The man who delivers clothes?

Hearing this, Zhou Wenbin looked puzzled. Since cooperating with Shen Wansan's Yachang, Fengyang Clothing Shop has been responsible for delivering clothes to Yachang.

But there is no such thing as a gentleman giving away clothes.

"Girl, there are only two people in our Fengyang Clothing Shop who can be called young masters."

Zhou Wenbin smiled and said: "The first one is naturally Mr. Han, Han Shuiyun, who is dressed in white. In this neighborhood, who has a young lady and a daughter-in-law who doesn't miss Mr. Han?"

"The second one is even more difficult to see! He is our Hanlin scholar Yue Linyue! But these two young masters have never given any clothes!"

"Maybe the girl has found the wrong person!"

When Zhou Wenbin was about to leave, Hu Die smiled sweetly and said, "Shopkeeper, I remembered who he is! If you can get him to deliver clothes, I will order more clothes!"

Fengyang Clothing Shop now has no shortage of business, it is no longer as embarrassed as before, and even Zhou Wenbin's vision has improved a lot.

"Girl, you are joking! Can my lord give you clothes for a girl?"

Zhou Wenbin refuted decisively: "Besides, my Fengyang Clothing Shop helps many poor people every month. Doing business is not just for money!"

Whoosh!

Hu Die spread her fingers, Zhou Wenbin frowned and said: "Fifty taels? Miss, please leave, don't delay the business of our store!"

Hu Die smiled again and said: "Shopkeeper, there are five hundred taels! Do you want to do this business?"

Five hundred taels! Please send me some clothes!

This is a sure-fire deal!

Zhou Wenbin said without hesitation: "Girl! You are rich and you are great! I agreed for you!"

Hu Die was a little surprised that the other party agreed like this?

Originally, she planned to increase it to one thousand taels!

But this prime minister's daughter didn't know that Yue Lin was quite frugal and very generous to the poor.

Every month Fengyang Clothes Shop gives away an unknown amount of clothes, and all of them are money.

Since Han Shuiyun could not just be a sheep, Zhou Wenbin took the initiative to share Lord Yue's worries.

"Girl! When my master comes back, he will definitely go to your house to deliver clothes!"

"Okay, then let him be sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Hu Die is in a good mood and smiles, making people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.

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Prime Minister's Mansion.

Hu Weiyong frowned because he found that there was another two hundred taels of silver missing from his house.

Now his son Hu Tu is still drinking the northwest wind at the border, and the only one who dares to touch the money in the house at will is Hu Die.

"Die'er, can you take money from the house today?"

"Dad~"

Hu Die said shyly: "My daughter is worried that she has no clothes to wear, so she took some silver and paid a deposit."

Hu Weiyong frowned and said, "Your clothes can fill two rooms, but you still don't have anything to wear?"

"Your father is now walking on thin ice in the court..."

Before Hu Weiyong could finish speaking, Hu Die had already continued: "I want to be loyal to the emperor, and I want to appease all the officials. You can't do anything arrogant and extravagant!"

snort!

Hu Weiyong's anger has been half gone. This daughter is much smarter than Hu Tu. If he were a man, someone would inherit his family fortune now.

"Now that you know it, don't cause any trouble to your father, let alone leave any excuse for Liu Bowen!"

Mentioning Liu Bowen, Hu Weiyong was very angry.

Regardless of his official position or connections, this guy is far from being comparable to me.

Not to mention the sour scholars of the Zhedong Group, whose status is far beyond that of the founding heroes.

Originally, the Huaixi Group should have no pressure to crush eastern Zhejiang, but because of the emperor's move, the two sides were completely evenly matched!

Liu Bowen was appointed as the supervisory censor, supervising all officials on behalf of the emperor!

Whenever he thinks of this matter, Hu Weiyong feels like a lump in his throat. He now urgently needs to kill Liu Bowen and others in one go.

"Dad, you and Liu Yushi were officials in the same dynasty and have no personal grudges, so why do you do this..."

Hu Die stopped talking and said, "What do you two factions have to fight for?"

Hu Weiyong sighed helplessly and touched his daughter's forehead.

"You understand the truth, how can dad and Liu Bowen not understand it?"

"It's just that once you enter the court, it's as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby!"

"We are all just pawns in the emperor's game!"

Hu Weiyong said with concern: "Die'er, my father just wants to find you a good husband, preferably a relative of the emperor, so that even if something happens to your father in the future, you can protect yourself..."

Hu Die whispered: "What if the daughter looks for it herself?"

Hu Weiyong knew his daughter's temperament. Ordinary people could not get into his daughter's eyes. Who is it that could interest his daughter?

"Tell me, dad, whose family the man is from?"

"He is just a Hanlin bachelor... Besides, my daughter has only met him once!"

Hanlin bachelor?

Hearing these four words, Hu Weiyong felt his scalp numb. After all, a certain Yue Hanlin had completely ruined his deployment in Weihaiwei!

"No! How can those bitter scholars in the Hanlin Academy be worthy of my true daughter?"

"Dad, why not?"

"I won't do it if I say no!"

Hu Die rushed out of the door. Just as Hu Weiyong was about to persuade him, he saw Zhao Yong and Mei Sizu coming to visit him, so he could only discuss with them first.

"My little girl is so spoiled that she made the two princes laugh."

Hu Weiyong smiled indifferently, and the two of them said they didn't dare.

"Hu Xiang's daughter, gentle and generous, is a first-rate lady."

"Yes, if the young master of any family can marry Miss Hu Die, he will be very lucky!"

Hu Weiyong said a few polite words, and then asked the two men why they came: "I wonder what the two princes are here for today?"

Zhao Yong said bluntly: "It's still Yue Lin's three strategies for pacifying Japan! Nowadays, the reaction in the southeast is strong, and many wealthy families want to go to Weihaiwei to test the waters."

"The profits that we could have gained from smuggling will now be taken away by the court in the form of tariffs."

"This Yue Lin really deserves to die!"

Mei Sizu was not interested in this. He was more concerned about his nephew Mei Yin's marriage.

"May I ask Mr. Hu, last time you mentioned your nephew's marriage, is it settled?"

Mei Sizu's face turned red and he said: "Ever since my nephew had the honor to meet Princess Ning, he will never forget her and miss her like crazy!"

Zhao Yong frowned and said: "Lao Mei, we are talking about important matters related to money! Your nephew has a little affection for his daughter, so we can talk about it after a while!"

Hu Weiyong thought for a moment and said: "The implementation of the three strategies to pacify Japan depends on how much tariffs Weihaiwei's fleet can pay this time."

"As long as it is beneficial to the country, the emperor does not mind making concessions that benefit the people, not to mention that the Shipping Department cannot take over the entire maritime trade!"

"Once the emperor implements the three measures to pacify Japan, we will also send his men to do business! This will not delay making money."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yong understood that Hu Weiyong had chosen to take a step back.

After all, the three measures to pacify Japan had a great impact on private businessmen, and they saw that it was completely profitable.

The imperial court can also earn high tariffs, which can be said to be mutually beneficial.

The most injured are undoubtedly the private teams like them who plan to smuggle.
Chapter completed!