"I still have some money on me!" Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously reached for it in her arms.
But then, she realized something was wrong. This was not Mount Emei, and the people sitting opposite were not the senior sisters in the door, but Senior Brother Song, whom she had just met for a day.
Touching money in your pocket in front of a man is too indecent.
If senior brother thinks that he is a dissolute person and is deliberately trying to seduce him, that will be really embarrassing!
Song Xuan waved his hand indifferently and said: "I am not short of small money, but what I am short of is hundreds of thousands or millions of big money."
Zhou Zhiruo asked curiously: "Brother, what do you need so much money for? Although martial arts practitioners spend a lot more than ordinary people, but it's not that exaggerated, right?"
Song Xuan blinked, pondered for a moment, and said tentatively: "If I said that I wanted money for rebellion, I don't know, would you believe it?"
"Believe it!" Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo was not surprised at all, but said matter-of-factly: "My master has two major ambitions in his life. One is to wipe out the demon sect and avenge the master's past.
The second is to expel the Mongolian Tatars and restore our Han family.
Senior brother, you have this ambition, how can Zhiruo not believe it?"
Hearing this, Song Xuan smiled heartily and said: "Very good, you are very good!"
With that said, he continued: "No matter what happens in the future, as long as you don't take refuge with the Tatars, I will accept you as my friend!"
"Brother, don't underestimate me!" Zhou Zhiruo's face became serious, and although her voice was soft, her tone was inexplicably heavy: "Even if my father died in the hands of the Tatars, how could he be the kind of person who considers thieves as his father?
thing!"
"I made a mistake!"
Song Xuan apologized and loosened the hand holding the sword in his sleeve robe without leaving a trace.
For the time being, this Zhou Zhiruo, who is still a newbie in the world, lacks experience and is a bit simpler.
But it doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to rebel, we will be good friends!
Such a good thug will go to waste if you don't use it!
Soon, the maids brought wine and food to the table. Song Xuan was not polite. After a few polite words, he started to eat.
Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head to eat the rice in the bowl, but she looked at him from the corner of her eyes from time to time.
Senior Brother Song has a large appetite and eats very quickly, but his eating style is very elegant and not rough at all. In a short time, he ate several large bowls of rice with the dishes.
I knew that Senior Brother Song was very handsome before, but now when I looked carefully, I saw that Senior Brother Song's handsome face looked even more majestic and jade-like under the candlelight!
Especially when I think of today, the graceful figure of my senior brother with one man and one sword, like a swordsman coming to this world, killing all the Tatar cavalry,
Inexplicably, she felt that her cheeks were slightly hot.
After the meal, maids came to clean up the dishes, and one of them led Zhou Zhiruo to the room where he stayed.
After he left, Song Xuan drank tea and said calmly to the door: "Come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, middle-aged man with a sword at his waist and a sword scar at the corner of his eye walked in quickly.
"Tell me about the recent situation!"
"yes!"
The man said respectfully, "Sir, now we have eleven businesses in Jianghuai and other places, mainly escort agencies, cloth shops, and inns. The daily net profit is about two thousand taels!"
Song Xuan shook his head and said: "Not enough!"
"It's not enough!" The man said with a bitter smile: "Young Master, the Tsing Yi Guards under your command are spread all over the provinces. There are now more than 3,000 people. In addition to practicing martial arts every day, these people also need to inquire about information. These are all necessary
Spend money.
In addition, you also request to recruit craftsmen from all over the country, and also research and develop firearms. Firearms cost more money than training warriors.
At this rate of consumption, it won't last more than a few months.
Young Master, how about we slow down the matter of firearms first?"
Song Xuan shook his head and said: "This matter cannot be delayed! Every time we delay for one year, the people of the world will suffer for one more year!"
When the man heard this, he looked at the young master with a look of fanaticism in his eyes and said respectfully: "It's a humble position, it's too simple to consider!"
Song Xuan waved his hand, "You've done a great job!"
While he was speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his eyes were deep, and his eyelashes opened and closed, as if he could see the moon through the clouds, and his whole person became brighter.
"Lao Liu, tell me, in this world, which business can make the fastest money?"
In order to complete the mission of the Bronze Mirror, he killed ten bandit villages.
But to be honest, in this era, even bandits don't have much wealth in the village.
The slightly more powerful wealthy families kept dead warriors and even enshrined warriors in their homes, and bandits did not dare to provoke them at will.
The only people they can rob are ordinary people or passing merchants.
But how much profit can these people squeeze out?
"Sir, if you want to make money quickly, it's from brothels, casinos and smuggled salt!"
When he talked about money, the man named Lao Liu suddenly became interested and said repeatedly: "Among them, selling private salt brings in money the fastest! Let's not talk about it far away, let's just say that these eight Jianghuai families are all very wealthy.
Which enemy country doesn’t have smuggled salt behind its back?
It is said that their annual silver turnover is measured in millions of taels!"
Song Xuan tapped his index finger on the table and asked: "Don't get involved in the brothel, casino or anything like that. But the salt merchant's business, can we get involved?"
"It's not easy!" Lao Liu shook his head and said, "Young master, you also know that the Mongolian Tatars only know how to use force to oppress. Even if they conquer the world, they don't know how to govern the country at all.
Therefore, in terms of governing the country, power was delegated to local officials.
The Tatars implemented a tax farming system. As long as the provincial governments paid taxes to the court on time every year, as long as the local governments did not directly rebel, the court would not bother to interfere with whatever officials did.
Because of this, the local gentry had great power, and they even had armies that could be mobilized at any time!
And the eight major Jianghuai families control the salt industry and breed desperadoes, and they have the power of the government behind them. If we rashly get involved, we will probably find troubles overtly and covertly in a few days!"
Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, is it feasible if we directly kidnap the Hangzhou magistrate and force him to open a back door in the salt trade?"
"This is not impossible." Lao Liu shook his head and said: "I know that the young master is very powerful and has the ability to kidnap the prefect, but to be honest, instead of kidnapping a prefect, it is better to kidnap the patriarch of a big family in the Jianghuai area.
The energy of these big families is much stronger than a prefect or something."
Song Xuan thought for a moment and said: "We will discuss this matter later. For the time being, we will focus on safety. Regarding the money, I will think of other ways.
I’m not worried about anything else. The main thing is that if the various craftsmen I’ve managed to collect over the past two years are gone, I’ll be heartbroken!”
Although this world is a world of martial arts, warriors cannot compete head-on with large-scale armies.
The future is the age of firearms.
Those craftsmen had a low status in the eyes of the imperial government, but in Song Xuan's eyes, every one of them was a treasure.
If someone dies for no reason, he will feel distressed for a long time!
As for lack of money?
If that doesn't work, then he can only pretend to be a member of the Demon Cult, find a few wealthy people, rob the rich and give to his poor!