The scene changes to Guanglu Temple Yamen.
Hu Guan, the consort, was sitting by the window, carefully holding a sky-blue brush in his hand, looking at the sunlight coming in, as if he was seeing some unique treasure, admiring it intently.
Under the sunlight, the wall of the pen in his hand was transparent, as if countless rays of light were flowing slowly in the porcelain, which was so beautiful.
"Hey, brother, what am I talking to you about?"
A call brought Hu Guan back to reality.
He looked away, but still couldn't put it down and played with it, "What a good thing!"
"I'm telling you!" Beside him, a tall figure stepped forward with a rather urgent tone.
"Everything in the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty is missing!" Hu Guan continued to look at the brush washer in his hand, "The previous Song Dynasty did not have much national prestige. But the porcelain produced was indeed unparalleled in the world! Hey, this is it.
Sex is indispensable in Jingdezhen now."
"Nowadays, the red underglaze and blue and white colors are said to be beautiful, but compared with this Ru kiln, it is like the kiln sister and the ladies of the world. He has no place on the stage!"
"I'm talking to you!" The man next to him said displeasedly, leaning towards his face.
"Hey, Brother Fu, look at me, haha!" Hu Guan said with a smile, "I have liked these things since I was a child. Once I see them, I can't care about anything else! What did you just say to me?"
The person next to him was none other than Princess Shouchun's consort, Fu Zhong, the eldest son of Fu Youde, Duke of Ying.
Fu Zhong showed his talent and appearance, and was wearing a brand-new unicorn suit. When he stood next to Hu Guan and compared him, Hu Guan was like a blue and white man meeting Ru kiln, which was a bit disappointing.
Among the old man's uncles, the one who had the most respect in the early years was undoubtedly Fu Zhong. Princess Shouchun was the old man's ninth daughter, and she was the most favored since she was a child. According to the country's regulations, the princess was given a farm, and the annual income
One thousand five hundred dan. But when Princess Shouchun got married, in addition to the stipulated dowry, the old man directly gave her 120 hectares, so she could earn 8,000 dan per year.
But in recent years, Fu Zhong has gradually become less advanced.
Mainly because his wife, the ninth daughter whom the old man loved, died of illness when she was in her prime.
Fu Zhong lost his wife first and then his father. His two major backers were gone. He only had a large family network, but he could only live in the capital.
"Hi!" Seeing that Hu Guan was dumbfounded, Fu Zhong smiled bitterly, "Did I just tell you my feelings for you in vain?" After saying that, he tapped the table lightly and whispered, "What about the salt?"
"What salt?" Hu Guan blinked.
"Tsk..." Fu Zhong has been a proud man of heaven since he was a child, and he has a bad temper. Moreover, he has always looked down upon Hu Guan, his brother-in-law. He said angrily, "Are you pretending to be confused on purpose?
no?"
"Look at what you said, do I still have to pretend to be confused? I am confused to begin with!" Hu Guan said with a smile.
"Don't play tricks on me!" Fu Zhong said sternly, "I'm telling you the truth, please help me!"
Hu Guan sat down and pushed the Ru kiln brush washer that he cherished so much just now to the corner without looking at it, scratching his head with his big hands.
"Oh, you're talking about that!" He said through gritted teeth, "How can I help you?"
"You are the Minister of Guanglu Temple. Isn't it a matter of you to stamp the salt ticket?" Fu Zhong said in a low voice, "This matter has been discussed from top to bottom, and you are the only one missing!"
"Aren't you seeking death? You can't even stop me!"
Hu Guan smiled bitterly in his heart, and his face looked a little confused, "Brother Fu, you don't know me!" As he said, he stretched out his little finger, "I am so brave, my little finger is as big as my little finger, how dare I do this?
?Besides, since you’ve taken care of everything, why do you still need my help?”
If it was about other things, Fu Zhong wouldn't bother to speak. Even if he did, he would have walked away long ago when faced with Hu Guan's attitude, not being angry anymore.
But the fact is that the matter is of great importance. Hu Guan is in charge of Guanglu Temple, the chief steward of the royal family, and is now favored by the emperor. Bringing him in can serve multiple purposes.
First of all, Guanglu Temple is in charge of countless imperial merchants! It has the right to issue salt quotas.
With the current flood in Huaibei, private salt can not only become official salt, but also increase its price. It can also draw out the imperial merchants and raise the price with the salt merchants.
Secondly, Hu Guan is now favored, and bringing him in can share risks.
"Xiao Hu, brother, I haven't asked you for anything, have I?" Fu Zhong patiently said in a low voice, "We have been friends for a long time! And you don't have to do this in vain!" He said with a smile, "So many.
Among the consorts, your family is the only one who lives a poor life. It was because of this that I thought of counting you in!"
"Fuck you, you want to kill me!"
Hu Guan cursed in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.
"If a man of the Ming Dynasty doesn't speak secretly, please tell me the truth! It's okay or not!" Fu Zhong said again, "It's not a big deal for you, but for me, it's a big help!"
Hu Guan couldn't pretend anymore and sighed, "Brother Fu, are you short of money? This matter...he...has lost his head!" He continued, "Maybe you have forgotten Ouyang Lun's lessons learned from the past!
"
Another uncle of the old man had his head chopped off by the old man because he was selling tea secretly.
Hearing this, Fu Zhong smiled and said, "You are just timid!" He said with a smile, "The current Long Live Master is much more kind!"
"Are you fucking blind? Your Majesty is so kind?"
Hu Guan cursed again in his heart and really wanted to slap him twice.
"Even if we make a fuss, the emperor won't say anything. If we say anything, we won't blame everyone. The Tang family, my family and you, who will the emperor be willing to deal with?" Fu Zhong smiled and avoided a question.
The question is, is he short of money?
Will Fu Youde's son, the consort of the Ming Dynasty, be short of money? Definitely not.
Then why are you so greedy? You feel unbalanced!
He, Fu Zhong, was the eldest son. After Fu Youde passed away, he was supposed to take over the title of duke. However, the emperor said that since he was a consort, he should not attack the duke. It was inconsistent with etiquette, so the title of duke was directly given to the third son of his family, Fu Rang.
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Not only was he given a title, but he was also appointed as the commander-in-chief of Goryeo's march, guarding an area of ​​more than 10,000 people.
Fu Zhong felt a little disgusted when he thought of sending Korean ginseng, mink, fox fur, gold sand and other valuable things to his home for free, as if they were free of charge.
Moreover, in the past few years, when people in Beijing mentioned the Fu family, it was him, Fu Rang. No one mentioned him, Fu Zhong, as the boss.
He is just a sidelined consort now!
Everyone is competitive and wants to compete for fame and fortune.
Fu Zhong is not short of money, but he doesn't mind having too much money, and if this thing is done well, Fu Zhong will also have face.
"The law does not punish the public?" Hu Guan thought and looked at Fu Zhong sideways, "Even if you don't die, you will still be skinned!" He said, "Brother Fu, I advise you, you should think more about this important matter.
..."
Fu Zhong suddenly lost his temper. He had made a guarantee with the Tang family.
"Everything is foolproof. Besides, the imperial court will suffer a lot of losses!" Fu Zhong said, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Who knows? Xiao Hu, if you help me, everyone from top to bottom will be grateful to you. This
How much of a favor is that?" He said, and then said, "To put it bluntly, you may not have been looked down upon by others these years, Xiao Hu! If you help everyone once, whoever sees you in the future will not miss you.
good?"
"You have been possessed by ghosts, and you are doing your own misfortune!"
Hu Guan sighed deeply in his heart.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Zhong said again, "I've already spoken, can you give me an accurate answer?"
"I'll think about it!" Hu Guandao said, "It's not a trivial matter after all, and I don't have any confidence in it!"
"You have no ambition!" Fu Rang cursed in his heart and said with a smile, "When will you give me accurate information?"
"nighttime then!"
"I'll be the host at Baihualou tonight. Come over and let's have a good drink. Then I'll call the Tang family too!" With that said, Fu Zhong stood up.
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Seeing Fu Zhong walking out of the government office, Hu Guan's smiling face immediately turned cold.
"Come in!" he said to the outside.
After the words fell, a man in his thirties who looked like a civil servant came in from outside and said, "Boss, please give me your orders!"
"Come here!" Hu Guan raised his fingers, and the latter stepped forward.
Snapped!
The precious Song Ru kiln directly caused the man's head to bloom. The cyan porcelain pieces and blood were mixed together, and the original elegant color became gaudy.
"Your eyes are for decoration and your ears are for venting your anger?" Hu Guan scolded.
To be continued...