Zhao Luoyang read the paper once and then looked at Mr. Song.
Mr. Song was concentrating on drinking the tea in his hand, his eyes firmly fixed on his own piece of land, and he did not glance towards her.
Shi Jiu said: "Sir, you are afraid that Zhao Qikun will find an opportunity to find Taozhou."
You must be on guard so much that the road is blocked. Even if Zhao Qikun comes back, he will face a complaint and it will be brought to the government office. Can we still be a family again?
It definitely won't work.
Jiang is still very old, and Shi Jiu feels that Mr. Song is much better than him in this regard. He has not been able to prevent Cha Shuo from ever returning to Taozhou.
Shi Jiu thought of this and suddenly felt that he could give it a try. If Zha Shuo returned to Tubo and took a high position, then Zha Shuo would not be able to casually enter Daqi in the future.
Zhao Luoyang said to Shi Jiu in his mind: "When did you find out? Sir, my grandma..."
Shi Jiu said: "I mentioned it to you before, but I didn't dare to confirm it."
Zhao Luoyang felt that what he was holding in his hand was not the paper but the evidence. The husband's thoughts were already here, but where was her grandma?
Old Mrs. Yang said: "With this piece of paper, sir, I won't be afraid that they will have any evil intentions again."
Zhao Luoyang nodded and said, "Sir, you have thought very carefully."
Mrs. Yang told Zhao Luoyang: "Be careful, wait until the ink dries before putting it away." Her eyes were fixed on the paper without even looking at Mr. Song.
Zhao Luoyang couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the result that the husband wanted to achieve was still far away. Zhao Luoyang didn't think much about it. As long as her grandma wanted to do it, she could do whatever she wanted.
When the ink dried, Zhao Luoyang handed the paper to Song Guangyan, and then returned to Zhao's house with her grandmother. Song Guangyan and Xu gave it away.
Mrs. Xu did not forget to thank Mrs. Yang: "You are still good at your craftsmanship. I can't learn it no matter how hard I learn it."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "It's not difficult. I'll come over to cook for you these two days."
Mrs. Xu was happy in her heart: "I still need to trouble you."
Mrs. Yang was very cheerful: "Mr. Song teaches our children, this is nothing."
Mrs. Xu said: "It doesn't matter that my father doesn't say anything, but he thinks clearly in his heart. You will know it in the future."
Mrs. Yang naturally knew that Mr. Song had taken care of their family all the way. If he wasn't soft-hearted, why would he have accepted her children as students, who were not relatives or friends, and Mr. Song wouldn't have done anything.
Based on this alone, Mrs. Yang has to take care of her.
Zhao Luoyang was listening with his ears pricked up, and Shi Jiu's sigh came from his mind.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Luoyang asked hurriedly.
Shi Jiu said: "It's nothing, I just think Mr. Song has a good daughter-in-law." Unlike his aunt, not only did she not help him, but she also wanted to compete with him. After all, she was a nephew rather than a son.
Mrs. Xu stood in the hole in the wall and sent Mrs. Yang and others back to Zhao's courtyard, thinking about how to tighten the red thread.
"Sir," Mrs. Xu said, "I think not only can't we repair the hole in our wall, but we also need to make it bigger. It's best to make a moon door, just like the ones used by wealthy people in Beijing."
Song Guangyan frowned: "Building Moon Gate? Then we won't be a family?"
Mrs. Xu rolled her eyes at Song Guangyan. It would be nice to be a family. She thought about what she should do to help the Zhao family. First, she should make clothes for Mrs. Yang. After all, she was a daughter-in-law, so this was what she should do.
Mrs. Yang also felt a little strange. When she went to the Song family this time, Mrs. Song's daughter-in-law seemed to be particularly warm to her, but she didn't take it to heart. The Song family has always been polite, maybe she thought it was troublesome to her.
When Zhao Xueli and others came back and everyone gathered to have dinner, Mrs. Yang took out the letter.
Zhao Yuanrang finished his meal first and stood aside to read to everyone.
Zhao Xuewen studied with Zhao Qikun since he was a child. He didn't learn anything else, and his hypocrisy was quite true.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Listen, it's as if he was forced to follow him. When he left, he didn't leave anything for us. When he wrote the letter, he was probably wondering why we didn't die on the road."
Zhao Xueli said: "Brother... said that our cheese was sold to Kaifeng." This was something they didn't expect. Counting how long it took for the letter to arrive on the road, it should have been before spring plowing.
Zhao Xuejing also followed: "It's not just cheese but also leather goods. I didn't expect the caravan to go so far." From this point of view, you can never worry about selling good things.
Thinking of this, everyone forgot about Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Qikun, and only thought about making money.
They still have some good stuff.
It was Gurdjieff who reminded everyone: "I haven't finished reading the letter yet."
Everyone then continued to listen, and Zhao Xuewen not only sent a letter this time, but also spent some money to have someone deliver a large bag of seeds.
Mrs. Yang wanted to laugh when she looked at those seeds.
"I bought a field in Kaifeng, but I didn't want to plant it and rented it to others, right? It was hard to sell the remaining seeds, so I just asked someone to send them to Taozhou."
Old Mrs. Yang now understands the thoughts of those two beasts. Now think about it, thanks to their good life, otherwise she would be so angry? So no matter what happens, as long as you are well, nothing else will matter.
Forget it.
Zhao Xuejing said: "Mr. Song was right to write us the petition. Now they just heard that we are living a good life. When we sell more goods, they will definitely come here."
Mrs. Yang snorted coldly: "Now I'm afraid they won't dare to come."
Now that Mrs. Yang said this, her back was straight. She turned around and took out a few fried eggs from the kitchen and distributed them to several children. Geshi patted Zhao Yuanbao on the back: "Eat slowly, don't choke.
With."
Mrs. Yang couldn't help laughing when she looked at her grandson's appearance. What could he do if he didn't look good at eating? At least he could eat now.
After eating, Zhao Xueli and Zhao Xuejing went out. They were busy with spring plowing, but they couldn't lose their physical skills. They still had to practice with Huaiqing for half an hour every day before going to bed. Zhao Xueyi and Niu Daochang and his son wanted to continue making things that they had tried before.
Some firearms have been made, but they are far from enough.
Zhao Luoyang went back to the house and took out an account. With the help of spring plowing, Huaiguang and the others were transporting grain and grass to Taozhou. The money and manpower used would be made into an account and given to her.
At first, Zhao Luoyang didn't want to read it, but he couldn't resist and Huaiguang always sent it to him. When he brought it to him, he said, "If you don't have the time, you don't have to read it."
It sounds nice, but once you get your hands on this thing, it's impossible not to be interested in it. Now there are about 20,000 troops gathering in Taozhou. How can it be considered good?
"Actually, it's also a good thing," Shi Jiu comforted Zhao Luoyang, "If you have more people, you may eat more, but... if you can use them well, you can also earn a lot of wealth and charm points."
"How much do you earn by killing a bandit leader? How much do those who capture Wang Hu earn?" Shi Jiu said, "The second prince of Tubo must have brought a lot when he came to attack Taozhou."
This is a big deal.
Zhao Luoyang had already thought about this, but what Shi Jiu said was not comprehensive.
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "In addition to the second Tubo prince, there are also the Feng family." Didn't the Feng family always give her money and wealth? How could she miss such a big fat sheep?
Wang Zeng was optimistic about the crops in Taozhou, and she was optimistic about everything they brought with them. With such a large investment, she had to rely on them to make back the money. If they dared to come, they would have to keep it.