Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

"Miss Rong is buying the manor?" Qin Ye looked at the guard kneeling before him, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had only been out for less than half a day when this news arrived.

The thought of her moving away soon... made him feel very uneasy.

But then he thought... buying the manor meant that she and her brother would be staying here for a while, which meant they were not leaving any time soon.

This was the closest to him.

"Go, get 600 taels from the housekeeper for Miss Rong..."

Upon hearing this, the guard’s head drooped even lower.

No one understood better than these guards serving in the mansion... there was simply no silver in the house.

It was mainly because the housekeeper worried about money every day; it was hard for them not to know even if they didn’t want to.

But how to tell the master about this?

If he returned and told the housekeeper such, and the housekeeper couldn’t produce the silver... wouldn’t that be embarrassing? It would be their master’s reputation at stake.

But he dared not mention this to the master.

Forget it, let the housekeeper worry about these things! He was just a minor guard.

Just as he was about to respond, the Think Tank, who was nearby, spoke up at the right moment, "Prince, it seems your mansion doesn’t even have one hundred taels of silver!"

Upon hearing this from the Think Tank, the kneeling guard bowed his head even lower.

Think Tank... you really are something.

Admirably so.

Qin Ye immediately glared at the Think Tank, his gaze sharp as an arrow, "How do you know?"

The Think Tank had been with him for more than a year or two; naturally, he was not afraid of the prince before him.

"Ten days ago, the army camp just withdrew one thousand taels from Housekeeper Qian for purchasing the soldiers’ food."

Having said this, he paused, "Not only that, the army camp’s supplies are nearly depleted, and we need... a substantial amount of silver."

In short, extremely impoverished.

As the weather grew colder each day, supply for the army camp needed to keep up.

Otherwise... that would be quite terrible.

Qin Ye’s face turned dark as ink, and the temperature within the entire tent dropped several degrees instantly.

Seeing their master like this, the Think Tank closed his mouth.

Though the future Princess was important, his master was extremely poor.

His master might be the poorest prince in history, but who else supported the entire army camp?

The Prince Qin Mansion in Beijing had already been emptied.

The only valuables left were those imperial gifts that couldn’t be sold.

Even items made of gold and silver had been melted down.

With this, if he wanted to please the future Princess, he might as well use his power to force the seller of the manor not to take silver and to give it for free. Anything else, just forget about it and sleep on it.

Qin Ye’s face grew darker and darker...

Then he took a deep breath.

He unfastened a token from his waist and spoke to the Think Tank, "Go to the Yang Family in Jiangnan... Tell them the Prince wants to borrow two hundred thousand taels."

The Yang Family was the richest family in Jiangnan, and their fortune was immense enough to rival nations.

Borrowing a hundred thousand taels for emergency use shouldn’t be a problem at all.

Upon hearing this, the Think Tank joyously took the token, "Is it two hundred thousand silver taels?"

With this two hundred thousand taels of silver, their army camp would not suffer this winter.

As long as the army’s morale was high, they could drive the barbarians out in the shortest time and make them truly submit.

Then... let the master return to Beijing to fight for that position.

If not, they might just have to fight their way back.

In this degenerate and chaotic nation, only someone like their master was suited for that position.

Moreover, if the master did not fight for that position, what awaited him was likely destruction.

Their master was a thorn in the side of many, someone those people could not rest easy until removed.

Considering this unexpected trap the master had fallen into... it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

They were withholding even military rations and pay, so by the end it wouldn’t just be the master who died, estimatedly, everyone in the entire camp would perish.

After all, the earth soldiers of this entire camp were only loyal to the master.

When Qin Ye heard him mention silver, he immediately glared at him, "Has your brain been frozen? I’m lowering myself to borrow, do you think I’d just borrow this much? Or are you saying that’s all my face is worth to you in your heart?"

The Think Tank’s expression faltered, and he awkwardly spoke up, "Master, are you trying to borrow two hundred thousand gold?"

Goodness gracious, two hundred thousand gold... Could Yang Jincai even lend that?

It was said that Yang Shoufu of Jiangnan was quite stingy.

Qin Ye responded with a cold laugh, "What do you think! Otherwise, why would I send you? Do you really think it’s to use talents for trivial matters?"

Think Tank: ...

Master, there’s no need to put your servant on such a high pedestal.

But, what you say is also true.

He was personally undertaking the task, and he was also carrying the master’s Token... If he traveled thousands of miles to borrow only two hundred thousand silver taels, that would indeed belittle his master’s reputation.

For him, it certainly would be using great talents for minor tasks.

Seeing him take the Token, Qin Ye said, "What are you still dawdling for? Why haven’t you left yet?"

Since he was going to borrow, then not even a moment could be wasted any longer.

He had to return before the severe cold set in, otherwise the entire camp just couldn’t hold out.

"Yes."

He immediately walked out...

"Just a moment," Qin Ye called after him, "Do you have any silver on you?"

The Think Tank’s face stiffened; how had he forgotten about that?

The journey to Jiangnan was a long one! The silver he had on him wouldn’t be enough.

Seeing his expression, Qin Ye immediately took out fifty taels from his chest.

"Spend it sparingly."

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Think Tank: ...

Master, you weren’t this stingy in the past.

Now, even fifty taels can make you this heartbroken.

If it weren’t for his own eyes, he might have thought the master had handed him fifty thousand taels!

"Yes." Being poor, he didn’t deserve to splurge, nor did he have the right to spend lavishly.

In a while, he might as well first head to the kitchen to get some buns to take with him.

Qin Ye watched the departing Think Tank, then withdrew his gaze.

He addressed the guard still kneeling on the ground, "You may go back now."

Seeing the master not mention the silver anymore, the guard knew there was no need to speak to Housekeeper Qian about it.

Thus, after responding, he quickly got up and left...

Now, it was only Qin Ye left in the tent, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Well, the money from the Manor couldn’t be given out.

After he accumulated some silver, he could start to repay what he owed her.

No matter how tough it got, she shouldn’t suffer.

No matter how poor, she shouldn’t be impoverished.

Moreover, just borrowing money wasn’t enough! He had to find a way to earn... Otherwise, it would only be a matter of time before they were in trouble again.

***

Rong Yan was unaware of the situation on Qin Ye’s side, she used the excuse of returning to the Manor and took a package of silver.

Inside, there was a total of one thousand taels.

Six hundred taels to buy the Manor, the rest of the silver, she planned to purchase necessities.

Such as food and so forth... Seeing how gaunt Li San’s family was, she guessed they didn’t eat much.

Since they were her people, she still had to arrange their basics of food, clothing, shelter, and transport.

Also, the things needed by her and Rong Jin.

Items like bedding... She didn’t like to use others’, so she also had to buy new ones.