Yang Ju, who was watching the construction of the material warehouse in Xuecheng, received the reply. Sima Songji, the right army commander of the Song Dynasty, had been eating mutton for six or seven days in Zhulouyi.
There was meat and wine every meal, and the beautiful maidservants from Lu State were waiting on him. Even though he was old, it didn't stop Song Ji from working too hard.
And Song Ji and the others were able to have such a good time simply because the pocket money given by Wei Yu, the Han envoy, was... too much.
There are really too many!
Not to mention Song Ji, the senior member of the Duke clan of Song Dynasty, even Prince Heer himself has never felt so happy.
He was not liked by his father, Lu Fei, since he was a child. He wandered around the countryside and cities when he was young. In terms of food and drink, there was certainly no shortage of food, but in terms of how carefree he lived, it was probably a far cry from that.
It's almost enough to maintain basic decency as a concubine.
In his youth, the Song Dynasty under the governance of Ziyi Fei actually had very considerable fiscal revenue, good finances, national peace and prosperity, and could be regarded as a great country in the Central Plains. It was not as good as a super overlord, but it was much stronger than an average regional power.
It is precisely because of Zi Fei's considerable political achievements at that time that he was more arrogant and acted casually. The son of a concubine acted as a traveler and a hostage among various countries.
Song Heier is one of them.
The whole youth period, at best is called traveling, at worst it means wandering around and around without any worries about food and clothing.
So in Song Heer's memory, having no money is absolutely impossible.
Qilu's sword coins, Cao Jin's coins, and Chu's gold coins are all good things.
Especially for Ying Yuan of Chu State, a large plate can be spent for a long time.
At that time, Song Heer insisted that money is the most precious thing in life.
When Zi Lu Fei was in power, Song's national power was obviously weakened, and the great powers began to use their knives to kill people, Song Heier realized that his original view... was so right!
At this moment, Song Heer felt that even if he was asked to rebel against the Song Dynasty, let alone rebel against Dai Ju, a guy who was supposed to be his enemy.
As long as the Yin coins are in place, he can achieve anything!
As long as the money comes, he can do anything!
When Wei Ziyu pulled two carts of Wu Jin over and asked him to raise a banner of justice against the Prime Minister Dai Ju, Song Heer had no fear at all.
What's none of his business?
On the contrary, there is no need to let him go to the front line anyway.
If Dai Juzi's troops really came and killed him, he would be seriously injured and it would be so easy to die.
Besides, if others can chase him, why can’t he run away?
As long as you don't take things too seriously, you can easily let yourself go.
So things are very simple in Zhulouyi.
Wei Ziyu stretched out his hand to Yang Ju: Give me the money.
Then Yang Ju asked the boss Li Jie: Do you want to give it?
Boss Li Jie replied to Yang Ju: Here, double, super double!
Then the final result was that Hei'er, the prince of Song Dynasty, said to Wei Ziyu very embarrassedly: Thank you!
Very sincere.
Yang Ju couldn't understand Wei Ziyu anyway, and of course Yang Ju had never understood his boss Li Jie.
When the boss was still the boss of Dawu International, he thought it was a thigh. But later he didn’t know it was a thigh. It was a golden thigh!
"Master, your Majesty actually indulges Wei Ziyu in this way?"
Yang Ju's followers were stunned when they heard that Li Jie not only agreed with Wei Ziyu's request for money, but also doubled it on the original basis.
The staff team are all old people, and they know that Li Jie has never valued money, and when making arrangements for others, they always go above and beyond the specifications.
This also leaves those who follow Li Jie for a living without any dissatisfaction.
But someone like Wei Ziyu, who can easily afford a hundred gold, three hundred gold, three thousand or five thousand horses, is really unable to bear it.
This prodigal ability is too cruel!
"Wei Ziyu has a great talent, and the emperor should use his talents. Mere money and money are not enough."
Having said that, Ke Yangju's hands were shaking when he stamped the appropriation document.
Too many, really too many!
But no matter how much it is, if the boss speaks, he has nothing to say, just give him money.
However, Yang Ju didn't know that after Wei Ziyu got the money, not only did he not restrain himself, but he intensified his efforts, firing off cannons and bragging, completely without restraint.
Fortunately, Yang Ju has also calmed down. You, Wei Ziyu, just keep playing, and Yang will watch you play calmly!
Wei Ziyu, who kept blowing, opened his mouth at this moment and still did not stop. In Zhu Lou Yi, Wei Yu, who succeeded again, keenly discovered that the soldiers under Song Ji's command seemed to have contact with the Song State's border army.
This discovery made Wei Yu's eyes light up, it was simply a God-given opportunity.
If you don’t brag now, when will you wait?!
At that moment, another cannon was fired in Zhu Louyi, saying that it was the virtuous son Song Hei'er... He was capable, how could he be? Those right-wing athletes who came to join Song Hei'er were all killed in Fucheng
A suite!
A suite!
The news is very false, but among a hundred people there will be a fool. Among these five thousand people, there will always be dozens of fools.
It is very difficult to rely on common sense and rationality to prevent the idiots who are one in a hundred from going crazy.
So before Song Hei'er could react, he saw many soldiers under Song Ji's command, kneeling at the door of Song Hei'er's residence one by one, saying, "Young master, please accept us, we are doing great things."
Horses... I want to do it in the pen in Fucheng if I want to make cows or horses.
Song Hei'er looked confused, thinking that I only managed to survive by relying on the help of the Han envoys. Why do you still ask me to solve the housing problem in an international city?
This is not consistent with common sense, nor is it consistent with human nature.
Just when Song Hei'er was about to refuse and said that there was no such thing, he saw the Han envoy Wei Yu coming to visit with a smile. When he arrived in front of Song Hei'er, he said with a hearty smile: "Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir."
"Uh... why did Mr. Ziyu say this? Where does this... joy come from?"
Anyway, Song Hei'er's head is full of mush. He is just a fat black guy who eats and eats. If someone is willing to use his name to cheat, that's good.
As for letting him have any ideas, he has no ability to implement them, right?
"Oh! Master, don't you know that there are 15,000 newly built houses in Fucheng? These are the dormitories of 'righteous men'!"
"Um?"
Song Hei'er blinked and took a long time to remember, "Zi, Mr. Ziyu?! Fu, Fucheng? Is it really Fu Cheng?!"
"Exactly!"
As a fat black man, Song Heer is not slow, on the contrary, he is a nimble fat man.
Immediately he stood up and grabbed Wei Ziyu's hand: "Jun Ziyu! Jun... Jun, please tell me, can I buy a property in Fucheng?"
"Ai……"
Wei Yu smiled and patted the back of Song Hei'er's hand, "Young Master is a noble man. How can a wise king accompany a bitch? There is a difference between noble and humble. The Young Master should enter Shangqiu and become the king, prime minister of the Song Dynasty."
Goo.
After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Song Hei'er really believed this time that the Han envoy in front of him really planned to help him rise to power.
No matter what, as long as you can get to the top, you still need money?!
The good days are still to come!
"Jun Ziyu! Can I, my warrior, be called a 'righteous man'?"
"If you are not a 'righteous man' by helping a virtuous king and eliminating a sycophantic minister, what is a 'righteous man'?"
After Wei Yu finished speaking, he said softly to Song Hei'er, "Don't worry, sir. Anyone who holds up the banner of righteousness in Fucheng's 'righteous men' dormitory can get a room and become their ancestral property. It can be passed down from generation to generation. It can be said to be a property passed down from generation to generation..."
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After listening to Wei Yu's description, Song Hei'er almost peed. This welfare package is so good.
How could they, people from the Song Dynasty, live and work in peace and contentment in the northern big cities of the Wu Kingdom?
If Song Hei'er hadn't still had the decency of a great prince, he really wanted to tell Wei Ziyu that he didn't want to be a useless king and would buy a house in Fucheng, even if it was just to collect rent, wouldn't it be nice?
"I, I have five thousand 'righteous men' under my command."
"Sir, I, Fu Cheng, have fifteen thousand dormitories."
Wet, completely wet. Song Heer's eyes were completely wet.
With a house in an international metropolis, what does Song Heer have to fear?!
He didn't believe it anymore. How could Dai Ju's soldiers still covet the house in Fucheng?!