"Since I'm here, it's necessary to pay a visit and get to know the talents of Da Qin."

Ying Ziye thought to himself, so he simply asked Jian Jiu and Yuan Tiangang to go to the nearby store to buy some gifts, and followed a few elegant middle-aged men in the front row.

As for Liu Ji, he had no intention of giving gifts at all, and the money had to be spent on the Eighth Young Master.

Lu Mansion!

A crowd gathered in front of the door, but the door was closed.

"When will we open for guests?"

"That's right, I've been waiting for so long."

"yes!"

The crowd was talking a lot, and the dignitaries also stayed outside the door.

Buzz!

At this moment, the door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a scribe's robe came out.

He cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry!"

"Lü Gong heard that there is still no decent school in Peixian County, so he is planning to open a private school in Peixian County."

"We recruit children from Peixian County to teach poetry and calligraphy, and personally teach everyone and solve their doubts!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience cheered.

"Very good!"

“When will it open?”

"It's really hard for people like Lu Gong to teach knowledge in person!"

The middle-aged scribe coughed lightly and said with a solemn expression, "But to open a private school, you need money."

"Although Mr. Lu doesn't like money, in order to organize a private school, he decided to use today's banquet to obtain charity."

"oh!"

"What's the meaning of this statement?"

Someone asked curiously.

At this time, Ying Ziye also came over with Hou Qing and others.

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand, and the porter came over holding a long roll of cloth.

There was a crash!

A seating map appears.

"This is the banquet seating distribution map. The price of each location is different. The closer to Lu Gong, the higher the price."

"As long as you pay the donation, you can attend the banquet."

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said: "This donation will also be engraved on the stone tablet and placed in front of the door. Mr. Lu will never be greedy for ink."

It turned out to be like this.

After hearing this, everyone also understood.

Mr. Lu's character is extremely good and trustworthy. Moreover, the donations raised will be made public, so there is no need to worry about being corrupted.

Immediately, the county magistrate took the lead in donating money and said: "I am close friends with Mr. Lu. He is planning to set up a private school. Why do I have to contribute, fifty gold!"

After the county magistrate finished speaking, a close relative stepped forward and took out twenty gold coins. He said apologetically: "I didn't bring that much money today. I will deliver the next thirty gold coins to my house."

"Can!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't care, after all, who carried so much money with him, and the other person was also a close friend of his father.

"I'll pay five thousand!"

"I'll give you ten gold!"

"I'll pay twenty gold!"

"I'll pay seven thousand six hundred dollars!"

Everyone donated money one after another and handed their money to the concierge who was collecting donations.

Of course, there are some people who don’t have enough money, so just keep that in mind.

Liu Ji groped his chin and looked at the money in his arms.

"No, that's reserved for Eighth Young Master!"

However, there were so many dignitaries here at this time, and everyone was donating money.

Although he had the nerve to lick his face and get in, he probably wouldn't be able to get in without donating money.

However……

"I'll give you ten thousand dollars!"

Liu Ji shouted loudly: "But I don't have that much money with me now. I'll come and give it to you tomorrow."

Ten thousand qian, that is, ten gold, is what an ordinary person needs for one or two years of living.

Although he had no money, he pretended to be rich first and then talked about it.

Hou Qing smiled slightly at this time and said: "I will pay you a hundred gold!"

The guard on the side came forward with a big cloth bag and poured pieces of orange gold gold onto the tray in the concierge's hand.

One hundred gold, that's one hundred thousand money.

This is not a small sum of money!

Immediately everyone present was stunned and looked over.

Call me boss!

"Hmph, what's that?"

Ying Gou snorted disdainfully and waved her hand: "I'll also pay you a hundred gold!"

Wow!

Everyone's eyes were straightened.

"Little girl, do you have that much money?"

They couldn't believe it.

Wow!

Upon seeing this, Yinggou took out a large cloth bag from the library behind him and poured pieces of gold onto the tray.

“Is it enough? If it’s not enough, add more!”

All the dignitaries said no more. Although they had money, they could not donate so much. Most of them were more than ten gold or more than ten thousand.

Jian Jiu walked out with a smile and said, "I don't have much money, so I will donate forty-five gold."

It only has less hardware than the county magistrate.

This ugly old man has so much money?!

Everyone looked at it with suspicion.

"One thousand gold, one million dollars!"

Ying Ziye stepped forward, folded his fan and shook it lightly, smiling lightly.

One thousand gold!

There was silence in front of the gate of Lu Mansion.

No matter they were dignitaries or scribes or businessmen, they all looked over.

It took a few breaths to calm down.

"What?!"

"One thousand gold, one million dollars!"

"Young Master, are you kidding me?"

"That's right, don't let the wind blow your tongue."

The scene was filled with excitement. Everyone looked at Ying Ziye with disbelief.

"Someone can pretend better than me!"

Liu Ji couldn't help but exclaimed.

He also looked suspicious, as the other party didn't have that much money after all.

The middle-aged scribe was startled and moved closer to Ying Ziye, guessing in his mind.
To be continued...