"Didn't you give him one hundred thousand taels? If he loses, he won't be able to pay for ten lifetimes. If he wins, the money he earns will be his wages." Yan San put his arms around her waist from behind, and said with a straight face. .
The people who were hiding everywhere watching Lahm's confession thought to themselves, Third Master, you have been completely taken away by the head of the family!
Although reluctant to let go, on the second day, the two ships named Dian Shen Xue Shen headed for Zhuluo. When they set off, Su Ce caught up with the ship and jumped on the Xue Shen, thinking Going to see the wild grassland that the head of the family said, he was also worried that if he went back and said that he leaked the things about Lingjia Village, it would be a catastrophe for Ling Qingyu.
Xiao Se hesitated and hesitated, but decided to stay in Lingjia Village. After spending many days together, he also knew that Zhu Weili was the number one scholar in the two lakes and the number one counselor next to the King of Chu. The letter brought by Dian Shen Said that Xiao Cang's body is still weak and has been recuperating in Hangzhou, and he is not to worry, but the threat of the Xiao family by the Holy Majesty and the Murong family has already been put on the surface, and most of the Xiao family's property has been transferred underground. Almost all of them have been divided up, and he is asked to stay in the episode for a while, and then go back after the limelight passes.
Ling Qingyu also received a letter from Han Bian, saying that he had purchased a large number of fields on Hedong Road and Shaanxi Road, and had begun to gather refugees to cultivate them. Yang Zhao gave the brewing power of the military wine under his jurisdiction to the Ling Family Commercial Bank. There were two more battles outside Heishui Pass in autumn. Yang Zhao won another big victory and was promoted two ranks. His generals also received rewards. Now they have led 100,000 troops. He won a big victory and drove back the Liao army for fifty miles. After this big victory, General Zhao went home to be honored and raised. Zhao Yinfeng, the third son of the Zhao family, was named Marquis of Dingguo because of his great victory. The general commanded an army of 400,000 troops on Hebei Road and East Road.
Han Bian wrote eloquently, writing that the output of several fields was very good, the cotton had been planted, and the harvest was very good, and now they are provided to his own weaving workshop, and he also specially hired weavers from Qiongzhou to weave cotton cloth, Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xidu each built their own gold, silver and jade processing factories, and now they have created a jadeite fashion storm, and so on. At the end, he wrote a sentence: General Yang Zhao resisted the order and refused to marry again after the war after the fall of this year, and was punished eighty years. Tingzhang.
Ling Qingyu looked and looked at the last sentence, not even noticing the tears falling quietly. Yan San stood behind her blankly, watching her tears dripping on the word Yang Zhao, and then smeared into a piece of ink.
After a busy month, Ling Qingyu took the fully loaded Fengshen.
The trade routes in Southeast Asia have resumed unimpeded. Although the spices are still insufficient, they are not as urgent as before. When the Fengshen arrived in Quanzhou, Fan Ye still boarded the ship to inspect it in person, but his attitude was much calmer. Seeing that the Fengshen brought back a lot of goods this time, But it was not as envious as last time, and most of them were crude goods. I nodded in my heart, thinking that those who came to Ling's family knew how good it was. This time she went out for so long, but the value of the goods was half that of last time. It seemed that the last time was indeed the same That Chula merchant's stuff.
But when a million taels of vain cash was in front of him, Fan Ye still sprayed tea.
Gold and silver are the most solid foundations of the monetary system, but the silver production in Dazhou is not very large, so besides the money panic, there are also silver panics, such as silver cash, the government wants to buy it, but the Ling family, you take this hundred What does ten thousand taels of cash come out mean? Our Quanzhou Shipping Department does not have a million copper coins for you to give.
"Isn't there a 10% tax?" Ling Qingyu asked, blinking. What she wanted was silver on the bill of lading, otherwise, how could so much silver be brought in in the future
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Ye nodded again and again, the white money is worth more than a bank note.
"Master Ling, Mr. Fan is about to return to Beijing for assessment. I'm afraid he won't be assigned as Quanzhou shipping department again next year, but if Mr. Ling has something to do, he can go to Bianliang Fan's Mansion." Fan Ye said after taking a sip of tea. For more than a year, although Ling Qingyu was not around, the filial piety and dividends of the Ling Family Firm did not lose a penny. After more than a year, they actually distributed hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Fan Ye also knew that Ling Qingyu was thanking him. Help each other, everyone has a happy cooperation, and Fan Ye doesn't mind keeping this relationship.
"That's it! Thank you, my lord!" Ling Qingyu cupped his hands in thanks. As soon as Fan Ye left, Quanzhou lost a protective umbrella, loss, loss!
"I saw that the head of the house brought back a lot of pepper, don't you know?" Fan Ye stopped talking and looked at Ling Qingyu with a smile.
"Of course, when my lord returns to Beijing, Ling Qingyu has nothing to give, only these extra items are still useful." Ling Qingyu also laughed.
The little official came back to report to Fan Ye after counting. This time, Ling Qingyu didn’t have those expensive Red Sea goods here. Most of them were spices and seasonings, and some cloth jewelry from Zhu Luo’s side. Fan Ye scanned and roughly calculated and removed them. I'm afraid there are still three or four million taels of silver in the lottery, and I nod to Ling Qingyu unconsciously, he is a master who can make money.
As soon as Fan Ye left, Ling Qingyu ordered all kinds of spices to be packed up to a thousand catties plus 10,000 catties of pepper and sent to Yang.
"Old Ding," Ling Qingyu asked after taking a sip of tea and hesitating, "Is it still possible to go on the food road that Han Bian took last time?"
Ding Budong smiled, and said: "Mr. Han said that you will definitely ask this. He has already prepared the surplus food in Wuhu and Huai'an. Brother Han will naturally join you when you disembark in Hangzhou as the head of the family."
"Han Bian knows that I'm coming back at this time?" Ling Qingyu couldn't help wondering.
"That's not true, it's just that Mr. Han said that no matter whether the head of the family comes back or not, he will make this trip. He has already obtained the guide for entering the middle road. He said that the tea guide obtained by entering the middle can just buy tea." Ding Budong laughed. It was indeed a long time since Ling Qingyu went out this time. Fortunately, he had already planned the layout before leaving, and gave them full authority. The tea that Han Bian obtained after bringing the excess grain into the middle could get tea in his own tea garden in Fuzhou, so he just removed it. In addition to being directly purchased by the government at a discounted price, tea is also a best-seller in the northwest area, and it costs hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every time it comes and goes.
"So, then, Mr. Ding, half of the goods will be unloaded for you. Hurry up, let's go to Hangzhou." Ling Qingyu laughed.
When they arrived at Hangzhou Dock, they saw Zheng Xi, Han Bian and Cai Jingfang waiting at the dock.
"Are you sure?" Ling Qingyu couldn't help wondering, even if Ding Budong sent a letter, it was impossible for her to ship faster.
"The three shopkeepers have been waiting here for ten days." The little shopkeeper next to him laughed.
Ling Qingyu felt a little moved in his heart, and then he remembered, yes, today is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month here in Dazhou.
Ding Dong asked Ling Qingyu to go back with them first, and he came to bring people to arrange the goods. Cai Jingfang had already bought hundreds of warehouses at the Hangzhou Wharf, and built an independent wharf dedicated to the Fengshen in the Outer Harbor, with tight guards and many porters. People are familiar with each other, so there is no need for Ling Qingyu to worry about it.
"Let's go, let's go, when it's done here, we'll come over to celebrate the New Year together." Ding Dong laughed. The goods on the ship have to be unloaded to the warehouse. The weapons, armor and stainless steel agricultural tools brought back by the head of the ship must be unloaded with the utmost care. This time, the silver and raw ore in the dark cabin on the ship will be transported to Wanyu at night. The garden is ready. Now that the ship is parked in its own dock, it is much safer, and the sailors can take a vacation. The rudder and anchor of the Fengshen are all specially made, even if someone steals it, it cannot be driven away.
"And my seedlings." Ling Qingyu turned back and shouted, and then said to the cook who followed: "Xu Da, let's make chili fried pork tonight."
"Okay! Let's watch my handicraft tonight, little ones, be careful!" the cook yelled and ran away.
A few carriages were waiting outside the pier. The appearance was still very simple, but it was very spacious. Ling Qingyu climbed up to take a look, and found that the inside was really luxurious, with a bed, soft cushions, a leopard skin on the bed, and A small tea table.
Zheng Xi and the others boarded several other carriages, Yan San sat in this one, Yan Qi and Ying Jiu sat in the driver's seat, Ying Er Ying Shi Ying Thirteen sat in the driver's seats of other carriages.
"Is this a shotgun change?" Ling Qingyu sighed while leaning on the bed. Now I finally found the feeling that I have money.
"Huang Jing is also making a carriage for you, you can sigh when you see that." Yan San smiled, knocking everywhere on the carriage, and found some hidden compartments, some for food, some for tea, and others put money.
That Huang Jing? That would not be called a carriage at all. Ling Qingyu thought of the structure diagram of Huang Jing, the box body of red sandalwood, the frame of iron wood, the wheels with steel rings, the volume and weight that can only be pulled by more than four horses, and the bed inside can sleep two. Personally, maybe you can do that in the carriage. Thinking of this, Ling Qingyu unconsciously looked at Yan San. He was looking down to see if there was any hidden compartment. His hair was only tied up with a cloth band, exposing his slender neck.
"Yan San."
"Huh?" Yan San raised his head and responded, seeing that Ling Qingyu had already bent over and hugged his neck, and kissed his lips.
Yan San hugged her tightly, kissed her deeply, and then let go after a long time, whispering in her ear: "Don't worry, I won't leave." No matter who you choose, you won't leave, don't worry .
Ling Qingyu blushed suddenly. This man really knew everything, he knew her hesitation, he knew her dissociation, he knew her uncontrollable feelings for Yang Zhao. When he saw that sentence, he didn't say anything. When she needs him, he is there, satisfying her gently or fiercely. When she doesn't need him, he is silently behind her. He never says he loves or likes her, but as long as he looks back, he is by his side.
what! How to do? She can't let go of anyone. Should I be in a dilemma!