The vast horse team entered Shangjing, and the figures on the street hurriedly avoided, like separate water. After the team passed, they quickly returned to their previous appearance, and the pedestrians and people continued to do their own things.

Ten years of plunder, population and money became the basis for the establishment of the Khitan country. The conflict between Jin and Liang outside also made the Khitan fully prepared. Liang strong helped Jin; Jin strong helped Liang maintain this balance, while this emerging country seemed peaceful, vigorous, and had a faint momentum of prosperity and prosperity than the south that attacked each other.

The calligraphy, herbs, snacks, and rouge and satin are all gathered around the streets. The Khitan women who chose rouge have the luxurious dresses of southern women, and they are picking and selecting with maids and maids; the old wines in the wine shops are uncovered, and the clear water spoons scooped off by the shopkeeper, and the sweet fragrance is scented; the half-aged child chases and fights, holding a windmill and running around a crazy woman.

In the bustling and noisy market, there are also ragged homeless people who carry broken clay pots to pick up some of the residue that can fill their stomachs from the kitchen bucket in the restaurant, and squat to the dark corners; the disabled men or women who have no value are waiting against the wall for the cold of winter to take them out of the world, and occasionally a few coppers are thrown to them.

"Give them some leftovers from home and give them no clothes."

He said in a somewhat depressed voice, a chubby figure stood on the second floor, looking at the curled figures in the alley below, turned around and said to the servant beside him, then walked towards the side of the long street, looking at the crazy woman on the street, and couldn't help but sigh.

He has been here for nearly ten years. The people in the Khitan area were not as beautiful and peaceful as they imagined. The Han people finally got the first place here, and it was not an exaggeration to have a second place. The best life was to become officials, craftsmen, and ordinary people without craftsmanship either worked as slaves or laborers, and kept trimming houses, cities, and roads. Without any wages, it would be nice to have a full meal.

When Yelu Abaoji ascended the throne, it only improved in the past few months. The system of how to manage the Han people was gradually improved.

Step on...

The sound of horse hooves spread. As pedestrians on the street hide from both sides of the street, the Khitan soldiers moving forward stepped forward and dragged the woman into a nearby alley and slashed her.

The fat figure on the second floor watched this scene and sighed. It would be better to be killed, at least they would be frozen to death by winter.

He knew that woman. She was originally a good person and also a husband. They were loving, but unfortunately her husband was arrested to repair the city wall. After leaving, two Khitan soldiers broke into the house and locked the woman in the room and ruined her overnight. Later, she simply occupied the woman and continued until her husband came back.

After the man learned about this, the two Khitan soldiers had long been unknown where they went. He couldn't find who they were, so he ran to the government office to curse, and was then arrested and threw them into a prison. He died in prison before the next day.

The government then informed the woman to pull her husband's body back. Since then, she has been crazy. The sluts on the street often teases women, and take them to remote places to do something to bully people, and then give them some food to be eaten.

Now that he is dead, it is sometimes a blessing. At least Zhao Hongjun has seen many miserable people in nearly ten years.

"Let me find someone to slap the coffin, collect the corpse of the crazy woman in the alley, and bury her husband."

The confidant servant nodded and left. Zhao Hongjun watched his two subordinates run across the street and towards the alley before he turned around and went downstairs. The hall was noisy and noisy. Vendors and drinkers who came to Shangjing would come here, and when they saw fat figures downstairs, they would say hello.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, business is booming!"

"I don't believe it when they hear your daughter is out of the water. It's probably like you, just like you, as if you are pregnant for eight months!"

"Ha ha!"

Amid the burst of laughter, Zhao Hongjun was not angry. Yuanyuan smiled and bowed to them, and spat at the people who were making fun of him, "I will calculate the money for you later!"

This caused a burst of laughter again.

After Zhao Hongjun walked to the counter, he took out the account book to settle the accounts while fiddling the abacus. He stood on his head and a square-hole robe with black background and gold patterns. He dressed as a businessman. He came to Beijing for many years. When he came, he bought the building and changed it to a restaurant. He also gave him a name that was quite meaningful to him - a brothel.

The abacus of sex started, and Zhao Hongjun occasionally glanced at the guests entering the door, and the figures chatting and drinking around him seemed to be abacus. When the guests entering the door came over, they went straight to the back hall, and then he put down his pen and followed.

"Brother, where are you going to get rich?"

"south."

The simple cut was turned over, and the man stated that he was introduced by an acquaintance. He also took out a letter and handed it to Zhao Hongjun. The latter just glanced at it, nodded, called a sleepy guy at the door of the kitchen, walked to the backyard together, and arrived at a room in the side compartment. The guy took out a copper spoon and moved a bookcase away, revealing the dark room behind.

"Please, brother."

Zhao Hongjun raised his hand to the man. When he walked to the front, he took off the tray hanging on the wall, took the fire stick and opened it and blew it a few times. The sparks emerged and lit the oil lamp. The yellow light gradually filled the dark room. A long table in the middle piled up four treasures of the study, two bookshelves on the right wall, and rolled up paper on it. On the other two walls, several wooden boxes were piled up.

"My rule is to only collect gold and silver Yuantongbao. If there is a 'Long Live', it would be better. Of course, iron can be used, but the price is much lower than the first two."

"I have heard from an acquaintance that my master knows the rules." The man was also a Han Chinese. I thought he had done a job in a certain noble family, and his speech platform was quite stunning.

Zhao Hongjun took the paper, pen and ink, and the other party did not hesitate, so he wrote down his master's name and address on it.

"At the end of this month, at the third hour of the Hai hour, I sent someone to the palace. The things were not stopped in the city. I should pull out Shangjing and head straight to the Han area. I just didn't know whether the owner of the palace liked Chang'an, Luoyang, or Jiangnan? If Jiangnan, it would take about the first half of the year. If the water flowed, it would be at least not to be paid in the second half of next year."

From Shangjing to Jiangnan, the journey is long, and buying land stores to do business will take a lot of time. It is already a great skill to be able to make profits in the second half of next year and send them to Shangjing.

The man thought for a while and shook his head: "It's too slow, so I'd better choose Kaifeng, which is the capital of Liang State, a prosperous place."

Zhao Hongjun compared his thumbs to him and said a word of praise.

"Brother, I have eyesight."

"Come on, you're welcome." The man smiled and bowed his hand to return the gift, chatted for a few more words, then said goodbye and left. Zhao Hongjun sent it to the door, and the servant led the other party out of the back door. When the figure walked away, he hummed, turned around and walked back to the dark room, patted the heavy large wooden boxes, and the unclosed cover. The golden "Long Live Qianqiu" money flowed out, pounced on the ground, and was still stepped on by him, without any expression of distress.

The wooden boxes in the room and hundreds of thousands of huge money are all touching to anyone, but Zhao Hongjun has passed this money countless times and has lost his feelings. Moreover, it is only the income that has been distributed to ten Khitan nobles or high-ranking officials in the court in the second half of the year.

Of course, external benefits are profits, but fundamentally, it is just that when you tear down the east wall and add the west wall, you can cheat it from other nobles. The money of a nobleman is divided into ten parts and distributed as half a year of income. The impact will be that more people will send money to him.

Then use these people’s money to withdraw one or two, and then send it to the next batch, and it will continue to rotate, and it will be over.

'King Yong, King Yong, why didn't you tell me about the scams later... How should I end up after that?'

The more Khitan nobles joined, the larger the gap, and the more wealth they accumulated, they will naturally become more and more. How to end it, I am afraid that the only way to run away is to run away.

‘Damn, after you go back, if you don’t give me a title to me for the high-ranking official, I’m sorry for my fears over the past ten years!’

His thick lips stumbled with words only he could hear. He wrote down the names of the newly entered nobles, closed the list, and blew out the oil lamp. After leaving the house, it was already late. Since the incident with the crazy woman's family happened, he went home early as it was dark.

Going out of the back door of the restaurant, the carriage that should have been prepared long ago did not come. Instead, the Han people in the Khitan noble mansion who had already left before were in charge of the affairs of the Han people, looking at him with a smile.

Oops--

Two words suddenly flashed through his mind. Before he could turn around and run to the restaurant, a sack fell from the top and covered his head. Then, he was chopped on the back of his neck with a palm, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground.

"take away!"

The thin manager waved his hand and ordered the tall Khitan man who lightly threw Zhao Hongjun's heavy body into the carriage.

"call!"

The Khitans who were driving the car whipped the whip and drove the vehicle out of the alley slowly.

.........

The night falls, and the last stars and moon of autumn hang in the night sky. In unknown hours, the cold clear water blew in the dark room.

"I'll do it--"

Zhao Hongjun, who was awakened in the fainting, opened his eyes and shouted, which made the two Khitan men who were still preparing for the prosecution and interrogation stunned. They knew what they meant.

"What are you asking?"

"Yes...what should I beg? You haven't used torture yet, haha..." Zhao Hongjun immediately smiled flatteringly at the two of them. When he answered, he was the whip hesitated and pulled it open, and his skin and flesh were cracked and bloody.

"You guys ask, if you don't ask, how can I ask!"

Zhao Hongjun fainted again in pain. Fortunately, the second whip was not whipped. The two of them nodded. One of them walked out and came back soon. There was a figure wearing a cloak beside him. Between his swaying robe, he could see his slim figure inside.

Sure enough, the man walked to the front of the rack and spoke with a female voice.

His voice was sophisticated and neat, and he asked directly: "What is the purpose of these things you did?"

"Just do business, no purpose..."

"I don't think you've figured it out, and it seems that you need to be tortured."

Hearing the word "torture", Zhao Hongjun immediately turned back and shook his head quickly. At the moment, his chest was so torn pain that he could not be hit again. Seeing that the man who was executing the execution raised his whip, he hurriedly shouted at the figure in the cloak:

"I've recruited...I've recruited... These are all taught by one person-"

"who?"

"Geng Qing!"

Under the cloak, the man raised his face slightly, his eyes were majestic, but unexpectedly surprised, staring at the old fat man on the torture rack and silently.

When I was in a mixed mind, I seemed to recall the slutty smile that night, and what the other person said - "Investment"

It was indeed him.
Chapter completed!