Great Ming: I Lent Zhu Yuanzhang Thirty Million Taels for His Army

Daming, summer of the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu.

Inside a small tavern in Nanjing.

The young Liu Fei was being beaten mercilessly by his father.

"You little brat! Why on earth are you studying brewing? You wasted half of my twenty jin of rice wine, and after all that, you only managed to brew one jin!"

Dodging his father's blows, Liu Fei protested indignantly, "Old man, what do you know? Your twenty jin of wine could fetch at most four hundred coins. My one jin can sell for at least one tael of silver, maybe even more. How can you not do the math?"

Not wanting to hear another word from Liu Fei, his father swung his stick at him.

"What are you thinking? One tael of silver for a jin of wine? You think you've brewed some heavenly nectar?"

"Besides, who can afford wine that costs a tael of silver? Who'd want to buy it?"

Seeing his father still wasn't satisfied, Liu Fei simply stopped dodging and sat on the stone block by the door, waiting for his father to vent his anger.

"Smack, smack..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.