After reaching an agreement with Wang Yu, Lin Xu found Song Changji.
Ever since Song Chaoshan asked Song Changji to buy the land under the name of the Weaving Bureau, Song Changji knew that he was only one layer of window paper away from a place of death. Even if the conversion of rice to mulberry could be accomplished, then Song Chaoshan might
There is a high probability that he will be able to make up for his past mistakes, and he may even be reused by the Yan Party for his merits!
But no matter what the outcome is, he is dead!
Using the name of the Weaving Bureau to buy ordinary people's fields at low prices, this not only ruined the reputation of the Weaving Bureau, but also ruined the reputation of the emperor!
Therefore, he made the decision to sell his property as soon as possible, flee Daning, and never come back again!
For the past two days, he has been in extreme anxiety. He can't eat or sleep, and his eyes are red!
After seeing Lin Xu, Song Changji immediately asked impatiently: "Mr. Lin, how are you? Have you reached an agreement with Bao Yifeng?"
"We haven't reached a deal yet. Fang Jinglan suffered a stroke and fell ill, so the matter can't be discussed for the time being."
"What?! Fang Jinglan fell ill?! How could he fall ill at this time?!"
"It can only be said to be a coincidence."
A complicated expression appeared on Song Changji's face. He raised his head, stared blankly at the sky, and murmured to himself: "Fang Jinglan fell ill sooner or later, but he fell ill at this time. Could it be true?"
Is God going to kill me?"
"Ahem..."
After hearing this, Lin Xu couldn't help but cough slightly. He really didn't expect that Song Changji would still believe this.
However, it is normal to think about it. Natural science knowledge has not been popularized in this era. People generally believe in the existence of heaven. Even the emperor calls himself the "Son of Heaven" and represents the herdsmen in heaven.
"Although we can't talk to Bao Yifeng for the time being, we can talk to Jurichang."
Lin Xu continued.
"Jurichang?! Jurichang in Pingyao, Shanxi?!"
Song Changji immediately turned his head and looked at Lin Xu!
"That's right, Jurichang in Pingyao, Shanxi."
"In such a short period of time, you have already contacted Jurichang?"
"Haha, Pingyao is thousands of miles away from Suzhou. Even if I had wings, I wouldn't be able to fly back and forth in such a short time! However, the eldest son of Jurichang is visiting my house. He
We have agreed and are willing to let Jurichang endorse our contract."
"Who is the eldest son of Jurichang? Why is he at your house?"
Song Changji was very puzzled.
"His name is Wang Yu. As for why he is in my house, it's a long story. In short, this is the situation. If you agree, then do it this way. If you don't agree, then choose someone else.
The bank, or you can talk to Bao Yifeng yourself."
Lin Xu crossed his legs leisurely. He did not rush him because he knew that the person who was anxious now was Song Changji.