I don’t know what’s going on today, I’m sneezing now and then.

At this moment, I was sneezing and making my eyes and nose run with tears.

Chu Yuan and Xiaobao rushed in together: "Boss (mother), what's wrong with you?"

Chu Qing wiped her nose with a handkerchief: "It's okay, please stay away. I seem to have caught a cold. Don't infect you."

"Hey, okay!" The two of them went out together.

Oh my god! Are you so heartless?

A quarter of an hour later, the two came back.

Chu Yuan was holding ginger soup, Xiaobao was holding a bowl of spicy soup in his left hand, and a porcelain bottle of chili powder in his right hand. Behind him was Gan Lai, who was holding a blade.

"Drink!" Chu Yuan said.

"Eat this after drinking!" Xiaobao said, and put the chili powder beside the bowl.

"I'll go first!" Gan Lai took action directly, grabbing Chu Qing's hand with the blade.

"You, you, you... Chu Yuan, take care of her!" Chu Qing hid with his hands behind his back, "What does she, she, she want to do?"

"Give me your hand, put some blood on it and you'll be fine. We Vos people have been treating illnesses like this since childhood!" Gan Lai said and continued to grab Chu Qing's hand.

"Gan Lai! You are too bloody! Boss, just have a bowl of ginger soup." Chu Yuan passed the soup bowl forward.

"Mom, ginger soup is good for treating colds. If you are sick, you need to eat to get better!" Xiaobao continued to promote his Malatang.

Chu Qing took Xiaobao's bowl, then opened the porcelain bottle and poured chili powder into it: "Love is everywhere, can I have a bowl of chili?"

As she said this, she couldn't help but put Malatang into her mouth, and took the time to wave her hands to them, telling them not to worry about her and go about their own business.

Chu Qing knew that he probably had a cold.

If you don't get a good night's sleep for three or four days in a row, your immunity will be weakened and you will easily get sick.

It had been several days since I sent the letter to Hu Hengqiu. I was about to leave for Kyoto, but there was still no reply.

Was it that the emperor was dissatisfied or that Hu Hengqiu failed to understand the phrase "the emperor's cotton" in the letter? Was what he said too obscure?

I have indeed made some money in the past two years, but I am not ready to kill myself as a fat sheep now, right? At least you can keep it for a few more years.

Besides, there are so many aristocratic and powerful families. Your Majesty, you can't bear to kill them. The Secret Investigation Department can't bear to see you investigating them? Don't compete with me, a little girl.

The more Chu Qing thinks about it recently, the less at ease she feels.

Have you used the salt the emperor gave you? Used it!

No matter how little it is used, it is still used. I still use it in my own salt field.

If we produce and sell ourselves, who will make money with the national resources?

Has the cotton been harvested? Yes!

Not only do we accept products from abroad, we also accept products from our own country, an absolute monopoly!

If he were the emperor, he should kill himself, right? Is that so?

But we didn’t make much money, so didn’t we all turn it over? The rest should be invested in the next year’s operations, right?

Even if Hu Hengqiu could read the meaning of the letter this time and the emperor agreed to participate in the profit sharing, would the emperor really cultivate himself into a "fat sheep" and then slaughter him?

That won’t work! We can’t let the emperor have any ideas!

Chu Qing Xilihulu thought while eating: I never thought about making money by doing business, nor did I want to join any secret investigation department, nor did I want to come here.

The librarian was a good person at first, but he didn't know why he came here and got into all this trouble. What a bad luck!

"Ah!" Because she was distracted, Chu Qing bit her tongue while eating.

"As for being so unlucky! I'm just a promiscuous person..." Unconsciously, Chu Qing muttered and bit her tongue.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Xiaobao opened the door and came in. He had not gone far just now and was waiting at the door. Chu Yuan was chasing Gan to lecture him.

"It's unlucky for people to bite their tongues when they eat meat!" Chu Qing said.

There is a local saying that if a person's "stomach is short of meat", he will bite his own flesh. But now Chu Qing is neither losing meat nor chewing meat, but he still bites his own flesh. Isn't it bad luck?

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"What did mom just say?" Xiaobao asked while rubbing Chu Qing's cheeks with his little hands. He couldn't rub his tongue. Is rubbing cheeks a kind of treatment?

"Um...I mean I bit my tongue into pieces." Chu Qing replied vaguely.

"Mom, are you worried?" Xiaobao asked.

"No." Chu Qing continued to eat Malatang, and her tongue was broken, and it hurt even more when it touched the hot pepper.

"Mom, Xiaobao has grown up, you can tell Xiaobao if you have something," Xiaobao looked at Chu Qing seriously: "You have been absent-minded these days."

"Um...ok!" Chu Qing put down the bowl and wiped her mouth. She needed someone who could discuss things, even if he just listened to her complain.

"My mother has encountered two major obstacles in just a few months," Chu Qing said.

"What's the first one?" Xiaobao asked.

Chu Qing: "The first one is that my mother was almost bankrupted by the Jiangnan Meng family."

Xiaobao: "Mom, are you talking about the Meng family robbing us of cotton?"

Chu Qing: "Not only that one thing, they also snatched the wool from us. Our caravan collected the wool a few days later than them."

With that said, Chu Qing nodded towards the door as a greeting. It was Lao Yu and Lao Zhao who came in. They heard that Chu Qing was sick.

Chu Qing did not go behind their backs and continued: "After the Meng family arrived in Voss, they first contacted the village of Zhandui. As you know, almost every household in Hesuote has a sheep.

The three villages where we buy wool have the largest flocks, but there are also many other villages. The Meng family has a big business, and the wool is not expensive, so even if they take them all, we have nothing to say.

But fortunately, Zhandui are very honest and did not accept the temptation of offering an extra penny per catty."

Lao Yu said: "Then they won't suffer any loss. Didn't you give them an extra thousand catties of wheat?"

Lao Zhao said: "That's fine. It's just a way of helping each other, and we don't lack the food."

Chu Qing said: "But this is an accident. What if Zhan Dui and King Guli have the same idea?"

Old Zhao wondered: "I have never heard of the Meng family doing wool business before. They need wool in Jiangnan?"

Chu Qing said: "Well, if you have to say that they need it, it's fine. But we are the only ones who have wool textiles. They harvest wool because they want to cut off our supply."

"Hmph! The intention is sinister!" Xiaobao shouted, "I understand, what we buy most in Voss is wool and cotton, so the Meng family will also buy these two items this year."

"Yes, these two things are not expensive. Even if we take them all, it shouldn't be difficult for the Meng family." Chu Qing said.

At that time, spending 400,000 yuan to buy cotton from Juntun was heartbreaking and painful for Chu Qing, but for a family like the Meng family that has been run by several or more than ten generations, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver is really nothing.

"But I didn't expect that Xiaobao would break this game. He really punched the old master to death!" Old Yu laughed. Everyone laughed.

Chu Qing: "But thinking about it later, it was all a fluke: the wool thing was due to Zhan Dui's loyalty, but we are not too close to them;

As for cotton, we are lucky to have grown cotton in our military villages. Although the yield is not high, we have many acres of land."

"Mom, no matter what, this test has passed, it's not a big deal!" Xiaobao concluded.
Chapter completed!