Qin Bo tightly grasped the round, smooth, white and beautiful thing in his hand. He originally wanted to say "so much", but when he reached his mouth, it turned into "so little".
As a school official, it is the basic requirement to be thick-faced and have a dark heart, and not to have a conscience.
If this thing is used as a tribute, it is indeed too much.
Two to three hundred is considered sincerity.
If you pay two or three thousand tributes, you will be your Majesty's most loyal minister.
But what we are talking about now is not tribute.
Naturally, the more things you bring to sell, the better.
Fortunately, Li Yi has been practicing in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many years, otherwise, he might have been frightened by Qin Bo.
"Qin School has a lot of things going on. We are the only ones in the world who have this thing."
"Now you are allowed to sell exclusively in Jiangdong. As long as we don't interfere, don't you have the final say on how much it will sell for?"
"And we have only just made this thing. What kind of charter is it? In the end, we still have to ask Mei San..."
"Ahem, what I mean is that these 30,000 to 40,000 pieces are a guaranteed number. If School Secretary Qin can really open up sales in Jiangdong, there will naturally be more and more in the future."
"On the other hand, if Qin School Affairs cannot be sold at a good price, then don't blame us for taking back the exclusive right..."
Of course, exclusive sales are possible.
But sales channels also need to be developed.
You cannot let the other side do whatever you want.
It was only after Mei Sansao learned the advanced knowledge from her brother's master that she figured out how to make white wax.
I heard that all wax-making materials are sourced from Nanzhong.
That is to say, Xinghanhui has been penetrating into Nanzhong over the years and initially built the Nanzhong logistics channel.
Coupled with the help of Meng Huo's daughter Huawan, we will make full plans next year and estimate that we will be able to make more than 40,000 pieces.
The palace ordered a batch of them, saying that they wanted to use them at court gatherings and banquets during festivals, but in the end they only got 500 of them.
The Prime Minister has always practiced frugality and should not be too extravagant.
On the other hand, these candles were originally intended to be used in the Wei State.
Unexpectedly, Wu Guo was the first to gain advantage.
How could Qin Bo know the twists and turns in this?
After listening to Li Yi's words, he nodded repeatedly:
"That's right. Otherwise, how can we say that the Xinghan Society can make such a big foundation?"
"Whoever can do this business and does it well, then let him do it. If he can't do it and still occupies his position, he is not the son of man!"
Doing business with a big man is a pleasure, this is how things should be done!
It's not like those aristocratic families in Jiangdong, who shouted "A gentleman is concerned with righteousness, and a villain is concerned with profit" and cursed the school administration for setting up checkpoints to collect taxes.
On the other hand, they were desperately trying to form a caravan in private, looking for ways to make money, but no one thought of paying taxes to His Majesty.
What really fell in love with his mother was not a thing, she was simply a dog pig, bah!
Although he did not get the food he wanted during this trip, Qin Bo was still satisfied.
Thirty or forty thousand, even thirty thousand, as long as the school office can be guaranteed to get the exclusive rights, as long as there is a steady supply of goods in the future.
Qin Bo believed that the status of the school affairs office was temporarily stable.
After these two years, we will get food, wool, brown sugar and other supplies from the Han Dynasty. Who can still shake the position of the school office in His Majesty's heart?
This visit to Li Yi was full of hope. Although there were some twists and turns, we returned home satisfied.
Also satisfied was Lu Hao.
After his trip to Liangzhou, Lu Hao paid close attention to this meeting with the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and he mentioned it several times intentionally and unintentionally about the way of governing the country.
On such issues, the Han rulers either talked in general terms and said nothing.
If you can't say it, then there are many things to say.
This further strengthened Lu Hao's opinion:
The Lord of Han seems to be kind, but he is actually just a mediocre person.
It was easy to say when Zhuge Kongming was alive.
Once Zhuge Kongming passes away, who will be able to fully control such an unparalleled intellect as Feng Mingwen?
You can’t expect Feng Mingwen to be the second Zhuge Kongming, right?
Just seeing that Feng Mingwen puts profit first in doing things, Lu Hao doesn't believe that he can be the second Zhuge Kongming.
With this in mind, after meeting the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, Lu Hao went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to bid farewell to the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty.
Unexpectedly, the last person to come out was the Prime Minister, Shi Yang Yi. He only said that the Prime Minister felt a little cold at the beginning of winter, was feeling unwell, and had not seen guests for a long time, so he came to see the envoy Wu on his behalf.
When Lu Hao first arrived in Hanzhong, it was a hot day and he met Zhuge Kongming.
At that time, I saw that the Han Dynasty Prime Minister had a sick face and his body looked very weak.
Unexpectedly, at this time, I got the news that the Prime Minister had not seen anyone for a long time.
He couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
Zhuge Kongming was only two years older than his elder brother (Lu Xun).
But because he was overworked, he looked a generation older than his brother.
Now he is very sick and frail, and it looks like he doesn't even have a few years to live.
I recall that twelve years ago, the Han Dynasty was almost destroyed after its defeat at Yiling.
It is precisely because of Zhuge Kongming's painstaking efforts over the years that it has achieved its current prosperity.
Such great talents are about to perish.
What a pity, what a pity!
While feeling regretful, Lu Hao was also a little lucky.
After all, with the current strength of the Han Dynasty, how terrible would it be if Zhuge Kongming was given another twelve years of life?
With extremely complicated feelings, Lu Hao and Yang Yi said some words of friendship between Wu and Han, and then left.
What he didn't know was that the Han Prime Minister, whom he had not seen, was in a room in the Prime Minister's Mansion at this time, receiving Li Yi who had come quietly.
Li Yi came here to report to Zhuge Liang the process and results of his meeting with Qin Bo.
The Han Prime Minister lay back in a large custom-made chair, covered with a fine velvet blanket, and coughed from time to time.
His extremely thin cheeks were deeply sunken.
His originally tall figure had become completely stooped.
Only those eyes were still shining, hinting that this old man who looked to be a frail old man was not as simple as he appeared.
After listening to Li Yi's report, the Han Prime Minister didn't have much expression on his face, he just nodded slightly.
After covering his mouth and coughing again, he said:
"I don't trust that boy for this kind of thing. Zhenlu uses Guan Zhong's skills to plot other countries. I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can compare with him."
"Whatever he wants to do, leave it to him. Remember to inform His Majesty when the time comes..."
This time Wu Guo asked for horses, which almost disrupted the Han Dynasty's progress in Guanzhong.
Fortunately, the boy knew what he meant and actually postponed the matter for two years.
Having said this, Zhuge Liang paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly:
"I'm really old and have low energy. I have forgotten about that kid..."
When Li Yi heard this, he quickly lowered his head.
Because the matter between Zhang Sisao and her brother is too complicated and the water is a bit deep, it is not something that I can comment on now.
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty said this without thinking, and he sighed again, "It's a pity that Wei Guo..."
Li Yi understood what the Prime Minister said.
Because of this batch of candles, my brother originally planned to use them on the State of Wei.
What the Prime Minister is most obsessed with right now is how to send his troops northward to seize Guanzhong from Wei.
According to the Prime Minister's past habit of personally taking care of all matters, no matter how big or small, I'm afraid it's not necessary to ask them in detail about matters like this dealing with the Wei State.
But now, I just casually said "Leave it to my brother" and let it pass.
As the Prime Minister himself said, his energy was greatly exhausted.
Nowadays, in addition to military affairs and some major affairs in the DPRK, the Prime Minister still intervenes.
The remaining daily political affairs are basically handled by the Shangshutai.
Zhuge Liang coughed again and looked at Li Yi:
"How is Governor Li's health these days? Is he okay?"
The Governor Li mentioned by the Prime Minister was naturally Li Hui, who had been recuperating in Nanxiang.
When Li Yi heard this, he quickly replied:
"Thanks to your concern, Your Excellency, I also contracted wind and cold after the winter, but I have recovered now. I am just a little afraid of the cold."
When the prime minister heard this, he couldn't help but sigh:
"The Southern Expedition happened just yesterday. I didn't expect De'ang to be so sick and weak."
When people get old, they just like to miss the past.
Then I remembered that Zilong had been critically ill several times. If it weren't for Nanxiang Medical College, he might have died long ago.
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel a little sad.
I wonder if I can still hope to stay in the old capital during my lifetime?
"Prime Minister?"
Li Yi saw something seemed a little off about the Prime Minister's face, so he couldn't help but shout tentatively.
Zhuge Liang forced a smile, wiped the moist corners of his eyes, and waved:
"Please come closer."
Li Yi stepped forward quickly.
"I've been feeling more and more dizzy lately and always forget something, so I have to make some preparations in advance."
"As soon as spring starts in February next year, I plan to send you to Liangzhou. The sooner the better. You must remember to remind me then."
Li Yi quickly agreed.
After Zhuge Liang finished giving instructions, he waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine.
Li Yi bowed quietly and then withdrew.
After he left the Prime Minister's Mansion, he heard someone shouting on the street:
"It's raining hail!"
Pedestrians on the street immediately became restless.
Li Yi was startled and looked up, only to see that the sky had become gloomy at some point.
A chirping sound could be heard on the roof of the house.
Rain and hail smaller than soybeans dispersed...
Hail in Hanzhong is extremely rare.
Many pedestrians stretched their necks and raised their heads to watch, and some even reached out to pick it up.
The rain and hail didn't last long, it just stopped making noise after a while, as if it was just telling the people that winter had arrived.
But after Li Yigang finished talking to the prime minister about his brother, he seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously looked to the northwest.
The winters of the past two years were actually quite normal, and the year before last was even warmer than previous years.
It seems that it will be much colder this year.
I hope there won’t be another white disaster in Liangzhou.
Because on the way to Liangzhou, the ice and snow usually melt in February, making it easier for pedestrians to walk at that time.
But caravans usually only set out in March, because the roads are easy to travel at that time.
The Prime Minister plans to send himself to Liangzhou as soon as spring starts in February, so he seems to be in a hurry.
Nothing that can make the Prime Minister anxious to do is a trivial matter.
And a white disaster that caught Liangzhou off guard would most likely affect the prime minister's plan.
Compared to Li Yi's worries, Governor Feng had a rare moment of leisure.
In the northwest, if conditions permit, cat winter is a comfortable thing.
It just so happened that Governor Feng's house had this condition.
Lift the pot, add the base ingredients, and turn on the heat.
On the table were mutton, venison, pork, dog, chicken, and duck...
The thin ones are cut just a little bit thinner than paper.
Han Long's meat-cutting skills are getting better and better.
For thicker meat, like the big chicken legs, you can actually see the light yellow fat under the chicken skin.
With the door wide open and the snowy scenery outside, eating hot pot is truly a beautiful thing in the world.
The Feng family and Zhao Guang were close friends. They had nothing to do in the winter, so whenever Zhao Guang had time, he would bring Huang Wudie over and have a good time.
Shuangshuang and Ah Chong are at an active age, and they like this kind of excitement the most.
Running around the table, chasing each other and laughing.
Ah Shun, who was placed in the car next to him, joined in the fun, dancing and giggling, as if to cheer up his sister and brother.
The crystal saliva kept dripping out...
Huang Wudie sat there with a big belly, calling Zhao Guang from time to time, and then looked at Guan Ji provocatively.
Zhao Guang was as happy as a pug. He never closed his mouth and only stuck out his tongue. He surrounded Huang Wudie and kept asking questions.
General Guan Da had a graceful demeanor and seemed to turn a blind eye to Huang Wudie's provocation. She wiped Ah Shun's saliva without a hint of fireworks, and then took a long look at Huang Wudie.
Zhang Xiaosi was not qualified to compete with the two big guys. She lowered her head and concentrated on mixing the dipping sauce, as if she could not see anything.
On the other hand, the two concubines of the Feng Mansion were nowhere to be seen.
Governor Feng, who was about to sit on the main seat, felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask:
"Where's Amei?"
Logically speaking, for this kind of family banquet, Li Mu would not say anything, but Amei would basically pick out the hot pot ingredients for herself.
"Didn't you send someone to rush you? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"
Guan Ji also felt a little strange and looked at Zhang Xiaosi who had been silent.
Zhang Xiaosi's eyes wandered, he glanced at Huang Wudie's big belly, and replied:
“I’ve urged it several times, but I said I don’t want to eat it.”
"Both of you don't want to eat?"
Feng Jishi picked up a piece of venison and put it in the hot pot, motioned for everyone to start, and asked a question at the same time.
"Yes, they all say they can't eat."
This is strange.
Governor Feng frowned and looked at Guan Ji.
Guan Ji shook her head slightly and said she didn't know. She looked at Zhang Xingyi again:
"There's nothing going on at home lately, right?"
Zhang Xingyi's little mouth was moving rapidly, and the meat in her mouth was so hot that she couldn't help but exhale:
"Ah Chong was lazy last morning and didn't get up to practice martial arts. Does that count?"
Ah Chong was so frightened that his face turned pale.
That means it's okay...
Governor Feng was even more confused. His backyard was always peaceful, so what happened to the two concubines?
After eating hot pot, Feng Jishi couldn't restrain his doubts and went to Amei's courtyard.
"Why don't you go to eat? Aren't you hungry?"
As soon as Governor Feng entered the room, he asked.
As soon as Amei saw Governor Feng coming in, she quickly came over to help take off his cloak.
While explaining in a soft voice:
"I have been feeling unable to eat for the past two days, and I just want to go hungry today..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly smelled the smell of hot pot on Governor Feng's body. Her expression changed, she covered her mouth and made a "vomit" sound!
"Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you let the medical staff come and take a look?"
Governor Feng quickly supported her and asked.
Amei had no time to answer, so she pushed Governor Feng away and vomited repeatedly.
Seeing her like this, Governor Feng's heart skipped a beat!
"Alang, don't come here, I can't smell your scent..."
Hearing Amei say such words for the first time, Governor Feng was not angry but happy.
He stretched his neck and asked carefully:
"Okay, okay, if I don't go over, you...are you pregnant?"
Amei finally stopped gagging, her face turned slightly red, and she nodded.
Governor Feng confirmed his thoughts and couldn't help rubbing his hands, surprised and happy.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You still kept it a secret?"
Amei lowered her head and explained softly:
"This hasn't been completely determined yet, so I want to wait a few more days before talking about it."
"What's so uncertain about this? It's definitely happening!"
After all, I am a father of three children, so I have experience.
"The smell on my body is too strong to stay here for a long time. You should have a good rest first, and I'll go change my clothes before I come back."
Feng Jishi smelled the smell on his body, fearing that he would pollute the air in the room if he stayed in there for too long, so he quickly comforted Amei and then withdrew.
As I retreated to the door, I suddenly remembered something:
"Do you know when you were conceived?"
Amei's face turned even redder, she lowered her head and said something.
If Governor Feng hadn't been listening carefully, he wouldn't have heard what Amei said:
"It should be the night when Alang said he wanted to have a good fight..."
Even Governor Feng, who was as thick as a wall, couldn't bear to say this, but he soon became excited:
"That Mu Niang..."
Amei was speechless and turned around and ran to the inner room.
Governor Feng stood blankly at the door for a long time before he clapped his hands and shouted:
"Hey! Hit, double shot!"
Then he suddenly remembered something very important: How should I explain this coincidence to Xijun?
More importantly, what will happen if Zhang Xiaosi finds out?
I remember that night, I left Zhang Xiaosi's room in a rage...
At this thought, Governor Feng's blood seemed to be suddenly frozen by the heavy snow...