Song Liyun said to Zhao Tingduo: "Ashi, go to Master Jiang and see if the time for the exhibition has been set? If not, let him advance it to five days later, September 15th."
Jiang Feng should have read and investigated the plan he gave him before leaving. If he agreed, he should make time arrangements now.
"good!"
Zhao Tingduo nodded, without saying much, stood up and strode out of Tianxiang Tower, heading straight to the county government office.
Nowadays, the political situation in Wu Dynasty is unpredictable.
It has been more than a month since he left Kyoto, and he still needs to ask Jiang Fengduo for more information.
In the private room, before Song Liyun could drink tea to clear her mind, she heard someone knocking on the door.
As soon as I opened my mouth to say please come in, Manager Wan Da had already opened the door and walked in.
"Uncle Wan!" Song Liyun stood up and saluted, invited him to take a seat, and poured him a cup of tea.
Manager Wan Da looked anxious, did not drink tea, and said straight to the point: "I heard someone said that you entered the city, so I came here to find you.
I heard that people from the kitchen shop are crowding Tianxiang Tower again? How do you deal with it? Do you want me to go to Fucheng to find some chefs?"
There are no famous chefs in Tianxiang House, so relying on new ideas to open up new opportunities can easily be taken away by others.
It was as if I had just sent two handbags to Beijing, and someone was asking about their origins and wanted to imitate them.
Song Liyun knew that Manager Wanda was really thinking about him, so he told him his plan, including asking Magistrate Jiang to hold a trade fair.
Manager Wan Da frowned: "What's the use of suddenly holding a temple fair out of the blue?"
Holding a temple fair? Song Liyun couldn't help laughing, it really felt like this.
"Uncle Wan, this is an opportunity to publicly display our products. In addition to skewers, I also want to sell paper towels and paper boxes. Let everyone think of Tianxianglou when they see skewers, and think of paper towels when they see the word "Tianxianglou"..."
Song Liyun said with a smile on her face. She had been preparing these things since she had a carton factory.
But the output is low, and the tissue paper needs to be copied one by one. So far, I have only saved 100 boxes of tissue paper.
In the county government office, Jiang Feng and Zhao Tingduo were admiring flowers in the back office garden. At this time, the garden was filled with the fragrance of golden chrysanthemums.
Jiang Feng had no other hobbies but the elegance of a scholar. No matter where he went, the four scenes of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums were indispensable.
Qili County Government had been abandoned for several years, and the vegetation in the garden had long since withered. He also took care of a few pots of chrysanthemums to watch.
The two of them walked to a pot of chrysanthemums with "rouge spots on the snow" and looked at the faint blush on the tips of the snow-white chrysanthemums. Jiang Feng stood with his hands behind his hands and said: "Looking at the red among the white flowers, it reminds me of a man who will become famous and his bones will wither."
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Zhao Tingduo knew that there was an underground connection between him and the prince, so he must have had his own intention in saying this. Could there be any changes in the court?
It's just that Jiang Feng has a deep thought. He, a young man who was born on the grasslands and grew up in a military camp, can't figure it out.
If you can't guess, don't guess, say less, make fewer mistakes, and wait and see what happens!
Jiang Feng was mid-sentence when he glanced at Zhao Tingduo, who had a normal expression. Seeing that he was as stable as a mountain, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: Qing'an Prefecture had done a great job in expelling the third young master of the Di tribe on horseback. Now the prince actually leaves such a person unused, which will always cause trouble in the future.
He stopped playing riddles with Zhao Tingduo: "Third Young Master, have you been in contact with General Lei these days?"
Zhao Tingduo smiled slightly: "Brother is busy rectifying the defense and did not bother him. Magistrate Jiang also knows that I am a rough man. I am not as knowledgeable or rich as you. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Jiang Feng nodded: "Third Young Master, I have offended you. Please come with me."
With that said, he led the way into the verandah and walked into the warm pavilion where the servants had already placed the tea. The two sat down and then said: "Third Young Master, do you know what the prince means by asking you to stop stirring up war?"
Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly: "The Wu Dynasty signed a contract with the Dilu Royal Court!"
"Third Young Master, who do you think this contract can bind?"
Zhao Tingduo said calmly: "Restrain the Zhenbei Army!"
The Dilu Royal Court is not a country, but five tribes, and the tribes will change at any time, so this contract is not stable.
Seeing that everything the Third Young Master said was focused, Jiang Feng's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Young Master, do you know that with the support of the Marquis of Zhenbei, it will be a matter of time for the Prince to ascend to the throne, but if he wants to consolidate his country forever, it must be necessary
Northern Xinjiang is stable."
Zhao Tingduo raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it Wu Chao's idea to sign a contract with Wang Ting?"
Jiang Feng added: "Young Master is a sensible man. As the saying goes, one is born in sorrow and dies in happiness. You Dilu also have a saying, a pack of wolves will always be a pack of wolves."
Zhao Tingduo put down the teacup in his hand and his face darkened: "Magistrate Jiang, you want me to disobey the prince and the marquis' wishes..."
When he spoke, his tone, which was sunny and gentle just now, now had a cold tone.
Jiang Feng was startled, and suddenly he remembered that the handsome young man in front of him who had come to hold some exhibition was not only a libertine who only knew romance, but he was also the White Wolf King with blood on his hands on the grassland.
He quickly stood up and cupped his hands: "Third Young Master, please calm down, that's not what I meant."
Zhao Tingduo's voice slowed down: "If Magistrate Jiang has something to say, you might as well say it directly."
At this time, Jiang Feng did not dare to talk in circles under the clouds, but lowered his voice and said: "The Marquis is very loyal to the Wu Dynasty. He has guarded the northern border with impregnable strength for decades. Even if he is suspected by the emperor, he is still loyal."
"When the prince ascends the throne, the Zhao family will continue to guard the border and become an important weapon of the country from generation to generation!"
"But what about you, Third Young Master?"
Zhao Tingduo glanced at him: "Zhenbei Army is also my protector!"
Jiang Feng shook his head: "There is no room for snoring on the side of the bed! Unless the young master has been attached to the Zhenbei Army like this, if the prince ascends the throne, the marquis will definitely return to the capital to be raised."
Zhao Tingduo was alert, but he still said calmly: "Brother will still be in charge of Zhenbei's military power in the future."
Jiang Feng was instantly discouraged: "Third Young Master, Lei Qianhu should have told you that he would take back the glory of the Wuda tribe and avenge your grandfather."
Zhao Tingduo stood up and said coldly: "Jiang Feng, this is my tribe's matter, what does it have to do with the Wu Dynasty?"
Jiang Feng said anxiously: "To be honest, the Marquis and the Crown Prince don't want you to stir up trouble in the grassland anymore, they just want to smoothly ascend the throne.
After the prince ascends the throne, he will need more stability on the border. If you sign the royal court contract, it will be impossible for you to seek revenge."
"And once the Marquis returns to Beijing, Gong Zang Gou Cooking will not be far away."
"What do you mean, brother wants me to still stir up tribal conflicts?"
Zhao Tingduo understood what he meant, his heart beat like a drum, and he stared at Jiang Feng: "Aren't you from the prince?"
Jiang Feng nodded and shook his head: "I am a member of the Crown Prince and an official of the Wu Dynasty. I just want to support the establishment of orthodoxy and make the Wu Dynasty prosperous and strong.
"The Dilu grassland has no country and no restraints, just like a group of horses without reins, and it is like a stubborn skin disease in the Wu Dynasty."
"If the Third Young Master can establish himself as Lord of the Dilu Grassland, it may seem harmful to the Wu Dynasty, but in fact it will last for generations to come!"
Zhao Tingduo served tea again, lowered his eyes and said nothing: he had always kept these things in his heart, and only his eldest brother Zhao Tinglei had mentioned them.
But what the eldest brother meant was that after he established a foothold in the Dilu Grassland, he could become a supporting force for the Zhenbei Army.