Time flies, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching in the blink of an eye. The capital is busy before the upcoming festival. Li Xian is also very busy, but not practicing martial arts. It has become a habit. He does not practice for half a day every day.
He felt weak all over, and Li Xian was busy with only one thing - counting money until his hands cramped!
Two and a half months is not a long time, it flew by in the blink of an eye, but in just a few dozen days, Li Xian earned nearly 10,000 yuan from folding fans alone - which became popular in the palace
After the folding fan, families of the rich and powerful followed suit. In just ten days, the small folding fan became the most popular gadget in the capital. From the dignitaries to the butchers and lackeys, almost everyone had one.
The only difference is the grade of the folding fans. Those who have money can get by with gold and jade, but those who have no money can get by with white fans. The folding fan shop run by Li Xian has been expanded several times, and the output is still in short supply, not only on the ground in the capital.
Merchants were loading cash with their hands, and merchants from Luoyang and even Jiangdu were flocking in. The amount of copper coins they collected every day could only be hauled by bullock carts, but Li Xian was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
Already.
The first shot was successfully launched, and the wealth was rolling in. However, Li Xian was not dazzled by the popularity of folding fans, because he knew very well that folding fans were simple in craftsmanship and easy to copy. Nowadays, they are all on the market.
The emergence of "copycat" goods is just because the scale of parallel imports is still small and the quality is very inferior. This allows Li Xian to make a lot of money. By next year, he will not be able to achieve the same situation as this year. After all,
"Copycat" is a special skill of the Chinese people. It has a long history. There is nothing that the Chinese people cannot imitate. However, Li Xian doesn't care. After all, the folding fan is just a tool used by Li Xian to dig out the first pot of gold.
Forget it, it’s not a big deal even if you give up. When others start playing with folding fans next year, Li Xian will be ready to make soap. As long as there are new things coming out continuously, he won’t be afraid of running out of money.
Money is a good thing, and Li Xian would not be dissatisfied with having too much money. In fact, such a sum of 10,000 yuan is still too little for Li Xian. Not to mention anything else, Lin Hu is secretly lurking around the capital.
Nearly half of the expenses for opening a restaurant and tea shop have been spent. If you include Gao Miao's expenses for communicating with the eunuchs in the palace and winning people's hearts, there is not much left, 10,000 guan. As for Deng Cheng, what about Deng Cheng?
, the expansion of the business also requires the support of money, that's it, but seeing the money coming in and going out like a flowing water, Li Xian's house was like opening a bank to engage in deposits and loans. It really fell into this trap.
Li Xian really doesn't have much in his pocket, but then again, money earned is meant to be spent. As long as it can be spent on the right path, Li Xian will never feel bad no matter how much money he has.
Rome was not built in a day. Similarly, the scale of the intelligence system and even the basic team that Li Xian wanted could not be established overnight. Of course, there is no need to rush. We can only go step by step.
Li Xian has every reason to believe that as long as there is enough time, everything is possible. Of course, those are all long-term prospects. For the time being, he can only imagine them but cannot touch them. Li Xian will not sit there and daydream, and he will be happy.
, Li Xian never forgot to pay attention to the court situation, especially the various preparations before Emperor Gaozong granted Zen to Mount Tai.
Li Xian remembered very clearly that in his previous life, Emperor Gaozong also sent a Zen letter to Mount Tai on the first day of the first month of the next year, which was also inspired by Empress Wu. During this period, countless changes occurred, each of which had far-reaching impact. The first of these
An unexpected incident was that Empress Wu encouraged Gaozong to let her serve as Yaxian. The reason was that "the emperor is the emperor, and sacrificing sacrifices to God is a family matter. How can an outsider be responsible for the sacrifice? I am my daughter-in-law, so I should do it myself." Gaozong actually agreed to this.
For ridiculous reasons, the edict was issued by Empress Wu as the Yaxian and Princess Yan as the Final Xian, turning a perfectly good Zen ceremony into a laughing stock for all eternity.
The title of Zen is a grand ceremony, and there have been established rules since ancient times. The first offering is naturally the emperor, while the second offering is performed by the Minister of Rites. As for the final offering, it is usually held by the most virtuous and respected person in the court. Empress Wu changed it in such a random way
, the solemn ceremony immediately turned into a clown, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it will be infamy for thousands of years. Of course, the reason why Empress Wu did such nonsense naturally had an ulterior motive - when she was granted Zen status in her previous life, Empress Wu was already in court.
, together with Emperor Gaozong, they are called the Second Saint, but their status is not yet stable. Taking on the role of Yaxian can firstly show their status, and secondly, they can also take advantage of this opportunity to reward the ministers and win over the hearts of the courtiers. Thirdly, he also acted so arrogantly on purpose.
Let's see if any ignorant person dares to stand up and make a fuss. As a result, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty didn't even dare to fart. Empress Wu's status was stabilized, and no one dared to disobey her even a little bit.
In the previous life, Li Xian was just a cowardly and incompetent young prince. Although he knew that Empress Wu's move was deeply inappropriate, he did not have the courage to say it out loud and did not think too far. But in this life, Li Xian no longer wants to watch.
In order to avoid a recurrence of the tragic future, Li Xian had no choice but to rise up and fight, even if he took some risks. The problem is that the political ecology of his past and present lives has been changed due to Li Xian's interference.
There was a slight difference, at least the article about Empress Wu coming to court did not appear. Li Xian was not sure whether Empress Wu would still make Yaxian's request. Therefore, he could only wait and wait for the news from Luoyang - in
In Li Xian's memory, the time when this imperial edict was issued was the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was mixed with the imperial edict to reward the ministers and was announced to the world. It was already August 12th, and it would be known in the day after tomorrow.
But what Li Xian didn't expect was that this revelation came faster than expected - Li Xian had just finished practicing martial arts, and before he even had time to wash up, someone came from the East Palace and asked Li Xian to enter the palace immediately to discuss matters.
"My brother, please see your brother, the prince."
When the prince was summoned, Li Xian did not dare to neglect it. He simply freshened up and hurried into the palace. As soon as he entered the study room of Xiande Hall, he saw the prince Li Hong sitting on the table with a solemn expression.
Behind him, Li Xian hurriedly rushed forward, saluted respectfully and said hello.
"No need, seventh brother, come and sit down."
Li Hong seemed to be extremely exhausted. When he saw Li Xian arriving, he smiled to himself, pointed to the opposite side of the table, and motioned for Li Xian to take a seat.
"Thank you, Brother Prince, for your kindness. I just want you to stand here. Please give me your instructions."
The prince was a half-king, and the seat opposite him was not easy to sit in. It meant that he was on the same level as the prince. Li Xian didn't want to act so rashly, so he hurriedly thanked him.
"Seventh brother, there is no need to be like this. There are no outsiders here. Why do you and I, brothers, need to be so indifferent? Just sit down."
Seeing how cautious Li Xian was, Li Hong couldn't help but laugh, waved his hand, and said with some annoyance.
"Yes, my brother obeys your orders."
After hearing what Li Hong said, Li Xian couldn't help but be reserved. After hesitating for a moment, he still followed the instructions and sat down.
"Brother, I am very pleased to hear that my seventh brother has been practicing martial arts diligently recently. With his talents, he will surely achieve great success in the future." Li Hong did not get to the point right away, but praised Li Xian with a smile.
"Brother, the prince, has received a wrong award. My younger brother, Pu Liuzhier, is just hoping that he can make up for his shortcomings with hard work. He is not a mature person." When he didn't understand the purpose of Li Hong's summons, Li Xian said:
Be cautious in everything and extremely humble in your words.
"Well, hard work can make up for weakness. This is a good saying. As long as there is great perseverance, things will come true. The ancients are honest and don't deceive me. If the seventh brother can abide by this rule, his achievements in the future will be limitless and it will be a blessing to our country.
"Li Hong seemed to be specifically trying to praise Li Xian, and he was somewhat reluctant to praise him. But in Li Xian's ears, something didn't sound right - showing courtesy for nothing, being either a traitor or a thief!
What does this guy want to do? Do you want to put us on the stove? Li Xian is an alert person. It is impossible for him to get dizzy because of Li Hong's few kind words. His stomach is rumbling, but his face is full of gratitude.
He replied calmly: "Brother Prince's lesson is correct. I should keep it in mind and act according to Brother Prince's words. I don't dare or forget about it."
"Well, that's good." Li Hong was obviously very satisfied with Li Xian's attitude, and nodded with a smile. Then he suddenly became serious, and said in a heavy tone: "Father will be granted the Zen title of Mount Tai, and I will wait until the end of September."
Before we set off, my seventh brother should already know this, right?"
"I have heard what I said to the prince brother, but I haven't received the call from my father yet. I wonder if the prince brother has any advice on this?" When Li Hong mentioned the matter of Feng Chan Taishan, Li Xian's heart immediately jumped.
Even with a tightening, there was a vague premonition of something bad surging. Fortunately, Li Xiancheng was deep in the palace, but he didn't show any flaws. He just replied humbly.
"Seeking advice? The seventh brother has always been a talented person, so he should ask the seventh brother for advice." Li Hong smiled self-deprecatingly, waved his hand, stopped Li Xian's excuses, and took out a bag from his wide sleeves.
He took a copy of Huang Juan's masked edict and handed it to Li Xian with both hands. He said with a bitter tone: "Father, there is an edict here. Seventh brother, please take a look."
Here it comes, here comes the drama! Li Xian felt a panic in his heart, but on his face he declined with a look of sincerity and fear: "Brother Prince, forgive me, I really don't dare to be rude and illegal."
"Don't worry, seventh brother, just read it." Li Hong insisted and handed the edict to Li Xian a few more times, saying without doubt.
"Yes, my brother has gone too far."
Li Xian was actually very curious about the contents of the edict, and his previous refusal was just superficial. Seeing Li Hong's insistence, he was happy to go along with the situation, responded respectfully, took the edict with both hands, and put it aside for a few days.
Go up, then knelt down and took a step back, kowtowed respectfully, then moved forward, stretched out his hand and spread out the edict, and read it carefully. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. The more he looked at it, the more solemn his face became.
, his heart was beating like a deer, and the beads of sweat on his forehead could not help but reveal a piece of the boss.