Chapter 115 The wind started at the end of Qingping
The next day, it wasn't until almost noon that Wang Yuesheng finally woke up from his hangover.
She asked Cui Yuer how Miss Zheng looked when she left last night.
Cui Yu'er said: "Miss Zheng just sighed a few times and asked me to guard you so as not to choke when vomiting filth."
"Isn't she annoyed?"
"Last night? No. Not today either. I saw her just now. She was very happy. She brought the man pulling the cart with her. She must have bought a new iron knot."
Wang Yuesheng hurriedly dressed up, put on no makeup, no hairpins, and wore plain clothes and skirts, and went to the blacksmith shop in Fuyuan to find Zheng Haizhu.
But still only Lu Xiangsheng and the masters from the Ge family were there.
"Mr. Lu, where is Miss Zheng?"
"She put down the iron and left, saying she was going to see Magistrate Zhuang and Mr. Huang. To make firearms, no matter what style they are used, gunpowder and lead bullets are needed. Folks can still make iron, but if they make pills, Miss Zheng said, the government will not agree.
, she didn’t dare to try it.”
Of course, Lu Xiangsheng immediately noticed that Wang Yuesheng's eyes were swollen and his face was tired, but he did not want to show too much concern. He only tried to talk to her in a gentle voice and a gentle tone, hoping to make her feel more comfortable and relaxed.
Only six or seven days had passed since he first met Miss Wang, but Lu Xiangsheng had already begun to realize that on every new day, being able to see Miss Wang seemed to be more joyful than seeing the collector's edition of The Art of War.
Early in the morning, amid the sound of Master Ge's forging iron, he worked diligently on two hexagonal pieces of wood.
If Miss Wang is satisfied after acceptance, he is willing to take over the remaining more than one hundred pieces of wood, without Miss Wang lifting a finger to do such rough work.
How could Lu Xiangsheng not realize that something was wrong with him?
If it were in the past, he could not stand the haggard tone of his peers who were obsessed with Yin. Even if he occasionally went to a brothel to socialize with literary friends in the same year, he would just go there reluctantly, click on the knot, and then find an excuse to go back home.
I went to read a book, not to mention despising those people who sleep in flowers and willows.
Now that I have really met a graceful beauty, I realize that no matter how many poems, lyrics, and songs, I can't express the inexplicable love that is burning in my heart, I want to talk about it, but I still give up, and I am still afraid to try it.
However, when Wang Yuesheng faced Lu Xiangsheng, his eyes were still as rippleless as a still pool.
After listening to Lu Xiangsheng's narration, she looked past the two excellent wooden lumps on the lathe in front of her and fell on the iron lumps piled up outside the ironworks with red fire.
That should be the iron material Zheng Haizhu just bought.
Wang Yuesheng remembered every moment he lost his composure in front of Miss Zheng last night.
A former Qinhuai celebrity husband and wife, who had already escaped from the quagmire, recounted the love and hate in the past to a busy woman from a good family like Miss Zheng. Naturally, it was out of the desire to complete the task assigned to her by Shangfeng.
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However, Wang Yuesheng also sincerely lamented that Miss Zheng's world was completely different.
Miss Zheng has already done so many things this early in the morning.
After Wang Yuesheng was briefly lost in thought, he walked to the lathe and said, "Thank you Mr. Lu for your help in cutting the material."
He counted the time on his fingers again: "After July, the piano will be ready in the shade room. The Baina piano has many bonding sections, and the panels and bottoms are completely closed. Depending on the weather in Songjiang, it will take about a month. Then it will be dusted."
The tire takes a long time, so you have to scrape it a dozen or twenty times, and then go into the shade room. Come out during the Dragon Boat Festival next year, grind it, polish it, and set the emblem. It will be fast. So, after one year and two months, I have stocked up on materials
If I can produce four harps, and I ask my old friends to give them a shout, I can exchange them for more than two hundred taels of silver, and I can make thirty muskets for you, right?"
Lu Xiangsheng was stunned for a moment, and then he was greatly moved.
Miss Wang is indeed not a fan of vulgarity.
If they meet by chance, they can fully support their ideals.
Mr. Lu was greatly moved and decided to cut the materials with great care before leaving Songjiang to take the provincial examination in Yingtianfu.
This feeling of running in both directions with people of the same mind is great.
Until one day not long after, Miss Wang, who had been promised to mix the lacquer, did not appear in the Fuyuan. However, from the Qingyuan in the east, the sound of the piano and flute ensemble came from the Qingyuan.
Lu Xiangsheng followed the sound and left
From afar, he saw Miss Wang playing the harp on the pond where she once took her children to experiment with water, fire, thunder, and boat crashing. Next to her stood a man in a Confucian scarf holding a flute.
When the song ended, the man picked up the thin book again and began to sing:
"It's two o'clock in the moonlight on the railing. It's easy to see someone else but hard to see someone else."
A letter came from the dynasty, asking me to reconnect with Feng Jing. I couldn’t see it before my eyes, and taught me how to remove the stains from my tears.
This raised a red flag and read the return date on the book carefully. The schedule should mention Changshan."
The man had only sung a few lines, and Wang Yuesheng, who was listening sideways, seemed to have found inspiration, and began to play the strings of the piano, playing a tune that was completely different from the one played by the piano and flute just now, but it fit perfectly with this folk song.
Lu Xiangsheng stood stunned.
Behind him, Zheng Haizhu, who came out from the shop to buy reed root juice to cool down the heat, could see clearly.
Zheng Haizhu stepped forward and said softly: "This is Mr. Zhang Dai from Shaoxing."
Lu Xiangsheng's stiff elbows relaxed and his forearms hung down.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
When he met Zhang Yanke's "Mr. Zhang" more than half a month ago, he naively thought from Wang Yuesheng's distant politeness that even if Wang Yuesheng's origins were ambiguous, he had nothing to do with Zhang Yanke.
Perhaps, Zhang Yanke's ancestors were related to Miss Wang's ancestors, and Master Yanke just came to save Feng Chen because of their old friendship.
Little did they know that Mr. Zhang in front of him was the "rightful owner".
The one who sings harmoniously with the luan and the phoenix, who only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals, is the right master.
Lu Xiangsheng sighed deeply in his heart. He turned to look at Zheng Haizhu.
This young lady, who had met for some legendary reason, but had become acquainted with each other as if they were old friends, handed over a bottle of fragrant reed root juice.
Lu Xiangsheng and others asked themselves, they could not blame Zheng Haizhu for not disclosing Mr. Zhang's existence to them from the beginning.
This woman is like this. She is very flattering when making money, but in front of the vague signs of changes in human relations, she waits and watches indifferently and does not get involved. It seems that no matter what the outcome, she has no intention of nodding or shaking her head.
In fact, in a sense, this performance of opposing the moralists made Lu Xiangsheng more and more adaptable.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lu Xiangsheng smiled at Zheng Haizhu and said: "Sister, this is the first time I know that the piano can accompany folk songs."
Zheng Haizhu also looked at him with a smile: "Everything is like this. Whether it is done well or not depends on the person doing it and whether it is suitable. Well, would you like to come with me and say hello?"
Lu Xiangsheng nodded.
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This summer, most of Zheng Haizhu's energy will not be focused on the emotional story of the male and female partners in the school.
She only spared a little time and led Zhang Dai to visit Huang Zunsu and his wife.
After all, in the eyes of most people, the Yuanpei teacher and the outer teacher are on equal footing, let alone working together as colleagues.
Yao's grandmother, who is the direct wife, is now the de facto second-in-command of the school. Zheng Haizhu arranged Zhang Dai's aunt in the school, so how could he not say hello to the Huang family's grandparents.
Fortunately, Zhang Dai had good emotional intelligence. He kept his attitude very low at first, but he was also honest, emphasizing that Wang Yuesheng was originally from a family of official craftsmen who worked for the court, and lamented that lovers cannot overcome the shackles of fate.
After such a bitter experience, Mr. Yao spoke first, saying that things often go wrong in the world, so leave a good relationship or two in Miss Zheng's school. You are soft-hearted, and Miss Zheng is not a cut-throat person.
As long as Miss Wang lives in peace, she will be fine.
Now that the relationship was straightened out, Zheng Haizhu immediately jumped up and hurried to Zhenjiang.
In order to implement the business of shipping insurance company as soon as possible.
In this era, more than 90% of people were illiterate. Naturally, ship bosses and sailors were illiterate. Those men sent by wealthy businessmen to transport goods may not even know a few words.
Therefore, Zheng Haizhu decided not to be too bookish and make a lot of insurance clauses at the beginning, but to follow Liu Bang's down-to-earth model of entering the customs and making a three-chapter contract. In the early days of the insurance company, the publicity was simpler.
"First estimate the value of the goods, and then consider the distance of the journey to get an amount of money. If anyone accepts this amount, if the ship capsizes and the goods are damaged, Zheng will pay for it."
The slogan is so popular
Speaking to the outside world in an easy-to-understand manner, when a cargo owner comes to inquire, Zheng Haizhu will take Zheng Shoukuan and talk to each other one by one.
For example, small boats or old boats are risky and require extra money.
Shipwrecks and fires are covered, and you have to pay extra.
If it gets wet, it will be ruined. It is impossible to recover the residual value of the goods, so you have to pay more.
If thieves steal the goods along the way, it's useless to pay more and it's not covered by the insurance.
At the same time, Wu Bangde, who did not appear in the trading company, followed the previous discussion with Zheng Haizhu to train and recruit male and female trackers, disguised themselves, and staged a scene of capsizing a ship, fishing for goods, shipping goods at a discount, and settling Zheng's claims in Zhenjiang.
Word spread among the cargo owners.
After about half a month of this, some clever Huizhou merchants and cargo owners began to inquire about underwriting, and then Huaiyang merchants followed suit.
What Zheng Haizhu is most worried about is not that people will imitate this model immediately. After all, people in this era are still a little nervous about the business of spending so much money, and they are more willing to use the money to buy real goods.
What she is wary of is insurance fraud. A reckless and evil ship boss may collude with the cargo owner's men to lie about the accident and swallow the cargo privately. Anyway, the insurance company will pay for it.
Zheng Haizhu discussed this hidden danger with Wu Bangndang, and Wu Bangndang responded directly that this is not a hidden danger, but an obvious danger.
"Miss Zheng, there is a saying among the people that cars, boats, shops, legs and teeth should be killed even if they are not guilty. We must not believe in the saying that every dog is slaughtered in a righteous manner, and the most ruthless person is a scholar."
Zheng Haizhu nodded and said: "The good and evil in the world are always crowded and emerge in endlessly. When we do business, we only see evil, so we don't dare to open the business. What we have to do is to punish evil with ruthlessness. The ones you brought
The spies are just practicing. If a danger occurs later and the cargo owner comes to claim compensation, the spies should go out to find out what the scene of the shipwreck is like, and whether there are any changes in the lives of the shipowners and sailors after the accident. If there is really a fraud, for our trading company
Those who restore their losses will be greatly rewarded."
After thinking about it, he said: "Hey, the word spy is not good, but the word scout is not good enough. The ten men and three women we raise are called intelligence agents."
Wu Bangde laughed: "It would be better to set up an intelligence bureau like the military warfare bureau, needlework bureau, and leather crafts bureau in the capital."
Zheng Haizhu didn't smile, but just stared at him: "Master Wu, what you said is exactly what I thought. Birds can also have great ambitions. I believe that one day we will build this secret guard-like organization.
It will definitely be of great use, not just for investigating insurance policies for us."
Wu Bondang's heart moved slightly when he heard the word "we two", but there was nothing strange on his face. Instead, he said straightforwardly: "Then the leader of this bureau must be me, right?"
Zheng Haizhu showed his face: "Yes, but the heads of the War Bureau, Needlework Bureau, and Weaving Bureau are all internal officials, and they are named admirals. How can Mr. Wu be compared with them? The people in our hands are called
Take your seat."
Wu Bond looked very satisfied: "This is a good name, it sounds like the owner."
The atmosphere was relaxed, and Zheng Haizhu finally decided to ask a question that had not been asked before.
"Master Wu, why haven't you married yet?"
When Wu Bond heard this, he softly said "hmm" with a rising tone.
Zheng Haizhu has paid great attention to his modalities since dealing with him.
Based on her limited experience in getting along with each other, Wu Bondang was accustomed to using a somewhat stunned tone of voice to cover up the state in which he was considering his answer.
This often means that the answer is not as commonplace as going to the Imperial College to buy a Confucian kerchief, such as "A man should establish a career first and then start a family" and other slogans that can't go wrong anyway.
Wu Bundang paused for a moment and said: "Originally, we should have married three or four years ago. She was the matchmaker of General Qi. She was the legitimate daughter of a general in Fushun. The general escaped from battle and many soldiers died. Li Yongfang gave
He was convicted and beheaded. His wife and daughter were sent to the capital and were not made official slaves."
Zheng Haizhu guessed that the answer was not very good, but he did not expect to hear the words "Li Yongfang".
There was a sudden change in her eyes, which made Wu Bond think that she was apologizing for her reckless inquiry.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wu Bond then took the initiative to add a few details about Qi Jin’s attempted rescue to show that he did not hate answering this question.
Zheng Haizhu realized that when dealing with the right group of civil servants and generals, opportunities like today would often come unexpectedly.
She then squinted her eyes, showing an expression of "I don't believe those nonsense", and said very bluntly: "How could I know that this Li Yongfang was not afraid of fighting on his own, and asked his subordinates to block the gun afterwards?"
Wu Bondang did not answer the call immediately.
Zheng Haizhu intercepted the other party's gaze sincerely: "I think it's very simple. The old man treats you as his own son, so how can he be careless about getting married? The in-laws he chooses will never be a rat. As for Li
Yongfang, I don’t know who he is, is he a civil servant sent by the imperial court to lead the troops?”
Wu Bond raised his eyebrows: "He is a military general. Your uncle, Mao Wenlong, never told you about this person?"
Zheng Haizhu shook his head: "No."
A weird smile appeared on Wu Bondang's lips: "Then I'll tell you the same thing, he is a rat."
Zheng Haizhu gave Wu Bondang a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart and thought to himself, yes, this Li Yongfang is not only a rat, but will also be the first senior general of the Jin Army after the surrender of the Ming Empire. Many of us in future generations will know that.
Zheng Haizhu continued to ask: "So, is this person still in office?"
"Yes, I'm still guarding Fushun."
Zheng Haizhu said: "If I remember correctly, is Fushun located to the east of Shenyang? Is it blocking the entrance to Houjin?"
Wu Bangde said: "Yes, not far to the east of Fushun Pass, there is a place called Sarhu. I heard that it is actually controlled by Nurhachi."
"So," Zheng Haizhu said with a frown, "How can you ask a rat to guard Fushun Pass?"
Wu Bondang sighed noncommittally.
Zheng Haizhu suddenly said coldly, half jokingly and half seriously: "If Li Yongfang has a precedent of being timid, I will definitely surrender the city to the Japanese."
Wu Bondang also expressed a similar tone: "There are too many things that can't be guaranteed in the future. If we can't guarantee it, we will be in Liaodong by then. Didn't Miss Zheng say last time that charging into battle is also killing, and assassination is also killing?"
Zheng Haizhu said seriously: "Master Wu, I really think that if such a general is allowed to guard Fushun Pass, it will be a big disaster. There is a famine in Shandong, and those farmers who were originally honest and honest and only know how to use a hoe will rebel. Now what if?
There is a famine among the Jurchens in Jianzhou, and they come directly to Fushun Pass with their bows and horses, what should we do?"
Wu Bangde stared at Zheng Haizhu and said meaningfully: "It's a pity that the place where you and I are sitting now is Zheng's Insurance Company, not the cabinet of the capital."
"Well, if we can't change people, why can't we kill people?" Zheng Haizhu smiled lightly, without a fierce tone.
Wu Bondang stood up: "It's too early to say this now. By the way, if you have any goods later, go to your Mao Shibo, I can help you escort them."
Zheng Haizhu pursed his lips: "That's a good idea. Bring a few intelligence agents. The accent of Yanzhou in Qingzhou is not too different from the accent of Jiaoliao."
