incredulous. Could it be that his father was wrong? How could this kid (not a derogatory term, but an ancient way of referring to young people) be so well in just a few days?

Xiu'er thanked Old Man Chen profusely, and Jiang Zhe also thanked him a few times out of courtesy. However, he felt disgusted by the prescription Old Man Chen had mentioned. Every time he drank it, his mouth was full of bitterness and he felt extremely uncomfortable. But seeing Xiu'er's worried expression, Jiang Zhe would always feel a surge of masculine pride, drink it all in one gulp, and then find a corner to slowly savor the "aftertaste".

Living together, living together...

Oh, what a sin!

Although Jiang Zhe always takes the initiative to stand by the side, doing this to a girl he's only known for a few days... isn't that a bit too wicked?

However, Jiang Zhe could sense that Xiu'er was getting nicer to him than ever, especially when it came to taking his medicine... oops, I mean, when he was eating...

Oh right! We're running low on food at home...

Jiang Zhe suddenly realized something extremely serious: food. No matter how bad the rice, of which he didn't know what kind, tasted, it was still food. What if even that was gone...?

According to Xiuer, this small bag of "rice" was borrowed from a wealthy family in the village. But this wealthy family is only relative. Jiang Zhe had been there and found that their living conditions were only slightly better than those of the poorest people. What a hassle!

"Ah Zhe, what are you thinking about?" Xiu'er came back from outside, washed her hands, and looked at Jiang Zhe sitting by the door.

"I'm thinking about making money!"

"Making money? Oh, is Ah Zhe looking for a job?" Xiu'er felt a little gratified. Ah Zhe had just recovered from his injury and wanted to find a job to supplement the family income. This kind of intention was rare. However, what could he do?

"Damn it, I studied computer science... In this day and age, let alone computers, there aren't even calculators. What am I going to do?" Jiang Zhe was worried. He did have work experience, but please, back then, all he had to do was sit in an office and type on a keyboard. Now... he couldn't even distinguish between different types of vegetables and would be laughed at by Xiu'er...

Oh my god...

Glass…right, don’t transmigrators usually make glass first? This glass…I know it’s made of sand, but…what kind of sand? It says it needs to be blown to make glassware, how do you blow it? With your mouth?

燥！

Looking at Jiang Zhe's expression, Xiu'er sighed inwardly. His intentions were good, but judging from his expression, he didn't know what kind of job he could find...

"Ah Zhe, take your time... don't rush..." Xiu'er lowered her head and looked at Jiang Zhe, but found that Jiang Zhe looked a little dazed when he looked up. She felt a little embarrassed but also a little proud.

"By the way, Xiu'er just heard Old Man Chen say that there are outsiders in the village with chickens. Zhe, would you like to come with me?"

Xiuer's intention was to encourage A Zhe to go out for a walk and not always sit to the side, lost in thought...

"Chicken?" Jiang Zhe frowned. "You mean eggs? Do you have eggs at home?"

When Jiang Zhe mentioned "your home," Xiu'er pouted, her expression clearly showing some anger.

"Ahem... I mean, do you mean we raise chickens at home?" Seeing Xiu'er's expression, Jiang Zhe immediately forgot about "finding a job" and quickly apologized.

Xiuer rolled her eyes at Jiang Zhe, a hint of annoyance in her voice, and muttered, "Everyone in the village raises chickens. I was just worried about disturbing you, so I marked out a plot of land in the backyard... Didn't you hear the noise?"

"I have heard of it..." Jiang Zhe said somewhat awkwardly. He had seen chickens before, but they were already butchered and even placed on the table...

Seeing Jiang Zhe's embarrassment, Xiu'er seemed to understand. She shook her head with amusement, stood up, and said, "Will you come with me?"

"Sure!" Jiang Zhe said. It's so boring sitting here all the time. It would be great if we had a computer...

Extravagant hope...

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"Wow, there are so many people..." Jiang Zhe said, looking around as he walked.

"Of course, the harvest wasn't good today, but selling the chickens will keep us going for a while." Xiu'er looked at this man who seemed to know nothing.

"Hey, girl, who's he?" A burly man carrying a basket walked over. Jiang Zhe glanced at it; it was also filled with eggs...

"Brother Dazhu, you're here too? Didn't your wife come? He... he's my..." Xiu'er looked at Jiang Zhe, a little embarrassed.

"Oh..." Dazhu understood a little, and his gaze toward Jiang Zhe immediately became more friendly. He had thought Jiang Zhe was an outsider, but it turned out he was Xiu Yatou's husband... He would go back and talk to his wife about it.

"Huh?" Dazhu glanced at Xiuer's basket and said curiously, "Xiuer, these chickens... you've sold them all? Aren't you keeping any? I remember they were your favorite..."

"No... I've already saved some..." Xiu'er said, biting her lip.

Jiang Zhe glanced at Xiu'er. He had seen it clearly then: Xiu'er hadn't left a single egg. Did she like eggs? Why… Stupid! He was so stupid! All the family's money had gone to buy him medicine, and besides, they'd have to feed two people in the future… Wait… then… then wouldn't he be living off a woman? No, no…

"Let's go!" Xiu'er gave Jiang Zhe a push; it was their turn.

"Four coins for a chicken..." The egg collector glanced at the eggs in Xiu'er's basket, then looked at Xiu'er's face... This made Jiang Zhe a little unhappy, as if something that belonged to him had been stolen.

The middle-aged scholar next to the waiter looked Jiang Zhe up and down strangely.

"There are thirty-two chickens here... I counted them..." Xiu'er interjected as she saw the shopkeeper take the basket and count the eggs, but the shopkeeper counted them again and there were exactly thirty-two, which made Jiang Zhe even more annoyed.

"Four coins for one chicken... thirty-two chickens..." The waiter did the math on the rough paper on the table (heh heh, what can you do?).

"One hundred and twenty-eight coins..." Jiang Zhe said calmly.

The waiter looked up at Jiang Zhe, then at the middle-aged scholar beside him, "Yes... one hundred and twenty-eight coins..."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "This young lady's chickens look quite good; I'd be willing to buy them for five coins each..."

"You're the lady!" Jiang Zhe cursed inwardly, then said calmly, "That's one hundred and sixty coins... Thank you..."

The middle-aged scholar seemed somewhat surprised. He took the waiter's pen and calculated, and Jiang Zhe was clearly correct. His gaze towards Jiang Zhe immediately became even more ardent. "Then if I use six coins..."

"One hundred and ninety-two coins... Thank you..."

"..." The middle-aged scholar stared at Jiang Zhe for a long time, so much so that Xiu'er couldn't help but grab Jiang Zhe's arm. Jiang Zhe patted Xiu'er's hand and said with a faint smile, "Is that right?"

The middle-aged scholar put down his pen, bowed, and said, "My name is Sun Mao, courtesy name Xuanyang. May I ask your esteemed surname, sir?"

"Young man Jiang Zhe, courtesy name Shouyi..." Seeing him bow to him, Jiang Zhe had no choice but to return the bow in kind.

"Jiang Shouyi... a good name..." Sun Mao chuckled, rolling his eyes as he said, "Sir, your family is the last one. We just bought a total of 842 chickens, which we'll purchase at the market price of four coins. I'm willing to buy your chickens for nine coins. May I ask, sir, how many coins will I have to pay the village? How many coins will I have to pay you? And how many coins will I have to pay in total?"

"Pshaw! This is a primary school question!" After a moment's thought, Jiang Zhe gave the answer.

"Sir, you owe the village 3,368 coins and my family 288 coins, totaling 3,656 coins! Is that correct?"

"How could I be right...?" Sun Mao was dumbfounded. Without saying a word, he started doing calculations on the rough paper. After a full incense stick's time, he put down his pen, looked at Jiang Zhe, and sighed, "Sir, you are truly talented. I am no match for you..."

Xiuer covered her mouth, looking at Jiang Zhe in disbelief. Did this strange man of hers really have this ability? Nine coins... According to A-Zhe, that's two hundred and eighty-eight coins... Good heavens... I've never sold it for this price before... She stared at Jiang Zhe in a daze.

If I'd known they'd sell for so much, I should have kept two... one for Ah Zhe, and one for myself... Hehe... What a pity...

The villagers nearby stared at Jiang Zhe in shock. This pretty boy they had barely met was actually so capable...

"Is it really only nine coins for my family's chickens?" Xiu'er asked timidly.

"I always keep my word, Madam, please rest assured," Sun Mao said with a smile.

"Then..." Xiu'er gritted her teeth and said, "Can I take back two and only sell thirty?"

"This..." Sun Mao glanced at the strange woman, feeling puzzled. If he said this to other women, they would probably bring all the chickens in the house. But you, you brought back two more?

"Then we'll have to ask you to recalculate, sir..." Sun Mao looked at Jiang Zhe, still feeling somewhat unwilling.

"What's there to calculate? Two hundred and seventy coins." It's even simpler.

"..." Sun Mao stared at Jiang Zhe for a long time before finally giving up. He called over a waiter and said a few words to him. The waiter nodded.

The waiter took out 270 coins from the box at the back of the carriage and handed them to Xiu'er. Xiu'er wanted to count them, but then thought it would be very impolite, so she gave up and simply thanked Sun Mao.

Sun Mao nodded, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Jiang Zhe and asked, "May I ask where you hold your position, sir?"

"Are you going to find me a job?" Jiang Zhe was a little puzzled. Just as he was about to speak, Xiu'er interrupted, "My husband fell down the mountain a few days ago, and he's just recovered from his injuries today..."

Jiang Zhe stared at Xiu'er in a daze, which made Xiu'er blush.

"Husband..." Sun Mao glanced at Xiu'er, and was immediately struck by her appearance. He hadn't noticed her before; she didn't seem like one of those rustic village women. And this Jiang Zhe, Jiang Shouyi... what a talent...

"In that case, I have a favor to ask..." Sun Mao bowed and said, "My family would like to hire you as our accountant. I wonder if you would be willing..."

"My family?" Jiang Zhe turned his head, puzzled. "You want me to be your accountant? What does my family do?"

Cough… Sun Mao almost fainted. “My humble family name is just a humble way of referring to myself. Did you really think my master’s surname was ‘humble’?”

"My master's surname is Chen, and I am the Chen family's butler..."

"You should have said so earlier..." Jiang Zhe muttered awkwardly.

Seeing that Jiang Zhe was somewhat interested, Sun Mao pressed his advantage, "The monthly salary of an accountant is three strings of cash (I'll take one string as one thousand cash here), and the Chen family is willing to hire you for five strings of cash a month..."

A gasp rippled through the crowd; the simple villagers never imagined that this gentleman who came to buy chickens would be willing to pay five strings of cash to hire Xiu'er...

Especially Dazhu, who never expected that he had just felt sorry that Xiuya was with a thin man, but now he had changed his mind.

"Five strings of cash..." Jiang Zhe lowered his head and asked Xiu'er, "Xiu'er, how much is five strings of cash?"

"..." Xiu'er blinked, a slight smile playing on her lips, and whispered, "Five thousand coins..."

"Four coins for one egg? That's 1,250 eggs?" Jiang Zhe muttered.

Sun Mao fell down, 1250 eggs... but he admired him even more, such a talent...

"May I ask if you, sir, are willing..." Sun Mao was somewhat anxious. If such a talented person were to fall into the hands of the Cao or Mi families, it would be disastrous. Out of his impatience, he added, "If you, sir, are not satisfied with the monthly salary, I am willing to inform the head of the family and give you a satisfactory answer..."

"Brother Xuanyang, you flatter me. Just call me Shouyi..." Jiang Zhe smiled.

Sun Mao breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Zhe's words meant he had agreed. He cupped his hands and said, "Then I will return first and come back to pick you up in a couple of days..."

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