Seeing Mr. Zhang sending away the fire sieve, Li Dongyang came to Mr. Zhang's RV with a belly full of doubts.

In order to cope with the arrival of winter, the careful butler Zhou has already laid a flue in the RV.

At the same time, in order to maintain humidity, Xiao Zhou’s housekeeper still uses a coal stove to boil water vapor into the flue to keep warm.

This made Mr. Zhang’s entire car room not only warm, but also not dry at all.

Seeing Mr. Zhang sitting on the couch with a smile, the old guy suddenly jumped around with a "rake" look.

Lao Li's eyes were so poisonous that it could be seen at a glance that the collapsed base was a whole piece of huanghuali.

If you want to make such a large amount of materials, you may not be able to do it until six hundred years old.

If you want to make this collapsed plate, you must then open it and leave it for a year and let it be damaged by wind and rain.

The material of the stored tree core can only be used for making plates.

Obviously, this collapse is made of this whole wood material, the bottom plate, the back plate and the two sides.

Needless to say, the carving work on the couch is "the great roc spread its wings and the beautiful mountains and rivers, hundreds of boats and thousands of sails are repeated carvings and embellishments of hundreds of pearls and jade rosewoods collapsed"...

But he was so extravagant that Old Li was trembling as he looked at him.

Just the seven golden pearls that are as big as thumbs, cleverly inlaid on it, how much money does it cost?!

Not to mention the bead embedded in the upper and lower heads of the middle, the one that looks colorful under the light, and looks like a bead embedded in the divine eyes.

Not to mention that bead is someone else, even Li Dongyang cannot tell where it is produced.

"This is the 'Bao Pearl', which was presented to Your Majesty by Mr. Hong from the North Guangdong Mergers Association. He was also given to You Majesty..."

Butler Xiao Zhou was such a awake person. He quickly bowed and explained to Li Dongyang in a low voice.

Yes, abalone also produces pearls.

However, the proportion of pearls produced by abalone is extremely low, about one in 250,000.

Moreover, it takes longer than mussels, and the pearls in the abalone's body can reach a certain thickness for at least ten years.

The pearls produced by abalone have their own characteristics, that is, they are full of light and colorful.

However, its shape is difficult to fix, and many of them are strange in shape. Most of them are shark teeth or stripes.

Or it may be too small and not shining enough. In later generations, even the size of a thumb cover, ordinary shiny abalone beads must start with a size of 100,000.

If you get to the quality of the inlay on Mr. Zhang’s couch now, you might have to go directly to the auction house.

The starting price is 200,000 yuan, and each lot is 20,000 yuan.

If the market is good, some designers want to win the prize with it, and it is not impossible to throw away two or three million to buy this bead.

In the Ming Dynasty, where production capacity and fishing capacity were lower than those of later generations, the value of such Baozhu was even more incalculable.

"Zhuangzi said, 'Life is limited, but knowledge is limited.' I have heard that there is pearl in the abalone at such age!"

Li Dongyang smiled bitterly and sighed: "The world is so great, I am trapped but not sure!"

He was inspired by his feelings, and the Ming Dynasty is now getting better and better.

However, he was becoming increasingly disagreeable. Under the intense changes, all his previous cognition seemed to be constantly overturned.

"The Book of Rites and Literature" says, 'It is easy to learn and be knowledgeable and give in, be good at doing good without being lazy. It is called a gentleman'..."

Mr. Zhang stood up with a smile and asked the old master to sit down and whisper: "Mr. Xiya is a true gentleman!"

Both sides sat down, Miaoan blinked his almond eyes and served the fragrant tea.

Then he obediently waited on the side and looked at the cabinet master curiously.

Li Dongyang, Li Ge Lao, is also said to be a child prodigy.

It is said that when he was four years old, he could write a calligraphy that was large in size. Daizong heard that he summoned the emperor to see him.

If you can write it, it is amazing.

Give money back and take care of it more.

"Mr. Xiya is probably not here to find a boy to drink tea?"

Everyone is sitting down, they are all scholars! Of course, they have to talk about the collection of classics, classics, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Let’s talk about the scenery outside the border, and then start to move on to the core topic.

After the greetings that should be exchanged, Mr. Zhang smiled and whispered to Li Dongyang: "Mr. Xiya, did you have some advice?"

"No, I came here to ask for advice..."

Li Dongyang shook his head and smiled bitterly. Seeing Mr. Zhang speaking out to be humble, he raised his hand to interrupt.

Then throw out your questions one by one, how can it make money in this war...!

And this is not just a temporary profit, but also a lot of benefits that will be brought in...

This battle is simply worth it. Just removing the Nine-End Countries is worth millions of taels per year!

The Nine Borders made the Ming Dynasty unable to sleep or eat, and this not only required a large amount of military pay to maintain every year.

It is necessary to calculate the losses caused by the Tatars knocking the gate, and to repair the city walls and build swords, guns and armor.

The silver that has to be burned, the silver that has been maintained and the silver that has been lost, is more than a million yuan?!

The state had to maintain the food and fodder from the nine borders and hoarded a large amount of it to go to the expedition.

All of this is money!

"Wars have always been rewarded, otherwise why did Taizu, a generation of genius, conquer the world by the former dynasty?!"

Mr. Zhang said, and couldn't help but sigh.

This old man is old and his inertial thinking makes him unable to get out of his circle.

Then he saw Yu Chihu walking to the window of the RV and opening the window.

The cold wind of "Hu~" poured in, blew his clothes and blew.

Miaoan quickly took the fox fur hanging on the side, rushed over to Mr. Zhang and put it on him.

"Donald Xiya, can you see the great many living beings outside?!"

The sunlight on the grassland did not tan Mr. Zhang, but his jade-like face shone with fluorescent light under ultraviolet rays.

"All living things are nothing but living..."

Wearing a fox fur, Mr. Zhang's voice seemed a little misty.

The strong wind slightly lifted his fox fur, and the warm winter day sprinkled on his face.

"The breeding will be bustling and busy for thousands of miles. After all, it's just a profit that goes from profit to profit..."

Li Dongyang stood by the window and silently looked at the busy people outside.

The grassland men, the elderly and women moved their grain, cloth, honeycomb coals at home with smiles.

There are also stoves, iron woks, and some people are carrying cattle and sheep to bargain with people from the farming association.

The Tatars were using half-baked Ming Mandarin, while the merchants wearing farming signs used half-baked Tatar language.

"Why do Tatars frequently knock on the door?! It's nothing more, just seeking to live."

Mr. Zhang turned around and looked at Li Dongyang and said softly: "Why did you come out of seclusion? Nothing else, just seeking survival for the people of our empire."

"The people seeking to survive are profits. Merchants seeking to make money are profits. The empire is stable, profits."

"Those who fight must benefit. If there is no profit, the country will decline..."
Chapter completed!