Zhang Dongyao no longer wants to participate in those conspiracies. He just wants to use himself as a powerful soldier. Only in this way can his heart be at peace. Eleven thousand and twenty-one brothers, follow him into the gate of hell!
His eyes were in a trance, and he could hardly hear what those people were saying, and he was unwilling to listen. He was a pure general, and conspiracy and trickery were really not his forte.
He just wanted this year's spring to come as soon as possible, no matter whether this spring smelled of blood or not, he just wanted to end it all as soon as possible. Every day he stayed, guilt kept cutting into his heart like a knife.
The spring breeze usually blows from the far south. When the warm breeze blows from the sea, the city of Guangzhou has already begun to be busy in the new year. Countless silks and porcelain will be shipped from this largest seaport in the world.
After being shipped and sent along the coastline to the distant food country, those merchants who clamored endlessly even wanted to see the more distant world.
Guangzhou transshipment envoy Yu Jing coughed lightly while writing furiously. This year's maritime trade was very prosperous. The contribution of the Song Dynasty Bank cannot be denied. The rapid circulation of coins accelerated the prosperity of commerce. Originally, it could only be done every year.
What was once a business trip can now be done twice or even three times.
Guangzhou is a place with evergreen trees all year round. There is a very large banyan tree in front of Yu Jing's window. For many years, lying down and listening to the sound of rain hitting leaves has been one of the old man's few hobbies.
"What Zhang Tiezui said is so accurate. I'm really going to die in office in Lingnan." Yu Jing put down the pen in his hand and said to Yu Wenjing, the prefect of Guangzhou, with a smile.
Yu Wenjing said angrily: "You now eat three bowls of dry rice, a big fish, and a pot of vegetables for each meal. You are as energetic as a young man. I am the same age as you. I have to get up three times a night. I didn't even say you would die. You
How can you say death?"
Yu Jing chuckled and said, "I'm just hanging on for breath. No matter what, I'll borrow your good words and let me pick a piece of Lingnan spring scenery to pray for Your Majesty!" After saying that, he reached out and picked a new piece of hair from the hanging root of the banyan tree outside the window.
The tender leaves were carefully sandwiched in the letter, sealed the envelope and gave it to Yu Wenjing, saying: "The man-eating warship appeared at the mouth of the river with unknown intentions. I have informed the army to expel it. If there is resistance, kill it!"
Yu Wenjing smiled and said: "The cannibals are not satisfied with the ships going north to carry food, so they threaten you. You are really looking for death. You are getting older and stronger. Do you really want to fight?"
Yu Jing stroked his long beard and smiled and said: "I learned this skill from Yun Zheng. No matter whether the barbarian is reasonable or not, when we can fight, we will attack first. After fighting, we can convince people with our fists."
It goes far beyond words, not to mention that Hu Shang's ships must carry food when they go north. This is a national policy that cannot be changed. How can he change it with just three or five warships?"
Yu Wenjing laughed and said: "You can really do it with a hundred and ten elite naval forces ready to deal with five of my ships."
Yu Jing chuckled and said: "I drove a warship to discuss things with me. Who can complain? Don't add your name to this document. Everyone knows that I am an old rogue now. You should be a good bachelor of Wenge University."
Don’t be embarrassed.”
Yu Wenjing gave a bitter smile, took the document and stood up to say goodbye. Nowadays, everyone knows that Lingnan is rich and Guangzhou has long been a battlefield for various forces to compete. As the prefect of Guangzhou, I really don't have much binding force on those people.
He is the leader of Guangzhou, but he has to rely on the power of Yu Jing, the transport envoy, which makes me feel sad just thinking about it.
Ba Baili hurriedly left with the letter with a hint of green, and it seemed that he also took away the endless spring in Lingnan. The pace of the fast horse seemed to be unable to catch up with the speed of the spring breeze. No matter where he went,
Everywhere is full of life.
When the swan geese flew over Lu Huiqing's head, he just glanced at it and continued to calculate the account books in his hand. The power of the Prince Consort's Mansion was very easy to use. The manufacturing workshops in Suzhou City were now in mourning.
With the cooperation of the six largest weaving workshops, most of this year's spring silkworm procurement has been completed. Although those spring silkworms have not yet spun silk, the money for purchasing cocoons has already fallen into the pockets of silkworm farmers. This means that by the time all workshops are ready to start operations,
At that time, except for the six largest workshops, no one else could use silk...
The price of silk this year is 10% higher. Lu Huiqing plans to wait until those workshops are exhausted before selling the silk to small workshops at a 20% increase. After those people finish reeling, he will lower the price of silk. If it can be reduced by 20%
If the acquisition is successful, the profit from silk alone this year will exceed the entire profit from weaving workshops in previous years, and the bulk of the profit from silk trading will be made, and silk has not yet begun to be woven.
I felt severe pain in my abdomen, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell down my forehead. After a while, the account book made of bamboo paper was wet. The clear lines of the accounts were soaked in sweat and turned into large lumps.
Ink marks.
The pain came and went quickly. After the pain subsided like a tide, Lu Huiqing panted like an old cow, looked straight at the blurred handwriting and murmured to herself: "I'm afraid I can't wait."
It’s time to bear fruit…”
Turning over hard, he stared blankly at the two swallows making a nest in the mud under the house. Seeing that the two swallows were about to build their nest, they landed in front of the window and jumped happily and chirped towards the new Lu Huiqing.
Neighbors say hello.
An unknown anger rose from Lu Huiqing's heart. He grabbed the inkstone on the table and threw it at the swallow in front of him. The swallow flew away in panic. Lu Huiqing, who was still angry, found a bamboo pole from outside and frantically
He smashed the nest that the swallows had just built until the two swallows chirped crazily at him. Then he returned to the room with satisfaction, opened the account book again and looked at it carefully.
"Thirty-six thousand guan. There is a 16-day unsupervised period from Wuzhong to Jinling. During this time, the accounts of the Princess Mansion are in balance, and the accounts of the bank are also in balance. Only the money is free.
Yes, what does the accounting room in the Princess Mansion do for food? If someone takes it away during this period, who can find out?"
Lu Huiqing sneered and was about to write down this shortcoming, but as soon as the tip of the brush touched the account book, he stopped again, smiled, closed the account book again, and prepared to go outside for a walk.
The spring water in Suzhou at the end of February is green, and countless small boats are roaming in the rivers. Those diligent boat ladies and fishermen have already begun to return to their voyages, singing soft songs, and they don't know if they have harvested today.
The boat girl, who rolled up her trouser legs and exposed a section of her fair calf, saw Mr. Chu slowly wandering by the water and kept saying hello to this nice man. Even though Mr. Chu was sick, he was the most beautiful person here.
A popular person, he would always help the boat girls who couldn't sell their fish. As long as those boat girls still had fish that hadn't been sold out in their cabins, they would often beg for help from Mr. Chu.
The soft-hearted Mr. Chu would always buy the fish in their cabin with a smile, often without even asking the price.
Hearing the boat girl's call, Lu Huiqing stopped and said with a smile: "Yan Niang! Is the catch today good?"
An extremely charming boat girl pushed her boat over with all her strength, and proudly took out a fish basket from the cabin and said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Chu, my family caught the black dragon fish today. It is the most delicious when used to make soup."
, when I saw Mr., I rushed after him."
Lu Huiqing smiled and said: "I'm so sorry, Yan Niang, is your husband on the boat? If so, please ask him to help me pack this fish. I plan to go to the river to relax."
Yan Niang sneered and said: "Sir, you are really an old master. When you board my boat, you always ask the devil in my family, isn't the fish soup cooked by my family not delicious?"
Yan Niang said this, but she pushed the boat over in a polite manner. A man set up the gangplank with a smile and helped Lu Huiqing get on the boat. Lu Huiqing took off a small wine gourd from her waist and handed it to the boat girl.
, and asked her to warm up the wine. The boatman had already carried the fish and was going to the bow to clean it up and serve wine to Mr. Chu.
The boat rowed through the green waves and gradually left the noisy crowd. Lu Huiqing took her long Xiao and whistled a sad tune. Yan Niang blinked her watery peach blossom eyes, wondering why Mr. Chu
would be so sad.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking. Every spring, when Lu Huiqing takes his family on an outing, he still clearly remembers how his little children happily ran and chased each other on the grass. Now, everything has come true.
Empty Yazhou! Has there ever been such a spring day?
Matching the sound of the flute was the cry of blood from a pair of swallows, which were flying up and down around the boat. The boat girl could not understand the accusations of the swallows, and thought it was Mr. Chu's flute that made the swallows sad, so,
On the Suzhou River, there is another poignant legend...
The spring breeze could not blow into the tall imperial city, and the weeping willows on the sunny slope of the Bian River clung to it. The plum blossoms in the imperial city began to wither. After the heavy palace doors were blown open by the spring breeze, dozens of armored officials came
They filed out of the imperial city, each leading a small group of troops and dispersed in all directions along their own established roads.
"Since I came to the throne, my thoughts and concerns have only been about the world, and the world is also about its subjects. The subjects are uneasy, and my heart is uneasy. If the people are rich, then I will be happy and peaceful, but the people will be poor and despicable, and my food will not taste good.
Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, Jin'ou has destroyed the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, and has been sealing up the savings for hundreds of years, just to keep Jin'ou intact. Today, the Liao people are so domineering that they even broke the alliance and insulted the Song Dynasty..."
Just when Zhao Zhen issued this decree, Zhang Dongyao raised his face covered with frostbite, peeled away the dry reeds in front of his eyes, looked at the tents stretching for ten miles on the ice, and whispered to Gao Jide: "This is the time.
Take action!"
Gao Jide shook his head and said: "Don't worry, if Yelu Zhongyuan doesn't take action, we won't take action either." (To be continued)