The sun is scorching hot and the cicadas are chirping.
In the corridor inside Zhaode Square, several men were drinking wine and enjoying the cool air with their bare arms. Yang Lin's courtyard was really big, and even all Yang Tong's men moved in and did not fill up the outer courtyard.
Someone came from the door and said something in Lu Taixuan's ear. The latter stood up and asked suspiciously: "Brother's friend? Brother, he just returned to Yangzhou, and Lin'er went to control the river outside the city again. Why did he come here at this time?"
Guest, let’s go and have a look.”
Arriving at the flower hall in the outer courtyard, Lu Taixuan and four of his men stepped in and sneezed first: "What smells so good?"
A female dressed like a handsome boy, with a graceful figure, as airy and independent as a banished immortal, with shaved shoulders and a plain waist, she is extremely beautiful.
At this time, he was holding a fan and teasing the parrots in the birdcage hanging in the flower hall. When he saw Lu Taixuan and others coming in, he raised his head and smiled: "Brother Lu, long time no see."
"Why are you?" Lu Taixuan frowned and asked, "Fang Miaolian, what are you doing here?"
The woman named Fang Miaolian has a natural melon-seed face and a straight nose. Compared with the beauties of the Han family, her facial features are more three-dimensional, with deep outlines and a faint exotic style. The eyes under the willow eyebrows are very large, and when they are widened,
His eyes are sharp, and when he squints and leans back, he has a cat-like laziness.
Her lips are also extremely plump, but there are no cracks or fine lines on her lips, but they are even more brilliantly red.
Although her outline is deep, her facial features have the softness of a Jiangnan woman, and her skin is more delicate than that of a foreign woman. This is obviously due to mixed blood, and she is more inclined to Han women. It can be seen that this woman's foreign blood has gradually faded over several generations.
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Such a beauty, even if she is dressed as a man, can be regarded as a disaster. As a man, Lu Taixuan is a little irritable, very impatient in his words, and even has a hint of fear.
Fang Miaolian had some mixed-race features in his appearance, but his voice was the orthodox Wu Nong soft talk. He didn't show any annoyance and just smiled and said: "Long time no see, why is Brother Lu so cruel? He's just begging for food on the white boat.
Now that the fourth brother has become a high-ranking official in the imperial court, he has completely forgotten about my little sister and is not even allowed to enter."
Lu Taixuan snorted, looked around, and saw that they were all his confidants, and then whispered: "In the battle of Taiping Prefecture, many of our brothers died. Back then, Monk Li was the guarantee, and the two families crossed the river.
Guan Guan, after all these years, what are you going to do?"
"Brother Lu, why are you staring and grinning? You are allowed to come ashore with a clear conscience, but your little sister is not allowed to do the business of licking blood with the blade of a knife? Now we are buying and selling grain in Bianliang. A few days ago, we were sold by the son of eldest brother Yang Tong.
A lot of food was taken away, and tens of thousands of money were lost for no reason. Brother Yang is rich and powerful, why should he have trouble with a weak woman like me, not to mention that we are still old acquaintances."
When Lu Taixuan thought of this old acquaintance, he could not help but think of the bloodiest and most difficult period, when the fights between salt dealers were greater than the threats from the government, and people were killed at every turn.
The power behind this woman is unfathomable, her origins are mysterious and strange, her actions are extremely ruthless, and her subordinates are fearless and have a large number of people. During the battle for the salt field in Taiping Prefecture, there were many fights between the two sides. Six brothers were sworn brothers, and two died at their hands.
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Lu Taixuan didn't know much about the grain collection thing some time ago, but he didn't want to get grudged by this poisonous snake because of tens of thousands of dollars. His expression softened and he said: "Brother, he has returned to Yangzhou. Please wait a few months for this matter.
Yang Lin's nephew has come back to control the river. Come back. Now that we have repaired it, we won't restart the war for tens of thousands of dollars. With this little money, we can safely make a few trips on the boat and come back."
"River management?"
Lu Taixuan hummed and said: "The flood is so serious. My nephew is a high official in the imperial court and the right-hand man of the current emperor. Naturally, he has to go out of the city to manage it."
"Brother Yang has such a son, it is really enviable." Fang Miaolian's words were not only mixed with envy, but his tone was also indescribably lonely.
Lu Taixuan thought that those days really made people reluctant to recall them. The sympathy for them made him less malicious and said, "Let's do this. Give me an address to send the message. When Lin'er comes back, I will be the first to notify you to see him. Come.
I'll put in a few good words for you when the time comes. Haha, this kid Lin'er still listens to what we old guys say. Tens of thousands of dollars is not a big sum for you or me."
Fang Miaolian raised his eyes and said angrily: "This is not a matter of tens of thousands of guan. My fourth brother, the one in your family is also a bit domineering and looks a bit ugly. Didn't he just stop after making tens of thousands of guan?
, but to kill the goose and lay the eggs, labeling most of our grain shops in Bianliang as 'black shops'. They say that it is difficult for the country to make money, and we must limit the amount of grain that everyone buys every month. We can only buy three hundred shi of grain every month.
, Why are you selling so hard? My shop assistants can’t even get enough to eat. Then your Yang family’s grain stores opened in a big way, and there are already dozens of them in Kaifeng Prefecture alone.”
Lu Taixuan's old face turned red. This was indeed his nephew's behavior. In this way, Bianliang's population of one million would really depend on the Yang family for food.
Although Fang Miaolian did not point to the grain store to make money, it was a channel for her to secretly raise grain. She would never give up on this. That's why she was willing to take a strange risk and come to the old enemy's lair.
Lu Taixuan felt guilty and said: "I can't make the decision on this matter. You should wait for him to come back. After all, repairing the river is a major matter for the court."
Fang Miaolian had no choice but to sigh and walked out of the flower hall. Lu Taixuan wiped his forehead and said: "This kid is too haha, he is better than his predecessor."
Turning around, he saw several close men staring at the retreating figures, refusing to look back, as if they would suffer a big loss if they took less than a glance.
"Thieves kill talents!" Lu Taixuan slapped one on the head and cursed: "Do you know who she is? This is a ten thousand-year-old bamboo leaf. It may be poisonous just by looking at it."——
Outside Kaifeng Prefecture, in Xianping County, the roads were still muddy and difficult to navigate. A group of local officials gathered around Yang Lin and watched by the river.
The turbid river water rolled down and hit the boulders with a huge sound, making people have no doubt that they would be shattered into pieces if they fell.
There are many gaps in the rivers on both sides, and ditches can only be dug to divert the river water to the outside. In this era, it is simply wishful thinking to block the rivers.
From a distance, this mother river that irrigated Han culture looks like a giant centipede, with small rivers flowing out of it on both sides.
The river bank is constantly increasing, and now it has the appearance of an above-ground river. This will inevitably make it easier to break the bank.
The thousand-year-old problem of regulating the Yellow River was placed in front of Yang Lin, which gave him a headache.
"River management requires brainstorming, otherwise it will be in vain and will consume a lot of money from the treasury. Immediately notify all counties and counties along the river, and the officials in charge will come to Xianping to discuss the plan to control the river."