In 1746, the third son broke the way of Feng Qingchen
Feng Qingchen and Mu Zhachi had an agreement that Feng Qingchen would take all the cattle and sheep from Mu Zhachi's tribe, including those from his surrounding troops.
Mu Zhachi provides Feng Qingchen with cattle and sheep on a monthly basis, which must not be less than 80,000 catties per month, and no less than 300,000 catties per season, and there is no limit to the amount.
Last year was the first time the two of them collaborated, and Muzhachi always kept up with the agreement and provided only a lot more fresh meat, but this year there were frequent problems.
In the first half of the year, it occasionally delayed for ten days and a half, and Feng Qingchen didn't care. The two places were far apart, and a heavy rain blocked the road. It was normal for the delay to be ten days and a half, or even a month, but this time
Once, it has been three months since delivery was delivered on time.
Chun Hue had written to Feng Qingchen before. Feng Qingchen was on his way back at that time. Feng Qingchen asked Chun Hue to contact Mu Zhachi and at the same time send someone to the grassland to find out if something happened to Mu Zhachi.
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As a result, no news came from the other side of the grassland. Even if the news of Mu Zhachi coming to Beijing arrived first, Feng Qingchen arranged today's meeting as soon as he received the news of Mu Zhachi coming to Beijing.
Seeing Mu Zhachi sitting across from him with a look of shame on his face, Feng Qingchen knew that the matter was beyond his control, and Mu Zhachi's thread might be broken.
"Chief Muzhachi, what happened?" Feng Qingchen sat down and asked straight to the point.
"Feng, Miss Feng." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chief Muzhachi's face, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Qingchen at all. In this way, Feng Qingchen still didn't understand anything.
"Let's be direct, who did it and what conditions were given to you." Although the cooperation between her and Muzhachi is secret, it is not impossible to find out if someone wants to find out.
Seeing Feng Qingchen like this, Mu Zhachi felt even more uneasy. He suppressed the guilt in his heart and said, "It's Young Master Cui. The price is 50% higher than yours, Miss Feng, and we don't need to give it away."
To put it into perspective, if they sell the same batch of meat to Feng Qingchen, they can only get 10,000 taels. If they sell it to Mr. Cui, they can get almost 20,000 taels, which is double the profit. They are stupid to refuse.
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"Third Young Master Cui? What a great gesture." Feng Qingchen sneered, his eyes suddenly brightened.
As for her, Mr. Cui was so chased by the killer that he didn't dare to go out. How could he not come back with revenge?
He was so cruel that he cut off her food.
"Miss Feng, yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it either. It's really..." If Feng Qingchen scolded him a few words, he would feel better, but Feng Qingchen didn't say a word, and he really felt uncomfortable.
At first, their cattle and sheep froze to death on the grassland, and it was Feng Qingchen who helped the tribe survive that winter. At that time, they had no doctor or myrrh on the grassland, so it was Miss Feng who sent cartloads of medicine there.
Doctors were sent to treat them, but now...
Their lives were better, but they kicked Feng Qingchen aside.
"In business, there is nothing wrong with you chasing high profits." Feng Qingchen interrupted Mu Zhachi. Just as Mu Zhachi breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Qingchen changed the subject and said sternly: "But,
Your sneaky behavior is really shameful to me. If you think the price is low, you can just raise it. If someone offers a high price, you should at least tell me so that I can be prepared and see if I can offer the same price. I can't outbid them.
I admitted it. But you kept silent, which made me think something happened to you, so I sent people to the grassland to look for you. You didn’t find me until you couldn’t hide it any more."
"Miss Feng, I, we don't want to either. It's actually that Third Young Master Cui, he... won't allow us." Mu Zhachi almost buried his head in his chest.
Prairie men have always been upright in their actions, but they really couldn't deal with Feng Qingchen in this matter. Not only did they betray their trust, but they also cheated Feng Qingchen.
"What's the use of all this now? You've caused me more than one and a half losses." She could have thought of a solution even if the other party was two months earlier.
It was winter now. Not only was there no grain to be harvested, but the cattle, sheep, and pigs could not be raised for a while. The grain reserves on her hands would not last until the new grain harvest next year.
When she thought of those tens of thousands of mouths, Feng Qingchen felt like she couldn't breathe. This kind of pressure was really extraordinary.
Seeing the sad look on Feng Qingchen's face, Mu Zhachi felt even more uneasy: "Miss Feng, this is our fault. We, we...we don't want the last batch of silver."
Every time Feng Qingchen pledges a batch of money to the other party, it is mainly to prevent the other party from reneging on his word, but what is the use of that money now?
"Business is not a good deal because you can't keep your promise, but I can't. You can go back to the accountant to settle the account, and the money will be given to you in full. I hope we can still cooperate in the future." Feng Qingchen felt so sick that he wanted to die, but
She can't hold back her words, after all, she can't cut off this path. Her people are trained very intensively and their intake of meat cannot be reduced.
"Miss Feng, thank you, thank you." Mu Zhachi lowered his head, not daring to look at Feng Qingchen, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Feng Qingchen sat alone in the flower room, holding her head and pressing her temples gently, with a sad look on her thin face.
Third Young Master Cui marked the way, and she would be sorry for herself if she didn't retaliate, but... the most urgent thing is to raise food, otherwise Shandong will be out of food in two months.
"Raising soldiers and horses is indeed a costly business." Especially since she can only get out and not get in, she doesn't have much money left on her books, and she won't be able to support those people if she continues like this.
Although the Lu family's batch of gold is in her hands, that batch of gold cannot be used for the time being. A large amount of gold flowing to the market will naturally arouse suspicion. If people follow it and find out, she will be the enemy of the Four Kingdoms and Nine Cities.
"Should I follow Uncle Nine Emperors' example and capture a city first and use the city's tax revenue to raise soldiers?" Raising soldiers and horses is a long-term expenditure, and she must have a stable income, otherwise she will not be able to support her for several years.
"But, which city should we attack?" Feng Qingchen went through all the nine cities in her mind, but with her current strength, she couldn't take any of them.
Feng Qingchen shook her head and smiled bitterly. She put down the idea for the time being and sat quietly in the flower room for a while. After confirming that no one could see anything from her face, she went downstairs.
Before walking down the stairs, someone blocked the way. Feng Qingchen looked at the person standing at the bottom and took the initiative to speak: "Fu Lin, no... it should be Lord Fu."
"You'd better call me Fu Lin. This sentence sounds weird to Master Fu." Fu Lin pointed to the seat by the window: "Sit down?"
"Okay." Feng Qingchen did not refuse and sat down with Fu Lin.
As soon as he sat down, two people brought wine and food. Feng Qingchen frowned: "I don't drink."
Er was about to change, but was stopped by Fu Lin: "It's just fruit wine, it'll be fine if you take a few sips. There's good news for you today. Because of this news, we should take a few sips."
"What good news do you need to drink to celebrate?" Feng Qingchen stopped blocking him and looked at Fu Lin indifferently, not seeming to be very interested in the good news he said.
Fu Lin didn't care. After pouring a glass of wine for the two of them, he picked up his own glass and started drinking. His words and deeds all showed the unpredictability of a magic stick, which aroused Feng Qingchen's interest. When Fu Linsan
After drinking the cup, Feng Qingchen finally asked...