Businessmen value profits more than separation. In this unlucky era, sometimes separation may be permanent. War, disease, wild beasts, thieves, and government will all be factors that prevent you from returning home. Therefore, Lu Qingqing has a thousand unwillingnesses.
Let Yunzheng leave.
Yun Er stood under the eaves, trying hard to hold his chest high. Everyone must learn to be an adult. Yun Er was no exception. During the days when Yun Da was away, he worked hard to help Lu Qingqing handle the family affairs.
Sometimes his idea would surprise Lu Qingqing, and he was once again sure that his brother-in-law was a child prodigy.
He himself took out the gold leaves that Yunda had sewn into his clothes, thinking that it was not necessary, and hung out with Su Shi and others all day long to learn from Su Xun. His studies progressed very quickly.
Su Xun felt extremely guilty towards Yun Zheng, believing that it was him who had caused Yun Zheng to change from a civil service to a military service. For this reason, Su Xun resigned from Zhang Fangping's staff and stayed at home all day to teach his children. It was here that he
Over a period of time, Yun Er received an extremely orthodox Confucian education, and the bad habits he had in the past gradually disappeared. Of course, this guy's obsession with bacon grew day by day.
Lu Qingqing was most worried about her belly. It was going to be a year since her wedding, but she had no good news, which made her mentally stressed. Fortunately, Yun Zheng didn't care, otherwise Lu Qingqing would collapse.
A night of fun made both of them very tired. It was originally a good thing that made both body and mind happy, but if it had a purpose, it would only make people feel tired...
"It's actually my fault that I don't have children. I don't blame you. Don't be sad. We are still young and we will have many children in the future." Yun Zheng stroked Lu Qingqing's ivory-soft body and put his mouth to Lu Qingqing's ear.
Said quietly.
"There is nothing wrong with you, and there cannot be anything wrong with you. It can only be my fault..."
The private conversations in the bedroom should only be known by the big moon outside the window, but Yun Zheng knew that there was another person who would know, and that person was Han Lin.
He clung to Yun Zheng like a shadow, unable to drive him away or throw him away. Xiao Lin just said something to Han Lin, and Han Lin kicked him and sent him flying. It looked like he had exerted all his strength.
Sometimes it may be embarrassing, such as now, but with Ge Qiuyan on the run, what Han Lin is doing now becomes a good thing. That ghost woman has gone crazy and tried to assassinate Zhang Fangping again and again, but in the end
They were defeated one by one by the guards, but Zhang Fangping's guards still lost three people to death. Thinking of the Maitreya Cult's magical power, Yun Zheng didn't think he could be unaware of the ghosts. What if the ghost woman found that Zhang Fangping was not easy to kill and turned to him?
It would be bad if you do it yourself.
In order to reduce casualties, Yunzheng did not allow Hua Niang and Mr. Peng Li to visit during this period, and he also made full preparations. Xanthium and the others had all returned to the Yun family from Sanglin.
Perhaps Yun Zheng was overthinking, but Ge Qiuyan looked down upon her as a sesame official. When Zhang Fangping was raiding the whole city, she still killed one of Zhang Fangping's aides, stabbing him through the throat with a sword, killing him cleanly.
The dark cloud of terror has been hanging over Chengdu Prefecture, and it has not subsided even when the oranges on the orange trees in Chengdu Prefecture that were lucky enough not to freeze to death have turned red.
Ge Qiuyan is Zhang Fangping's trouble, and Yun Zheng will not pay attention to it. Since he is a high-ranking official, he must be mentally prepared to be assassinated. He has long been used to it. He has been upright all his life and has done both good and bad things. He was assassinated.
It is also commonplace.
When Yun Zheng's caravan was about to leave Chengdu, Zhang Fangping came specially to see him off. In front of many people, he praised Yun Zheng as a young hero in Sichuan. This trip to Yinxinghe City will definitely bring silk fabrics to Sichuan. Open a new business avenue.
His tone was high and his words were sincere. He even shed tears when he talked about the difficult times of the silk merchants in Chengdu. Everyone could see that Zhang Fangping had high hopes for Yun Zheng's caravan.
Yun Zheng was miserable. Damn it, Zhang Fangping was trying to divert trouble. It would be weird if a brainless fool like Ge Qiuyan didn't come over and burn all the silk.
"Mr. Zhang, there are many dangers in this journey, so please don't create any more difficulties." Yun Zheng said in a low voice as he thanked Zhang Fangping with tears in his eyes.
Zhang Fangping chuckled and said: "This is a test. If you can't even pass the Ge Qiuyan test, don't go to Yinxinghe City to lose face. If you go, you will die."
The people around Zhang Fangping still have the same abominable behavior that seems to be smiling but not smiling. Yun Zheng was used to Li Daitao's tactics and now he was returned as is. However, Zhang Fangping was kinder and only talked about Yun Zheng's importance and did not mention his annihilation of Zhao Gongshan. .
Seeing Yun Zheng looking at him, Zhong E smiled and took out a token from his arms and put it in Yun Zheng's hand without saying a word, but this token was very important. Zhongjia operates Huanzhou, Hengshan first-line number For ten years, his personal token was more effective than the official will there. With such convenience, Yun Zheng would not refuse it.
"Bring back a lot of money!" This was Old Man Liang's farewell words.
"Sell all the silk in Chengdu!" These were Old Man Lu's farewell words.
"Don't forget your homework, Zhang Fangping can't cover the sky with one hand!" This was Mr. Peng Li's advice.
"This is the time for a man to make great achievements!" These were the words of encouragement from Su Xun, the guy with no brains.
"Bring me two Xixia beauties!" Zhou Tong shouted at the top of his lungs with his classmates when he saw all the big guys leaving.
Yun Zheng was in no mood to pay attention to this bastard's nonsense. He looked at Lu Qingqing, who was standing on the roadside holding Yun Er's hand, smiled, and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Let's go!"
Liang Ji flicked a whip and drove the mule cart to take the lead, and the entire convoy walked slowly towards the main road. The monkeys and the stupid cows roared and had fun on the main road, and they were all dressed up. Very capable.
Lao Liao and Han Lin were sitting in the carriage, chatting with each other. They looked very happy, but strange to say, Han Lin could talk well with others except that he was not good to Yun Zheng and Xiao Lin. He spent his whole life in the Song Dynasty. Running around the land, he is very knowledgeable. No matter what he says, he can pick up the conversation and turn a small talk into a lively one.
This is a skill that Xiaolin doesn't have, so Xiaolin doesn't laugh either. Yun Zheng asked him to take care of the Yun family's children. For safety reasons, he also left Xanthium behind, and only brought the four bean pastes with him. Old Man Zhai followed him to the distant Xixia. In Yun Zheng's view, the lives of Lu Qingqing and Yun Er were much more precious than his own.
The caravan is extremely large. The goods in it are not only Yunzheng's own, but also silk from the Liang family, the Lu family, the Huang family and the Zheng family. The goods of the four families have accounted for 60% of Chengdu's silk production. , although not all of them were taken out this time, only a part of the goods were taken out for exploration, and the amount was already extremely shocking.
The caravan of 500 people, both the drivers and the guards on both sides, were carefully selected from the Jiazi Camp. Such a large-scale caravan was already very rare in the Song Dynasty. If it weren't for Zhang Fangping's customs defense,
Dayin, it is estimated that he will be surrounded and suppressed by the army after leaving Chengdu.
The caravan was walking on the winding road, and Yun Zheng naturally lay down on a mule cart filled with silk. The Lu family's housekeeper, Lao Liu, was an acquaintance and smiled as he brought a small bag of sweet almonds over.
, asked Yun Zheng in a low voice: "Uncle, do you think we can sell all these silks when we get to Yinxinghe City this time? This old slave always feels embarrassed. Those savages don't know the benefits of silk at all, and they don't know how to do it.
When the cutting is in their hands, why should everything be ruined?"
Yun Zheng ate the almonds and looked into the distance and said to Lao Liu: "If you were selling almonds, would you be able to control whether others fried or pickled the almonds after they bought them?
Silk had many explanations and cutting methods in the Song Dynasty, but when it got into the hands of Tubo and Xixia savages, even if they tore it into small strips and hung them around their necks, it had nothing to do with us. Speaking of which, Lao Liu, I almost forgot
, have you prepared the silk scraps I asked you to prepare? They will be of great use then. I really can’t get rid of the pieces of silk."
"It's ready, uncle, there's a big cart. What do you want these scraps of materials for? Do those savages know if you can embroider on scraps of materials?" Since Old Liu received the errand to follow his uncle to Yinxinghe City, he
I received many strange orders, such as searching all over the world for a hand-wide and four-foot-long piece of scrap silk, which was one of them.
Yun Zheng smiled and didn't answer. He couldn't say that he wanted to make the most original hada and give it to the Tubo people. Those honest Tubo people's respect for the gods was almost immersed in their bones. He only needed to offer the hada to the Buddha first, and then
Pass on this noble etiquette to ordinary people, and by the time you come back, the market will be almost cultivated, right?
Many bad habits in life need to be cultivated carefully, such as tearing silk into shreds and hanging them around the neck, tying them to prayer flags, and placing them in the hands of the Buddha. When visiting relatives, calling Tashi Delek and shredding them
Silk hangs around the leader's neck.
Yun Zheng knew very well that since Basiba hung the hada around Genghis Khan's neck, the Tubo people tore up countless pieces of silk and satin in the years to come.
Etiquette is expensive. When a person gives luxury goods a new mission and meaning, it becomes more important than eating and sleeping. The noble Hada, the pure meaning, and the noble etiquette have all become possible in Yunzheng.
Tools for making money.
This is a gift left to Yun Zheng from later generations. When a sign is placed at the door of the temple saying that the price of incense must be no less than two yuan, what else in this world cannot be desecrated or sold?
As a villain of the Song Dynasty, Yun Zheng didn't mind preemptively introducing Hada, a ritual born out of primitive religion. No matter what, he could at least increase the sales of silk in Sichuan. (To be continued)