The emperor put down the secret letter, went around the imperial court, and helped Buqun with his own hands. He was very sad: "Buqun, I have already said that your son will not do this. I want him to live freely and serve you well."

And your brother will continue to have heirs.

Bufan left early and lost his life for me before we got married, and you only have one son. You are all so small because of me. I owe you."

"Your Majesty!" Buqun knelt down again, his mask already wet.

The emperor patted him on the shoulder and said: "This boy! It's rare that he still acts as an eye for me even though I have given him freedom. However, you still tell him that he is not young. Get married when he should, and have children when he should.

To have children is his freedom!"

Buqun knelt in front of the emperor, his forehead pressed to the ground, silent, only his slightly shaking shoulders showed his excitement.

The two brothers are both Royal Shadow Guards. This is an inherited profession and the destiny of the Shadow Guards.

How many Shadow Guards came and went naked, leaving no trace in the world, and no one offered incense to them. This was the case with his brother.

The emperor is helping his son change his life! Let his son have a chance to continue the family!

The emperor helped him up again: "Okay, you are not young anymore. How many years older than me are you? What is it like now?"

Buqun stood up and said, "I've lost my composure."

After Buqun left, the emperor began to study the letter again and said to himself: "Chu Qing's trick of 'drawing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron' is so good. It allows him to control people and shops, but not the source of goods, haha."

Then his face turned cold again: "Wu Jichang, you delayed my income and died like this. It's too cheap!"

When Eunuch Li came in, he saw the emperor's gloomy face and was so frightened that he did not dare to take a complete breath.

He carefully served the tea: "Your Majesty, 'Yongxingsheng' has reopened today..."

"Humph!" the emperor snorted coldly: "Go around each shop and see if there are any fakes! Nowadays, these businessmen are becoming more and more unscrupulous, making and selling fakes, making Kyoto a mess!"

As a result, within three days, fake and defective goods were found in all Wu Jichang's stores, and all goods were confiscated, resulting in heavy losses.

Of course, not only the Wu family's shop, but also many unscrupulous vendors were also raided.

The sudden "combating counterfeiting and selling" storm in Kyoto has even swept into the surrounding counties.

Some savvy merchants have labeled their counterfeit goods with the words "high imitation", "fine imitation", etc., and adjusted the price to very low to avoid punishment.

Wu Jichang's family still didn't know that the head of the family was dead. Meng Yingying smashed the cups and dishes all over the floor and felt that she couldn't let go of the suffocation in her chest.

She pointed at her husband's nose and scolded: "Thanks to you still holding a position in the Secret Investigation Department, you just watch your business suffer losses? Why don't you investigate? Why don't you go to the governor to hold him accountable?!"

Wu Shirong acted as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and laughed at himself: "Me? I am responsible for the governor? What rank am I? What rank is that person's family? My father can't do that! He's a merchant, so he can't even calculate such an account!"

Meng Yingying laughed angrily: "Ha! Okay, I don't understand the calculation? It doesn't matter, I have a dowry, just spend it slowly, I can't spend it all anyway, there is no shortage of money! It's just the goods in the shop, I

not give a damn about!"

The implication: Who cares, who knows!

Wu Shirong threw up his sleeves and went out. His father hadn't come back yet, so he had nothing to do.

No one knew that this action was actually a small act by the emperor to avenge his personal revenge. The emperor's idea was very simple. If you delay my business, I will also make your business impossible.

Look, it is true that "destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents". Even if Wu Jichang died, the emperor would still want to take revenge.

In fact, the emperor's business not only did not delay, but also ushered in a "small peak".

After Wu Jichang's people evacuated, shops across Chuqing resumed operations.

Because for more than a month and a half, these shops have been open but unable to do business, leaving people with nowhere to buy needed items.

It's not that other stores don't have these things, but Chuqing's products have already gained a reputation and cultivated customer stickiness.

Almost all iron products on the market are produced by the "Baolu Group". After all, similar products from small workshops have small customization quantities, long production cycles, and uneven quality.

It's winter now, the "peak season" for cotton and wool products, and this is a "unique" product that no one else has.

The stronger the purchasing power of customers, the higher their requirements for quality and the greater their demand for quantity. "I would rather eat a bite of fresh peaches than a basket of rotten apricots."

As for ordinary people, except for food, other consumption can be postponed, so if they can't buy it now, they will wait until they can buy it.

At this time, they reopened, and each store experienced a sales peak that was not weaker than before the Spring Festival.

Invisibly, Chu Qing experienced the benefits of "hunger marketing".

When Chu Qing was busy with the transportation and deployment of goods in various places and had no time to spare, Xiaobao led a team to pull cotton from Mada.

Isn’t it scary for an eight-year-old child to travel with more than 40 guards? Xiaobao is helpless. This is the mother’s “sequelae of the assassination of her son.”

The cotton harvested in Juntun last year was harvested as it was picked, and payment was made directly. The remaining moisture in the cotton was counted as a pound, which was an encouragement to the army to grow cotton.

This year's cotton motors have been dried, and without the moisture, Xiaobao still paid half a percent more money.

Xiaobao said: "With so much cotton, it requires manpower to dry it, and it takes a lot of effort to keep an eye on the weather. The uncles also have to make room for storage, and the warehouse should also charge storage fees."

Ma Da's big slap gave Xiaobao a good slap: "What a good boy! He is such a good boy for your mother! He is as happy as your mother!"

Xiaobao grinned when he was slapped by Motor's iron-like slap: "Dad Ma, what you said sounds a bit... weird."

Why does it sound like a curse?

After the cotton was shipped out, Xiaobao was planning to take You Zhenghang back to Jizhou with the cotton transport team.

The food court can reopen, but there are too few vegetables this season, so he has to go back to collect dried vegetables, pickles, and sauces.

Not sure.

The real Princess Donglun has not been caught. It is still not safe for Xiaobao to go out. If something happens again, You Zhenghang will be involved...

No matter how much Xiaobao promised that he would be careful, Chu Qing just wouldn't let go.

When the two mothers were at loggerheads, Chu Yuan saw that there were only three of them in the room, so he interrupted in a low voice: "Don't worry, your son must be brave and brave, and he must be strategic. He is much better than you! If you are worried, I will follow him."

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Chu Qing slapped the table with a slap, which made his hand hurt: "Get out! I can still have snacks without you, but I'm even more worried with you! If he blows the wind, you will make it rain. Is it okay?"

Chu Yuan touched his nose and dared not speak.

Xiaobao planned the last assassination of Wu Jichang, and he helped execute it, which frightened Chu Qing.

Zhuo Yao happened to bring You Zhenghang over to discuss things with Xiaobao. When he walked in and saw Chu Yuan looking cowardly, he asked what happened.

Except for the twenty-six people who carried out the mission and Chu Qing's mother-in-law, no one else knew about that assassination, so Zhuo Yao didn't know about it at all.

So now that he was explaining to him that he was worried about Xiaobao going out, Zhuo Yao in turn advised Chu Qing: "Boss, this time I am going back with the cotton transport team. They are all soldiers from the military camp. Why are you worried?

Besides, every county is now searching for the whereabouts of Wu Jichang’s head guard, and there are officials and arrests everywhere. I also brought forty people to protect Xiaobao to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

After saying that, he patted his chest.

Chu Qing didn't have three heads and six arms, so he couldn't follow Xiaobao at any time, so he finally agreed.
Chapter completed!