Wangjiangmen Pier in the south of Hanzhong City is getting busier.
In early June, an official ship from the south of the Yangtze River sent officials who were going to Longxi to take up their posts, and then they sailed away. Another large merchant ship was anchored at the port.
The laborers carried the goods down to the dock.
Afterwards, the children of the Wu family got off the boat. On the shore, Bingchenke visited the flowers, and Yang Qixin, the director of the transportation department, came to greet them with a guard of honor.
Jiang Fan looked around, suppressed his eagerness to go home, and arrived at the cabin on the upper floor of the ship. Just as he was about to speak, a maid pushed open the door and came out.
"Is the old official on the dock here to greet my noble family?"
"No, Miss Miaolan, did you see the group of carriages on the roadside? It's Mr. Hu who is here."
"What a small carriage."
"Please forgive me, noble man."
Jiang Fan responded casually, saying that they had been escorted to Hanzhong anyway and would not be under his control from now on.
Unexpectedly, the noble man was very talkative today and came out wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face.
"Let's go, what are you talking about?"
Jiang Fan didn't know what she was anxious about. It was rare that the arrangements for today went very smoothly.
He also asked people to send more than a dozen large boxes with Yan Rong. After leaving the city, he went to see Li Xia first and reported everything in Lin'an.
"There was another accident... There was a female guard beside the lady who came temporarily. At that time, Princess Rui accidentally discovered the fake death..."
A team of carriages passed through the streets of Hanzhong, carrying many boxes but keeping a low profile.
In one of the carriages, Miao Lan secretly glanced at Yan Rong, thinking that the noble lady had never been in such a bumpy carriage in her life, so she quickly looked for something to give her.
"Don't be upset, just hurry up."
Yan Rong, however, didn't care anymore and opened the curtain of the car and took another look outside.
Miao Lan couldn't help but sigh: "Hanzhong City is so shabby, there are not many people, and this place is not as nice as I heard in the past."
"Stop talking, I think you are noisy."
Yan Rong scolded her casually and ignored her.
I don’t know where my heart has flown.
Finally, the carriage turned into a large house in the southeast of Hanzhong City.
When I looked up, I saw the word "Praise to the Garden" written on the plaque. The garden was quite elegant, with lush bamboos and luxuriant leaves. The couplet in the atrium read "Appreciate the tranquility and pity the cloud bamboo, and forget to return to the platform."
The scenery is nice.
Although it is far less luxurious than Lin'an, it is still passable.
Hu Zhen led Yan Rong all the way around the vestibule, and finally asked: "Are you satisfied, my benefactor? The caretaker's house in the garden has been arranged, and there are a few things..."
"I know, where are the others?"
"The prince has left the city to see people off."
"Go and tell him. You don't need to worry about what's going on around me."
After shooing away Hu Zhen, Yan Rong only walked around the courtyard for a while and then went straight into the main house.
"Boil water for bathing, then make the bed."
…
The water temperature is just right.
Yan Rong raised his hand, looked at his skinned arm, and smiled with satisfaction.
I glanced outside the door and saw no movement reported by the maid, so I couldn't help but feel a little resentful.
The beauty got out of the bath and began to dress in the mirror. Until her hair was dry, the man still hadn't come.
Yan Rong couldn't help but feel annoyed, and went to bed without even wiping the rouge on his lips.
Finally, Miao Lan hurried in. In her haste, she didn't even have time to say a whole sentence, so she only said two words.
"coming."
"It took him so long to come, let him go."
Yan Rong snorted, but looked directly outside the room...
Wang Cui stood outside the courtyard holding the knife.
She looked at the main room in the courtyard, thinking that Li Xia had been in there for a while, and now was the time to "forget about everything".
Along the way, as we got closer to Hanzhong, Wang Cui noticed that Yan Rong was becoming more and more restless.
Such a beauty, in such a delicate and charming state, at this moment I am afraid...
Just as she was thinking of this, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, she saw that it was one of Li Xia's followers.
"Women can also use martial arts? Can they use gestures?"
Wang Cui was not afraid. He patted the sword on his waist and responded calmly.
"Don't blame the casualties."
"Why take her away?"
Yan Rong stood by the window and watched for a while, then turned around and sat down, straightened the hairpin ring in front of the bronze mirror, and said casually: "I think you are suspicious, Zhao Jin still has a good heart."
"I killed her father, so it's normal to send someone to take revenge."
"She doesn't know yet, so why let her get involved in these things?" Yan Rong sighed: "But who knows what those people in Lin'an think? They are desperate, and they have never used any dirty tricks."
"I'm too lazy to care about Lin'an, just let them be."
"I'm not in the mood to care about them today." Yan Rong put down the bronze mirror, glanced at Li Xia, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "I'm sleepy. If you have nothing to say, just leave."
Having said that, under the table, the instep of her feet was already gently caressing Li Xia's calf.
Li Xia became more serious and said, "There is one more thing. Let's talk about your future livelihood."
"You agreed to support me."
"I promised to keep you safe, and I keep my word. I have a trading house privately, and I will let you invest in it. From now on, you will receive dividends every year, and you will have no worries about food and clothing..."
"Let me buy a share?" Yan Rong looked at Li Xia, blinked, and held his face in his hands with a teasing look.
"You don't want to talk about the business anymore?"
"I don't want to talk about it. After all, this life is in your hands and it's up to you."
Li Xia said: "But I have to make a deal with you. Don't use my power to do illegal things in Hanzhong. You can only earn a living by following the rules. Even me, let alone you?"
Yan Rong had no intention of talking about this and asked instead: "Now that I know I have to obey the rules, why didn't you obey the rules for me in Yunjin Hall?"
"Public is public, private is private." Li Xia said: "Although my character is not good, I can't break the rules."
Yan Rong let out a slight sigh, stood up, pulled out a small box, pushed it in front of Li Xia, and said, "Hey, put it in your vagina."
Li Xia opened it and looked at it. He saw that it was all filled with gold and silver. He asked, "Why didn't you redeem it on the way here?"
"It's hard to take gold, silver and jewelry out of Lin'an. I exchanged half of them when I parked on the road, and people kept some of them with me."
"Well, I'll send someone to the southeast to exchange it. It won't be worth it if it's late."
"Everyone is yours, you can do whatever you want." Yan Rong said, "Don't be too little, this is all you have."
"Your possessions are not small, but not as much as I imagined."
Yan Rong sighed leisurely and said: "Do you really think I am rich? The emperor was not stupid back then. We traitors seemed to control the government, but we were just getting money for his enjoyment, building palaces, and training.
Dance music, in the end we will say, "Yam Ming Dang will be destroyed, the country will be destroyed", he is just known as "negligence", waiting for the day when he will "wake up" and eradicate Yan Ming Dang, he will still be his wise king.
"
This was also the practice of the Song Dynasty.
Although Ding Daquan was not as capable as Cai Jing, it was just that "the emperor also knew his traitor, so he used all his strength to serve himself."
History has always been similar...
"The emperor's mind is nothing more than this."
Li Xia agreed casually, Yan Rong had already approached him, a white hand had stretched out, covered his hand, and closed the box.
She leaned into Li Xia's ear and whispered: "I mean, if you do something bad in the future, let me help you, so as not to damage your reputation..."
"It seems I didn't understand what I just said."
Li Xia's face suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at Yan Rong indifferently, not showing off his anger.
"I don't allow anyone to act against someone else. If you dare to use your previous methods again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Yan Rong's heart trembled, and his beautiful face turned pale.
Only then did she understand why Li Xia talked about trivial matters about money after entering the house.
He doesn't need to collect financial resources to support himself, and he doesn't need to rely on her past tricks.
This is knocking.
Yan Rong didn't dare to be arrogant anymore because of his beauty, so he immediately surrendered.
"I was just joking. I gave you all my money. I planned to make a living in a good manner. She is just a weak woman... You should not regard me as a witch. I will definitely abide by the rules."
"You don't want me to say it a second time?"
"I really understand. If I follow you, I will listen to you. From now on, I will be obedient and you will love me, okay?"
Li Xia stared at her for a while, then the coldness on his face dissipated, and he nodded.
Yan Rong felt relieved and leaned into Li Xia's arms. His body was already frail and weak, and he asked in a low voice: "Then I also abide by the rules in official matters... Can I say 'unruly in private matters'? I want you to
You know how much I miss you."
Li Xia looked down and saw Yan Rong's eyes filled with mist, so he simply picked her up and walked to the couch.
The embroidered shoes on her feet shook and fell to the ground.
The black hair that had just been bathed was only tied with a thin rope. Once it was untied, it spread out like clouds.
The long-lost murmur sounded, and then I forgot about everything...
June 16, Lin'an.
"Is this... intercourse?"
"Hong Kong merchants call it 'salt coupon', and more people call it 'paying money'."
Yan Yin Jia Sidao had seen a lot, but now when he looked at the exquisite bill in his hand, his face gradually became serious.
This bill is not big, much smaller than a gold and silver pass.
"The paper is better."
"It should be Sang Rang." Liao Yingzhong came from a book printing family and knew these things best, saying: "Sang Rang is often used as pages in classic books, and its texture is solid and thick."
Jia Sidao nodded, squinted, and looked at the dragon-patterned flower railing on the bridge. In the middle were the words "Take five pounds of Xuzhou salt with a receipt", next to it were several seals, and at the bottom was a strange
symbol.
"In recent years, the price of salt in Sichuan has been extremely stable. This salt coupon seems to be just for reference, but recently businessmen in Sichuan have used it as money. Mr. Ping Zhang..."
"I understand. Li Xia doesn't have that many gold, silver, and copper coins to issue in Sichuan and Shaanxi. If he just circulates banknotes, no one will believe him, and a run on him will destroy his prestige. This salt coupon is different.
Jiao Yin Xiang is similar to Jiao Yin Xiang in the early years of Taiping, and everyone in the world can use it. It is also similar to Jiao Zi, and the exchange is more convenient. This was his first step in making banknotes."
"Yes, the salt content in the well there is high, so there can't be a run on it. The price of salt is stable, and in just a few months, the people of Shu already have great trust in this salt coupon."
"Where's the private salt? What are the private salt dealers in Shu doing? Can't a corpse be a vegetarian?"
"Ping Zhanggong also knows that under Li Xia's rule, the price of official salt was not high, but private salt had little profit but had to take risks, and there were few traffickers."
"Then transport a large amount of Zhejiang salt to Sichuan and lower the price of Sichuan salt."
"Please Pingzhang Gong think twice! Prices in Jiangnan are boiling, but salt prices in Sichuan are low. This move will only hurt the enemy eight hundred and cost one thousand."
"Then buy it..."
In the middle of his speech, Jia Sidao thought that the treasury was insufficient, so he angrily crumpled the salt coupons in his hand and threw them out with all his strength.
"Try to forge Sichuan-Shaanxi salt coupons for me."
"yes……"
Jia Sidao shook his head and suddenly said: "The demon concubine has arrived in Hanzhong, right? You said, maybe Li Xia died under Wang Cui's knife while he indulged in his lust."
"Ping Zhanggong also said, it's just an easy game, so why have high hopes?"
"Trouble, it's been a long time since I had a cricket fight." Jia Sidao rubbed his brows and said, "Let's continue talking about business. I plan to abolish the Eighteen Realms Association and let the imperial court set up gold and silver gates. What do Qunyu think?"
"Are you too hasty?" Liao Yingzhong said: "The public land law has only achieved some success. Now that we have taken back the right to mint coins from those merchants, by then the people will not be able to redeem gold and silver based on the pass. I'm afraid..."
"Planning method. After the corruption in the military is eliminated, we will have our own money to ensure the circulation of goods, thereby stabilizing prices."
"Should we wait for the public land law to be implemented..."
"Can you wait?"
"Please Ping Zhanggong think again, is there a more secure way?"
"Qunyu, I hired you as my staff, can you think of any other way for me?"
When Jia Sidao said this, he sighed and said: "Have you discovered the fundamental difference between us and Li Ni? There are no long-standing disadvantages in Sichuan and Shu, and there is even less private salt. What about Jiangnan? If we don't eliminate the long-standing disadvantages now, what will happen?
It’s all in vain. It’s imperative to plan the solution.”
There was movement outside the hospital.
"What's the matter?"
"Reporting to Duke Pingzhang, Princess Rui is here..."
Only Jia Sidao and Zhao Jin were talking in the hall for a long time. Suddenly, Jia Sidao coughed heavily.
"What Cheng Yuanfeng said proves that my uncle did not lie to you... cough cough cough... that night, it was Li Xia who led people into the palace and committed regicide and rebellion..."
Zhao Jin added: "But my uncle didn't tell me, brother... Zhao Fu and Li Xia conspired together."
"How can we call him an 'accomplice'? The official family was deceived by the Li family and his son. Now I have told the official family the truth. Now that the official family knows it, the matter is over."
Zhao Jin's eyes widened in disbelief.
She had cried secretly so many times recently that she had lost weight, her face looked strangely pale, and she looked a little pitiful.
"It's passed...Uncle, you know how good dad is to Zhao Yu, but how could Zhao Yu treat him like this?"
"Having said it, the official was deceived. What more can be said about him like that? What more can be expected from him?"
When Jia Sidao said this, he sighed and looked more and more decadent, saying: "Uncle was wrong, I shouldn't have told you that before. You just need to know that Li Xia is the real murderer, don't ask any more questions.
How is it?"
Zhao Jin wanted to cry, but he held back his tears and asked again: "How did grandma leave?"
"She was old and accidentally fell."
"Uncle." Zhao Jin called again, turned his head and murmured: "I don't know how to trust you."
Jia Sidao was stunned and asked: "What does this mean? I am your uncle."
"But you have been lying to me. You became the emperor of the Song Dynasty because of such a fool, so you can take power..."
"Who told you this?" Jia Sidao suddenly became furious and shouted: "Cheng Yuanfeng! The old hozen wants to harm me again!"
"If uncle can work together with Queen Mother Xie to depose Zhao Yu..."
"No way, I can't do it!"
Jia Sidao felt as if he was struck by five thunders, stroking his forehead, his hands were trembling.
He really felt angry, but he still had to hold it back in front of Zhao Jin.
"Believe me, Cheng Yuanfeng is using you. You must never reveal your desire to the courtiers..."
Halfway through his words, Jia Sidao suddenly became excited again.
So what if Zhao Jin stops talking about it?
Cheng Yuanfeng has a long mouth, so he may have secretly contacted the courtiers.
Only then did Jia Sidao realize that the root of this matter was the Gongtian Law.
Even though the public land law is currently only implemented on Liangzhexi Road, those who oppose it have begun to fight back quickly.
The officials entrusted Jia Sidao with important responsibilities, so these people even dared to deal with the officials.
They pounced on them like a pack of dogs, biting the official's fault.
Except for Zhao Jin, no one cared about how the late emperor died.
There was only one sentence that filled the sky and the earth with shouts of filial piety.