"The future books will be published in the bookstore designated by the wife? Madam, I am a little embarrassed about your conditions. I will not hide it from you. There is a contract with Qu Shanfang."

Yang Chengzu did not expect that Mrs. Qian had proposed such a condition that her future books would be published in the bookstore she designated. As for the royalties, Mrs. Qian had the final say. To be honest, Yang Chengzu now has to be considered a well-known writer in Anlu. He has also accumulated a high reputation at the Double Ninth Festival. The value of the script is rising all the way, and the cost of the copy has increased a lot compared to the time.

In the Ming Dynasty, the income of a writer was uncertain, but as long as he had a fame and a certain identity and was not eaten and accommodated by booksellers, the benefits of writing a work were quite considerable. In another time and space, the reason why Xu Zhonglin wrote "The Romance of the Gods" was that he could not get the dowry after his daughter got married. After the text was finished, the daughter could get married smoothly.

Cooperating with Mrs. Qian may not be a bad thing, but Qu Shanfang seems a little sorry. If Mrs. Qian offers a price but is not conscientious enough, wouldn't she lose? But the problem is that buying arms and training new troops are approved by the princess. In other words, the princess has mastered all this plan. If she goes back and tells the princess that the princess has messed up, it will be difficult to explain.

Mrs. Qian snorted, "Contract? What is that? In Anluzhou, no one wants to sue me. If he wants to sue, Mrs. I don't mind teaching him some principles of being a human being. This matter is decided. After the Chinese New Year, I have a question, and you can help me write the cost. The military affairs are covered by me, and it is guaranteed to be good. This business is about leaving Zhang Sizong. My wife has taken such a big risk for you. Do you still have to refuse these small conditions?"

After she said this, there was no room for Yang Chengzu to refuse. As for Qu Shanfang, I had to say sorry. This was the business environment of the Ming Dynasty. Everyone is not comparing who can do business, but who has a better way. Since there are not enough ways, it is natural to lose.

The imperial army conquered the south. As a grain-producing area, the court's military officials were mainly here to buy military rations. Zhang Sizong went to Anlu this time to think about Shangzhu, but on the other hand, he was also remotely controlling the military ration transactions in Huguang. Although the focus of the transaction was in Wuchang, if Zhang Sizong showed up in Wuchang, the Zhang family's manipulation of the price of grain would be too obvious. You should know that the price of the grain sold from him was far more expensive than the market price. If this matter was too big, the life of Jianchang Hou would not be easy.

As a local wealthy businessman, Mrs. Qian was the main force in sniping Zhang Sizong. Her food price was 20% lower than the price of selling food from Zhang Sizong. She also had her own way to ensure that the food could be sold to the army on time. With this, she also established a relationship with the army. Besides, after the Anlu Camp was established, a large number of weapons were also needed to arm the army. With this factor, it was not difficult for her to build a batch of weapons.

"Since that's the case, I have a requirement. The weapons in the royal palace must be better than those in the Anlu Camp. At the same time, there are a batch of stocked soft bows, light arrows, dull swords and rust guns in the royal palace. Can the lady think of a way to sell all these things to the Anlu Camp? Get all the strong bows, heavy arrows and exquisite weapons that should be armed to them to the royal palace?"

"A word is determined." After saying this, Mrs. Qian took the initiative to stretch out her slender jade hand. Her skin was white and smooth, her fingers were as slender as water onion, and there was no flaw on it. You could tell at a glance that the owner of the hand had never suffered from wind and sunshine, nor had he suffered any pain.

Yang Chengzu was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and hit the other person's hand in the air, feeling that the other person's hand: It was very cold.

When Yang Chengzu left, the tea-bearer lay down in Mrs. Qian's ear and said something. Mrs. Qian snorted, "Do you stare at me? Just as he pleases, I want to see what kind of storm he can cause."

In a mansion south of Anlu City, the person on the hospital bed coughed violently, and the maid who was serving him hurried over to pat him on the back.

"Bitch! A bitch who is unfaithful, I will definitely settle the account with you after I recover!" This wave of wailing circled in the spacious mansion, as if I wanted to rush all the way to the sky, echoing throughout Anlu. Unfortunately, it was finally blocked by the deep courtyard and the high-ranking households, and it was only around in this mansion, like a resentful spirit.

There were already shadows of refugees outside the palace. No matter how kind the princess was, she would not dare to open a porridge shop at this time, otherwise she would not be able to escape the charge of winning people's hearts. She could only take out a part of the grain and hand it over to the government, and the local officials were responsible for the relief. As for the final destination of these grains, only God knows.

But for refugees, the richest household in Anlu City was ultimately the Xingwang Mansion. He had no food in his stomach and naturally looked at the palace and was jealous. At some point, news of the palace sending steamed buns to save people began to spread among the refugees, and some said that the palace wanted to buy a girl. So the refugees began to wander around the palace, and some took the initiative to bring their daughters to survive.

When Yang Chengzu came back, he saw some people who were incomplete or old, who had kneeled down on the archway and began to cry and tell his pity. Everyone seemed to have many wrongs and grievances. If you ask in detail, it might involve many evil deeds of the government or the strange injustice of flying snow in June.

The guards at the door didn't know how to deal with this situation. When they saw Yang Chengzu come back, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "Yi Zheng, look, what's the best. The princess wanted to give them some dry food and let them go, but later he issued an order, saying that we would wait and talk about it. We couldn't say anything about them on the archway, but it didn't seem very good to see just here."

Yang Chengzu glanced a few times, turned to a soldier and said, "Go and get a whip, and ask the car to drive away the animal. Call Wang Tietou, Song Guoen and the others and ask them to bring a stick."

The whip was windy, like a dragon going out to sea, swinging sticks, like a tiger going down the mountain. Various instruments roared, making screams and begging for mercy among the refugees. Those incomplete movements were not happy, but when they saw a group of people coming out like wolves and tigers, they were scared to death, fleeing in panic, trampling on each other, and now they were injured more than they were beaten.

As for those old people, they did not enjoy any preferential treatment. When the smoke and dust dissipated, dozens of people were lying on the ground screaming, as if they were very hurt.

Several yamen runners with swords had already come to this side. Yang Chengzu handed the whip to Tietou and pressed the sword to greet the yamen runners.

The constable who led the lead was naturally not Liang Wei, but a man outside forty years. Yang Chengzu remembered seeing him, as if he was from Jingshan County Yamen, but he couldn't remember what he was called. The yamen runner knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Chengzu from afar, and then asked, "Yi Zheng, are you?"

"It's nothing. These people are blocking the palace and the impact is not good, so I just maintain order. If you yamen runners can maintain it, get all these people away. If order cannot be maintained, then we will use our methods to maintain it. If you stop it, then this matter is the affairs of the yamen. Can you express this attitude on behalf of the yamen?" Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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