Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Hurry, hurry, move everything in! Don't even think about trying to slip through!"

"Hurry up, don't delay Dad's schedule!"

At the Fan family compound, the "adopted sons and daughters" below were carrying New Year's goods and continuously transporting them inside.

Those who stood with their hands on their hips and shouted were Fan Yong'an's servants.

They are naturally also part of the adopted sons and daughters.

But since you are much closer to him, you can naturally call him "Dad".

During the Ming Dynasty, it was forbidden to keep slaves, even if you were a scholar with official rank and title.

However, where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure; there's always more solution than problem.

Didn't you forbid me from bribing servants?

So, adopting godchildren shouldn't be against the rules, right?

They were called adopted sons and daughters, but in essence, they were just servants.

Slaves can be bought and sold, but adopted sons and daughters are naturally not allowed.

However, since godchildren cannot be bought or sold, they can be given away as gifts.

He gave the money to his adopted son, and in return, he gave him some silver. So, he didn't sell it after all!

"Father!" Upon seeing Fan Yong'an emerge, the head servant immediately stopped his work, looked up, and respectfully called out.

Fan Yong'an asked with a smile, "Is everything prepared?"

The servant said, "The firecrackers, lanterns, dried fruits, and candied fruits have all been delivered, along with several jars of high-quality rice wine and Shaoxing wine. The rest are still being moved."

"Very good," Fan Yong'an said, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "Go down."

"Yes!" the servant replied, then went back to his own business.

"This year is much more lively than in previous years!" Fan Yong'an said with a sigh, playing with the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

That's right, flour costs ten coins a pound.

What's the difference between this and giving it away for free?

With food to eat, the people of Chengcheng had something to look forward to and no longer worried about starving to death, so they naturally had a peaceful New Year.

And just as he expected, at this point in time, even if their wages were reduced, they all kept quiet and dared not speak.

After all, everyone knows that those people's flour will eventually sell out.

Before that day arrived, they wished they could store as much flour as possible at home.

That extra pound of flour would allow me to live a few more days.

All of it is pure white, it's all life!

The people of Chengcheng are happy.

Those businessmen were even happier.

To this day, the warehouse is filled with an unknown amount of flour!

This was still the Fan family buying grain from the common people, which caused a slight delay.

As for the other companies, they have even more than him!

Thinking of this, Fan Yong'an couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Although he has already made a lot of money, human desires are endless.

"If we hadn't gotten involved with those cultists back then, my Fan family could have made even more money!" Fan Yong'an clenched his fist and sneered, "The direct descendants are more trouble than they're worth!"

But he had no choice but to obey his orders!

Looking back, I realize how much effort I put in and how much backstabbing and suppression I endured to climb to this position.

Ultimately, it can't compare to being born into a better family.

"Forget it, thinking about it more will only cause more trouble." Fan Yong'an said, his eyes flashing. "Anyway, we don't need to worry about these cult members. In the end, those other families will take care of it themselves!"

The worries are gone, and there are even unexpected gains.

How much money will we make selling these flours?

Thinking of this, Fan Yong'an felt a sense of comfort.

"grown ups!"

Just then, a voice came.

Fan Yong'an's trusted confidant, who was sent out to monitor the bandits' activities, has returned!

"So, what's the situation now?" Fan Yong'an asked with a smile. "Could it be that they've sold out of flour?"

"No, on the contrary, the supply of flour has actually increased during this period!" The confidant hesitated for a moment before saying, "And now, they're not just selling flour, they're also selling wool."

"Wool, huh? I bet some unlucky merchant got robbed again," Fan Yong'an chuckled. "They can't be selling their wool at rock-bottom prices, can they?"

"This..." the confidant stammered.

"Oh, really?" Fan Yong'an was a little surprised, but then he realized what was going on.

He was no longer surprised by the low intelligence of these cult members.

Great, they're sending them money again!

Fan Yong'an was somewhat tempted. After a moment's thought, he scoffed, "Then I'll take it. There's no reason not to accept silver that's being given away for free!"

We've met a truly kind person!

How much silver must we give him!

Grain will never have trouble selling.

So they buy as much flour as there is.

This wool probably won't sell well in Chengcheng.

But the price was so low it was practically free. At worst, they could smuggle it out in batches and sell it to other wealthy gentry and merchants in the city.

They can still make a fortune!

It's unclear why Wuzhen has never been able to eliminate this band of bandits.

However, bandits were very rare in the Chengcheng area; they had all been wiped out by the patrol officer Wu Zhen!

"My lord," the trusted aide whispered, "the warehouses in the East and West markets are already overflowing with flour, and the South market is half full. I'm afraid it won't be long before they're completely full!"

The warehouse is already full?

Have you already filled it with so much flour?

That's way too fast.

"Then rent some warehouses. Do I need to teach you that?" Fan Yong'an said solemnly.

The confidant said in a panic, "But they've all been rented out by other businesses and small vendors to stockpile flour! I can't find it!"

"They're all gone?" Fan Yong'an asked in astonishment, doubting whether he had misheard.

The confidant replied without hesitation, "It's gone, really gone."

Did these bandits plunder a city?

Why didn't I hear any rumors?

That doesn't make sense, there isn't that much flour in this whole city!

Fan Yong'an was completely baffled.

Forget it, why think about these things? It's not like he's the one who got robbed.

The more flour you have, the more money you'll have!

They'll eventually sell out.

"Then raise the price, double it, we'll find someone willing to pay," Fan Yong'an chuckled. "If all else fails, once the warehouse is full, we'll move the excess to my yard!"

This yard is many times larger than a warehouse.

I refuse to believe it; they can't possibly fill up my entire yard too!

"Understood, sir!" the confidant replied. "By the way, sir, those bandits are planning to organize refugees to dig sand. They say they plan to start building a road after the New Year, and the wages will be several times ours. Some of my men have already resigned and joined them."

The wages they received should be for buying flour.

I really can't understand what these bandits are trying to do.

This isn't how you win people's hearts; it's like children playing house.

"Road construction, huh!" Fan Yong'an said slowly. "Let them do what they want; they won't cause trouble for long."

Road construction is the most labor-intensive and costly project.

"Those who left, don't let them come back! My Fan family isn't a place where you can come and go as you please!" Fan Yong'an sneered.

Once these bandits leave, don't come begging to me!

"yes!"

Once his trusted confidant had left, Fan Yong'an closed his eyes happily and murmured, "This year, I've truly had a wonderful New Year!"

He couldn't wait to see the scene of being completely overwhelmed by the money after all the flour was sold.

"Hehehe!"