Gao Zhixing hurried forward and bowed to the ground.
Among the three, Li Daozong had the highest title and most distinguished status. Naturally, he was walking in front. When he saw Gao Zhi saluting, he hurriedly stepped forward, helped him up, and said warmly: "This is not a court, we are just talking about personal friendship."
That’s fine, no need to be too polite.”
That's what I say, but who dares to be rude?
Gao Zhixing had a somewhat strict temperament and was not as smooth as his brothers. He insisted on saluting, and then admitted the three of them to the hospital.
After placing a stick of incense in front of the spirit, Gao Zhixing invited the three of them to a side hall and said, "It's going to be dinner time soon. There is still a banquet in the house. Please stay and enjoy it with the three of us later."
Since we were here to sit down for the night, there was no reason to just click and leave. The three of them nodded in unison and followed Gao Zhi to the side hall.
Gao Zhixing opened the door, and the three of them entered the hall, but they were all stunned.
The two people in the hall and the three people at the door looked at each other...
Li Daozong looked stunned at first, then laughed, clasped his fists and said, "It turns out it's Duke Zhao and Duke Song, sorry to bother you."
After saying this, without waiting for the two people in the hall to speak, he lifted up his robe and walked inside.
Ma Zhou never spoke much on such occasions. He only gave a slight salute and followed Li Daozong in.
Fang Jun glanced at Gao Zhixing and felt strange in his heart. It seemed that the guests who came to express their condolences were inevitably a bit awkward with each other, so everyone would look for colleagues with whom they had a good relationship. The host should also pay special attention to the guests when entertaining them.
Try to stagger the placement of groups of people.
Otherwise, if Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling, who had previously fought fiercely, were arranged to sit together, everyone would not be able to live in peace...
A scholarly family like the Gao family would never make such a mistake easily.
Since there was no mistake, it was intentional...
Gao Zhixing stood at the door. When he saw Fang Jun looking at him but not entering the house, he felt a little sorry and said: "It's all my fault for being reckless. I've been so dizzy all day long that I forgot that Duke Zhao and Duke Song were resting here...
Otherwise, why don't you find another elegant apartment?"
Fang Jun smiled.
He had no problem with it, but Li Daozong and Ma Zhou definitely disagreed.
Everyone is a little awkward with each other, so it is naturally awkward to be in the same room. It is easy to avoid everyone in advance. But now that we have met, there is no reason to turn around and retreat... This high level is definitely intentional.
As for the purpose...it doesn't seem difficult to guess. Just seeing that Changsun Wuji and Xiao Yu were hiding in this side hall, and there were no maids on either side, we could guess something.
Fang Jun said: "How dare you trouble Brother Shi? You can just ask the two princes for advice, so I won't bother Brother Shi. Just go and get busy."
Gao Zhixing said: "In that case, let me ask the young master of the house to come in. The banquet will be prepared later, and I will order someone to bring it over. This will save you all from running back and forth. There are many people in the house now, so I hope you can take care of me."
Fang Jun said: "It's easy to talk about."
Gao Zhixing bowed to several people in the hall and apologized, then turned and left.
Fang Jun looked around. Several servants of the Gao family retreated with Gao Zhixing, not even a single slave was left behind.
Haha, they are all old foxes...
…
There were candles burning in the side hall, making it bright.
Fang Jun turned around and closed the door, walked into the hall, knelt down next to Xiao Yu, glanced at Changsun Wuji, and said with a smile: "You two secretly have a tryst here, is it possible that you have something to hide from others?"
What you do cannot be shown in front of others?"
Ma Zhou was already accustomed to Fang Jun's style, and he had seen him quarrel with Chang Sun Wuji before. He was used to it, so he just bowed his head and made tea and turned a deaf ear.
Changsun Wuji looked at Fang Jun and was furious. He snorted angrily and said displeasedly: "No matter how big or small you are, this is how your father taught you to speak?"
Li Daozong rarely saw Changsun Wuji express such joy and anger, and he was a little surprised. He thought that Fang Jun's words were certainly irritating, but there was no need to be so rude, right? He looked at Fang Jun with interest.
, I want to see if he dares to fight to the end with Changsun Wuji.
The two families are now at loggerheads, and it has long been known to everyone...
Fang Jun smiled, took the tea cup from Ma Zhou, and said slowly: "Of course my father didn't teach you this way. He always believed in doing more, talking less, and striking out later. In situations like this, he would only teach me to take action when it's time to take action."
Take action instead of just using your words."
As he said this, he turned the teacup in his hand and looked at Changsun Wuji with evil intentions.
Xiao Yu was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Fang Jun's arm, smiling bitterly: "You are really reckless, this is Duke Shen's mansion, and they are having a funeral, so don't mess around!"
He was really afraid that Fang Jun would throw the tea cup in his hand at Changsun Wuji's face, saying that his father Fang Xuanling taught him to "take action when it's time to take action." Wasn't it that Fang Xuanling was forced into panic by Changsun Wuji that day?
, a teacup was thrown on Changsun Wuji’s face, causing Changsun Wuji’s face to blossom and he lost all face?
Fang Jun is a tough guy, there is nothing he wouldn't dare to do...
Fang Jun shook his head and said, "That won't work. I won't offend others unless they offend me. If anyone demolishes my platform, I will demolish their house."
Changsun Wuji's face was gloomy and furious. He didn't want to sit down for a moment. Facing this bastard Fang Jun always made him lose his composure. His usual restrained cultivation was completely useless. A few words could easily do it.
It made him very angry.
Ma Zhou nodded slightly towards Xiao Yu, Li Daozong and said: "I am a little tired and lack of energy. I will go back to the mansion to rest and say goodbye for now."
Several people stood up quickly to see each other off.
Fang Jun, however, sat still and brought the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip. Changsun Wuji, however, did not even look at him, stood up and walked out of the side hall.
Watching Changsun Wuji leave quickly, several people looked at each other in confusion.
Xiao Yu was a little embarrassed, cupped his fists and said: "I just remembered that there are still some chores waiting to be dealt with in the house, so I will leave for now..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Jun said slowly: "There is one thing that I think should be made known to the Duke of Song."
Xiao Yu was stunned, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "I really have something to do. If Erlang has something to say, you can come to the house another day."
Fang Jun chuckled and said, "If it's too late, I'm afraid Song Guogong will regret it."
Xiao Yu had no choice but to understand that the conversation between him and Changsun Wuji might have been overheard by someone from the Gao family, and he had already informed Fang Jun.
At present, the Jiangnan gentry can be regarded as a solid backing, but from another perspective, the Jiangnan gentry relies more on Fang Jun. The increasingly prosperous sea trade is almost entirely monopolized by the Jiangnan gentry, even the Guanlong nobles, seven sects and five sects.
These powerful family members who wanted to get their hands on the huge profits from the sea trade had to go through the Jiangnan noble clans and negotiate for alliance. However, the lifeblood of the entire sea trade was firmly in Fang Jun's hands.
The Royal Navy was created by Fang Jun. From top to bottom, they are all Fang Jun's men. Even if Fang Jun is nestled in Chang'an, the entire Royal Navy still obeys his orders. As the most powerful force on the ocean, Anyone who wants to make profits from sea trade cannot do without the support of the Royal Navy.
Vice versa, if the Royal Navy does not allow any family to continue maritime trade, then that family will have no choice but to cut off this avenue of making a fortune.
Not even smuggling!
At present, Fang Jun, as the emperor's minion, is exerting all kinds of pressure on the Guanlong nobles. How can he watch the Guanlong nobles and the Jiangnan nobles unite?
Xiao Yu secretly sighed in his heart. He thought that the strength of the Jiangnan nobles had increased sharply and that they could have both sides. However, he did not expect that they were still rats in the bellows, suffering from both sides...
With a wry smile, he could only sit back and said helplessly: "Erlang has something to say, but please speak out."
Fang Jun sat as steady as a mountain, holding a teacup in his hand, and said calmly: "Tomorrow, Duke Zhongyuan will submit a memorial to Your Majesty, imploring the imperial court to open ten salt farms in Qing, Lai, Deng, Mi, Hai, Chu, and Yang states. , in order to alleviate the problem of insufficient salt and soaring prices in Mobei and Hebei. In the opinion of the following officials, Your Majesty will probably give permission. However, the location of the salt farm and the specific number of salt farms that need to be opened are still open to discussion... I don’t know whether the Song Dynasty public What do you think?"
Opening ten salt farms... Xiao Yu was completely stunned.
Now that the Tang Dynasty has a vast territory and a booming population, the demand for salt is increasing year by year. Although there are salt ponds and well salt in the northwest, southwest and other places, the output is too small and difficult to mine. Compared with sea salt, the output and quality are far behind. Far worse.
Who doesn’t know that the mountains of snow-white salt grains piled up in the salt field in Huating Town are like mountains of gold and silver? Every year, there is an endless stream of truckloads of salt transported from Huating Town to Guanzhong, Longxi and other places. Those Jiangnan families who originally contracted the salt field There may still be some resentment, but to this day, Fang Jun has long been worshiped as an ancestor.
That is tremendous wealth!
Xiao Yu's mouth was full of bitterness.
With the Royal Navy strangling Haimao's neck, and the locations of ten salt farms yet to be decided... Fang Jun has a whip in one hand and meat pie in the other, what other choice does Xiao Yu have?
If he rejects Changsun Wuji, his eldest son Xiao Rui may face a miserable end, but if he rejects Fang Jun, it is very likely that the foundation of the entire Xiao family will be broken when he wakes up early tomorrow morning...