Li Zhenli took out a dime and threw it over: "No need to look for it."
The newspapers on the market were priced at five cents, but Li Zhenli paid five cents.
When the newsboy took it and saw that it was a five-cent silver dollar, he was immediately overjoyed. He quickly took out a copy of the "Ming Dynasty Merchant Report" from his pocket and stuffed it into Li Zhenli's hand.
Li Zhenli opened the Ming Dynasty Merchant Report.
The girls nearby also came over to take a look.
But all I saw was that the front page of the newspaper read in black and bold font: The Great Victory over the Hun River - The Ming Dynasty's military division was defeated. Xu Yingwei led 25,000 new troops and 5,000 Korean troops to a massive defeat on the south bank of the Hun River.
Jiannu, more than 12,000 Jiannu were killed and more than 8,000 were captured alive. The defeat of Hunhe twenty-seven years ago was overthrown today!
"Oh my God!" the girls exclaimed, covering their little cherry mouths with their hands.
"The slave family thought that Yan Gijian's formation was already very powerful by killing two thousand Jiannu, but they didn't expect that Xu Gijian was even more powerful. He actually killed and captured more than 20,000 Jiannu in one battle!"
"Yes, yes, this Xu gave a very powerful advice."
"No, Xu Gijian is simply the God of War of our Ming Dynasty!"
"Sisters, have you seen Xu Geijian? Isn't he handsome?"
As they talked, these brothel prostitutes digressed from the topic and turned to matters between men and women.
"I was lucky enough to meet Xu Gijian once. Although Xu Gijian is not handsome, he is quite tall and strong. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes and is quite masculine. He is much better than those weak young masters."
"Sister Susu, how do you know Xu Geijian is very strong? You shouldn't have tried it, right?"
"It would be great if I were so lucky, even if I was just a concubine, but they don't give me a chance."
"I don't believe it. With your beauty and skills, sister, even the hard-hearted Xu Gei admonished you will turn into a soft-hearted person."
"Sister Su Su, if you really have this idea, my sister has an idea. The National Disaster Opera Troupe will be recruiting people soon. Why don't we give it a try? If we are selected, we might have the opportunity to go to Liaodong to sing opera."
"What are you talking about?" Li Zhenli immediately became annoyed, "Isn't it good to stay in Nanjing and be your prostitute? I have to go to the National Disaster Theater Troupe to endure hardships every day."
A dozen girls stuck out their tongues, hugged each other and ran away.
Li Zhenli took the newspaper and went straight to Pavilion No. 3.
She had to report the good news to Shi Jiuke as soon as possible to get some luck.
What this girl Zhu Susu said just now is quite right. Xu Yingwei is simply the God of War of the Ming Dynasty. It is not impossible to single-handedly destroy the Manchu Qing Dynasty in the future. Although she has connections like Li Xiangjun, multiple benefactors lead to different paths, right? With
There will never be anything wrong if you have a good relationship with the rising Ming God of War.
…
Wang Tao, Sun Tinglan and several friends were also at Meixiang Tower to relieve their guilt.
With the wealth of Wang Tao and the others, it's not like they can't afford top names like Kou Baimen, Dong Xiaowan and Bian Yujing, but it depends on whether there are powerful people who can get ahead of them.
For example, today, I asked Zheng Zunqian to cut off the Hu.
I would not dare to steal a woman from Zheng Zunqian.
How many merchants in Nanjing and even in Jiangnan want to look up to Zheng Zunqian. If they really offend Zheng Zunqian, they will not be able to stay in Nanjing, a prosperous place.
The key is that bond trading is no longer available to them.
If this is really the case, it would be better to just die.
After three rounds of drinking, the topic returned to the Ming Dynasty's foreign wars.
Not only scholars like to criticize current problems, businessmen also like to point out the country.
Especially now, the overall atmosphere in Ming Dynasty is unprecedentedly friendly to merchants, which has further fueled the enthusiasm of merchants for political commentary.
Sun Tinglan said: "Speaking of this war, Concubine Li's performance in eastern Sichuan is really unexpected. Who would have thought that a famous Qinhuai prostitute could have such abilities?"
Wang Tao said: "I'm not surprised."
Another said: "Although Concubine Li is also good at fighting, she is not as good as Yan Guijian."
Another said: "That's it, that's it. The ones Concubine Li fought were just rebel soldiers and bandits, but the ones Yan Gijian killed at Dagukou were serious slaves, and they fought in the field."
Sun Tinglan said: "It's just a field battle in name only."
"No." Wang Tao agreed decisively, "If it were an open and honest field battle in the daytime, Yan Gijian's infantry brigade would definitely not be a rival to Jiannu. I'm afraid it would be a different situation in Dagukou."
Having said this, the hall immediately fell silent.
The Ming army could not bear to fight in the field, which was ultimately disappointing.
Sun Tinglan sighed and said: "I don't know when our great army of tomorrow will be able to restore the Hongwu Dynasty and the Yongle Dynasty's vigor. Wherever the soldiers are heading, all barbarians will escape far away. That is the real atmosphere of the prosperous age."
While he was talking, there was a sudden noise on Chaoku Street outside.
"Why is it so noisy outside?" Wang Tao frowned and asked, "What are you shouting for?"
A friend listened for a while and then said: "It seems to be shouting, Long live the Ming Dynasty?"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty?" Sun Tinglan asked with a thought, "Could it be that the north won another battle?"
"Everyone, please wait a moment while I go take a look." After saying this, another friend got up and ran out.
After a while, this friend ran in excitedly with a newspaper and said loudly: "Great victory over the Hun River. Our soldiers have achieved an unprecedented victory on the south bank of the Hun River!"
"Victory at Hunhe?" Wang Tao reached out and took the newspaper.
"Why is it Hanlin Daily? Who still reads Hanlin Daily?"
"Wang Gong, don't blame me. All the newspapers on the street are sold out. I can only buy the Hanlin Daily, which is too disgusting to wipe my butt." The friend smiled guiltily and added, "It's just that the news is
the same."
Immediately, the four people gathered together and carefully read the reports on the front page.
"A field battle! It was actually a field battle! Our soldiers of heaven turned out to be the Jiannu army that was defeated in the field battle!"
"Oh my God, our soldiers of tomorrow not only defeated the Jiannu army in the field, but also achieved a great victory in the desperate situation of 30,000 people against an army of more than 100,000 horse and infantry!"
"It's not easy, it's certainly not easy!"
"Xu Gejiancheng can be called the God of War of my Ming Dynasty!"
"The great victory in Hunhe River will make us realize what we are waiting for!"
"What Mr. Wang said is absolutely true. We should raise our bottles to congratulate the Ming God of War!"
"Everyone, I have something to say. With this great victory in Hunhe, the two cities will definitely open higher tomorrow. Therefore, we need to make preparations early and send people to line up in the two cities as soon as possible."
"When the market opens tomorrow, sell high and sell!"
"That's right, that's right. If you don't remind me, Mr. Sun, you may miss something important."
Well, in the end, you still have to speculate in bonds. After all, you are an old player in bond speculation.
However, stimulated by the good news of the victory in Hunhe, the atmosphere in the hall became much more lively, and even the four girls accompanying them had more money to drink.
…
Shi Jiuke's eyes widened after reading the merchant newspaper that Li Zhenli brought.
"A great victory over the Hun River? Our soldiers from the Great Tomorrow killed more than 12,000 slaves on the south bank of the Hun River and captured more than 8,000 people alive? And it was an upright field battle?"
Several Huguang silk merchants were also shocked and inexplicable.
"Oh my god, my great soldiers actually defeated Jiannu in a field battle?"
"And it was still 30,000 against more than 100,000. This is Cheng's greatest victory since the founding of the country!"
"Just this one battle, Xu Gijian's advice is enough to go down in history. Shi Gong, I am here to congratulate you." Several Huguang silk merchants congratulated Shi Jiuke one after another.
Shi Jiuke's face turned red.
He actually only drank half a can of Mingjiu tonight, not soju.
But at this moment, Shi Jiuke felt as if he had drunk half a kilo of soju, and he was in a daze.
The congratulations of several silk merchants woke him up, and he immediately stood up and said: "Young masters are with me. For such a big event, I have to rush back to my hometown in Xinchang overnight to report the news. We will talk about the order for raw silk later."
"No, no, no, let's just settle the matter of raw silk." Several silk merchants said at the same time, "Other companies don't care, but our raw silk will only be sold to you. As for the price, Mr. Shi will decide the price."
"Okay, okay, I will definitely not treat you unfairly in terms of price."
Shi Jiuke was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. This is really a good thing that comes in pairs.
Then she turned to Li Zhenli and said, "Mother Li, charge the money for the wine to my account."
"No need." Li Zhenli smiled and waved her hand and said, "This meal is for the wine slave."
After waiting for a moment, Li Zhenli said again: "Just think of it as the slave family congratulating the Ming Dynasty God of War."
"That's not possible. How can you ask someone to pay for the wine when you drink it?" Shi Jiuke firmly refused.
After taking down the wine bill, Shi Jiuke hurried out of Meixiang Tower, called his entourage and rushed back to his hometown in Xinchang overnight.
…
At the same time, in an alley near Gongyuan Street, two old men were drinking in a tavern. They drank a large pot of turbid wine for ten cents, and only a few small plates of pickles were served with the wine.
"Brother Mu Zhai, you have more white hair on your head." Huang Daozhou said with a sigh.
Qian Qianyi sighed softly and said desolately: "I am almost seventy years old, can my hair not be gray?"
"I am also sixty-four years old. I originally planned to return to my hometown in Zhangpu, sort out my treasures for many years before I die, write a few articles, and lay a coffin when I die, but after all..."
Zodiac Zhou stopped mid-sentence and did not continue.
"But after all, I was unwilling to do so." Qian Qianyi continued.
"It can't be said that he is unwilling, but he can't watch the Ming Dynasty slide into the abyss of eternal destruction." Huang Daozhou said with a complicated expression, "The ideas promoted in various newspapers now are very dangerous, such as equality of personality, equality of men and women, and the importance of the people.
Jun Qing, these thoughts are indeed over the top, and if things continue like this, the world will inevitably be in chaos."
"Nonsense." The wine girl poured a pot of hot wine that had just been heated onto the table, and scolded her with eyebrows, "It's just you old antiques hiding in the corner whining and sighing. I think the Ming Dynasty is now
It is indeed prosperous. Even the business in Gongyuan Street is more than ten times better than in previous years. Why is the world in chaos?"
The tavern proprietress is really unhappy. Where could she have had the opportunity to show her face and make money three years ago?
But now, not only can she show up in public and sell wine, but girls and wives from various families can also go to work in various workshops to earn money to support their families. With money in hand, she also has the confidence to speak in front of her own officials.
"People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and the world is getting worse." Huang Daozhou and Qian Qianyi shook their heads in anger.
At this moment, a huge cheer suddenly sounded outside the alley, "Long live the Ming Dynasty!"
Then a young man rushed in and shouted: "A great victory in the Hunhe River, mother, a great victory in the Hunhe River!"
