Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 27, Huh? A golden man? Let's play around.

"Oh, young master, what would you like to order? Feel free to browse."

This was actually the first time Lin Zhou had ever seen a Jin person. After all, he had always been a small vendor selling instant noodles outside the city, and he had never encountered anyone of this stature before.

In movies and TV series, the Jurchens look like savages, but when you actually see them, you'll find that they're quite Sinicized, and it's almost impossible to tell whether they're Jurchens or Song people.

"What kind of shop is this? Why do you sell things so haphazardly?"

"Just a small general store." Lin Zhou chuckled from the back, his face full of obsequious flattery. "What would you like, sir?"

"Don't bother me, I'll take a look myself."

Upon getting closer, Lin Zhou found that this young man looked quite convincing. He had shaved his beard, suggesting his father was still alive, and he was wearing fine silk clothes. The craftsmanship appeared to be from the north, but the workmanship was excellent, and the clothes must be quite valuable.

This young master was clearly worldly-wise; he wasn't attracted to the floral water or preserved plums, but rather to the fragrant, round, and adorable bars of soap.

"What's this? Something to eat?"

He asked this mainly because Eagle, who was standing next to him, was chewing on a bar of soap with his back to Lin Zhou. However, he quickly realized that it wasn't edible, because Eagle was spitting out foam like a crab...

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..." Eagle spat out the soap in his mouth, then secretly put the rest into his pocket, and glanced back at Lin Zhou cautiously.

"Your tools don't seem very smart."

"Smart, very smart, just young and immature."

Lin Zhou quickly stepped forward. After all, Lao Cao was still there. If he found out that Ying Ge wasn't smart, he might replace her. And he couldn't handle a smarter replacement.

"Sir, this is called soap or bar soap. It's used for washing your hair, face, and clothes."

"Oh?"

The young master raised an eyebrow, picked up a bar of soap, and smelled it. He found it to have a pleasant, refreshing fragrance, far superior to the smell of pig pancreas soap or soapberry cake.

"Interesting." He nodded. "Give me ten yuan."

"Sir, this is expensive..."

"How expensive can it be?" The young master waved his hand. "Wrap it up!"

"One string of cash, one dollar."

"Are you out of your mind?!" the young master roared, his eyes wide. "You're selling this stuff to me for a single string of cash? Huh? Believe me or not, I'll tear down this lousy place of yours."

Lin Zhou chuckled and stepped forward: "Don't worry, sir, this is really the price. This is an import from overseas, containing over thirty kinds of herbal essences. It not only beautifies and nourishes the skin, but also treats itchy skin, leaving you with an indescribable fragrance after washing. How about this, young master, take one, and if you like it, you can come back to buy it from me, okay?"

"That's more like it." The young master calmed down a bit, picked up a pink soap he liked, and handed it to the servant next to him.

"And what is this?"

The young master picked up a music box and looked at the two little figures kissing on it, finding it quite novel and interesting.

"It's just a little toy." Lin Zhou chuckled as he stepped forward, took the item from his hand, and wound it up, making it click around a few times.

As the music box jingled, the two little figures on it started spinning and kissing, which coaxed the young master into becoming an embryo.

"This is good, this is good, how much does it cost?"

"Three strings of cash."

"Hiss... You're too ruthless, kid. You dare to ask for this price? Do you know that three strings of cash are enough to buy a young lady at a brokerage?"

Lin Zhou frowned slightly at the young master's words, but he still smiled and said, "Sir, look at the workmanship, look at the craftsmanship. This was made by a master craftsman. Look at the mirror on the back. It was made by pasting silver foil bit by bit. It takes several days and nights to make just one mirror."

He hadn't mentioned it until the young master noticed the shiny mirror behind the music box figurine.

Most mirrors nowadays are polished bronze mirrors, but even the smoothest bronze mirror is still bronze-yellow, never as radiant as this mirror. He examined it carefully.

With great interest, he said to Lin Zhou, "Now that you mention it, it's true. It seems this craftsman's skills are quite good. Three strings of cash it is, consider it a price for his craftsmanship."

"Brother..." Lin Zhou leaned forward and whispered, "If you give this to Sister Qing, she can hug you on the first day and kiss you on the second. Think about it, with your status, Sister Qing isn't some naive little brat. She must be knowledgeable. After seeing this, she'll naturally understand your good intentions."

"Eh...good, good, good!" The young master smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, his face full of wrinkles despite his young age. "Two more, please! I have plenty of sweethearts."

For modern people, Linzhou is just a standard five-dollar store, a little higher than a two-dollar store but a little lower than a ten-dollar store. But in the small world of the Song Dynasty, it's definitely a luxury toy store.

This young master didn't seem to be short of money. Although he was somewhat stingy, he certainly didn't hesitate to spend money on those he liked.

He bought about ten of those multi-functional military knives by himself, and he also bought a whole box of disposable lighters. The most outrageous thing was that he bought fifty of those unsharpened small steel knives, which were like handicrafts. If Lin Zhou hadn't provided such a large and complete selection of goods this time, he probably would have bought them all in one go.

The only problem is that this kid doesn't seem to care much about cleanliness. He has absolutely no interest in things like soap, shampoo, or floral water that can make him smell nice.

"Sir, aren't you going to buy some perfume or face cream for your sisters?"

"Her? She's not worthy!" The young master rolled his eyes when he heard the words "sister" and "brother." "Stop arguing and take the things to my mansion."

Lin Zhou glanced at Brother Ying and Old Cao standing next to him, then quickly grabbed some items that women liked from the shelf, including floral water, shampoo, soap, and sanitary napkins, and quietly stuffed them into the young master's "shopping cart".

"Brother Cao, I'll get back to work now."

"Go on, go on." Old Cao felt a pang of bitterness when he saw how much profit he made from selling goods and how he could even manage to coax this noble golden man into submission. But he couldn't say anything and just waved his hand, "I'm going back first too."

Lin Zhou quickly stepped forward, grabbed a bottle of floral water, and handed it to Old Cao: "It's for the kids to play with."

After saying that, he pushed the cart and followed behind the big boss of the Golden Man Group, starting to deliver goods for him.

"You said all these novelties of yours come from overseas? Which overseas?"

"The South China Sea is 16,000 li to the east."

"Sixteen thousand!? That's practically Guanyin Bodhisattva's territory! No wonder it's so expensive. Do you have any Buddha statues or anything like that? My mother's birthday is next month, and I'm planning to order a gold Buddha statue. Do you have any?"

"A golden Buddha is boring. How about I get you a crystal Buddha instead?"

"Really? How much?"

We'll see when the time comes.

Lin Zhou pushed the cart and chatted with the young man. To be honest, he really couldn't see any characteristics of the Jurchens in this man. His tone of voice was no different from that of the Song people.

However, upon closer examination of his behavior, one can glean some insight. After all, as Old Cao said, the Song people weren't in such a hurry to prove they were Han Chinese. This young master, on the other hand, was like a cow sitting on a heated brick bed, burning with fervor. He practically wanted to declare to the whole world that he was the true Han son, and everyone else was just a bunch of southern barbarians…