According to Jiang Pengji's intention, it is better to sell these war horses, lest the Meng shi catch her along the clues.
Xu Ke even started to make a budget, but after Meng Hun knew about it, he put forward completely different opinions.
"The subordinates don't really agree with Lang Jun's doing this. The loss is too great." Meng Hun licked his dry lips, and looked at the fat and strong horses with burning eyes. , a well-desired steed, is equivalent to their second partner, "It's better to hide them in the mountains for a while, and wait for the Meng family's limelight to pass before plotting other things..."
Jiang Pengji's focus was on the first sentence, "How big is the lost benefit?"
Meng Hun said, "For such a good-looking war horse, a horse is worth seventy or eighty taels. This is the price of a legitimate racecourse transaction. If it is sold privately to a horse dealer, the price they buy is not like this. It will be reduced by 40% to 50%... "
"So cruel?" Jiang Pengji asked
"This is a relatively conscientious horse dealer. If you bully and don't know how to do it, you will be tricked even harder. War horses are different from other horses. If there is a hidden injury, it is worthless. Therefore, the price is more expensive, but private sales also reduce more..." Meng Hun sighed authentically, and raised his hand to caress the mane of a maroon war horse. His body was vigorous and vigorous, and the muscles under his palms were tense and full of strength, which fascinated people.
Xu Ke made a mistake, sold it at a loss, and it was too risky to keep it in his hands. Even if he put it in the deep mountains, he would inevitably be found.
Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I'll listen to you this time, anyway, it's just out of thin air, and we won't lose money no matter how we deal with it. In the future, we will always train riding and shooting. With them, at least we don't need to buy extra horses. It saves a lot of money...”
Xu Ke asked, "But if this is the case, someone finds their traces and suspects..."
Jiang Pengji's reaction speed was very fast. When she agreed to accept Meng Hun's opinion, she already had a plan in mind.
"It's not difficult to handle. I originally intended to move the training of trilogy from the farm to the mountains." Jiang Pengji said, "It's just not now. Let's find a way to hide these horses first. It doesn't matter even if they are exposed. There is no way what to do with me..."
After saying that, Jiang Pengji showed a very harmless smile, "After all, I am a noble son of a noble family who has no power to tie a chicken, how can I run for more than ten miles, ambushed twenty-eight of them, killed twenty-seven, and still survived ... It's more credible to say that Meng Hun did it?"
The nerves at the corners of Xu Ke's mouth could no longer be maintained. When Meng Hun was not pulled into the gang, you could bully him. Now that he is his own friend, why don't you keep bullying him like this? What is eye-opening is that Meng Hun actually thinks it makes sense.
"That's true. Ordinary people must think so—although Mr. Xiao Lang has martial arts skills, how can he compare with the servants that the Meng family has cultivated so hard? With these horses in your hands, you can say that you bought them from a black market horse dealer." I bought it in my hand, how can the Meng family get you if they want to settle accounts?" Meng Hun smiled honestly, if it were an ordinary person who told the Meng family like this, it would definitely not be good.
But Jiang Pengji is not without support!
It's just a dozen or so war horses, the Meng family is not short of it, what they lack is the steps!
What is missing is face!
Jiang Pengji's reason was justifiable, how dare the Meng family to completely confront Liu Mansion for more than two dozen war horses?
"In this case, these horses will be raised in the mountains first. However, they have a strong temper. It is best to find someone who has experience in raising horses, so as not to be hurt by horseshoes." Jiang Pengji made a final decision, and Meng Hun had a strong smile on his face. some.
Twenty-seven war horses, how could he... can get one of them?
The maroon horse next to him is not bad, whether it's appearance or temperament, it all suits his appetite.
Seeing this, Xu Ke secretly supported his forehead, feeling a headache.
His own Langjun kills and robs him whenever he disagrees. Although it was the Meng family who was robbed and the Meng family who was killed, Langjun was born of a noble family, and there would be no shortage of anything in Liu's house on weekdays... Why... Why cultivate a Langjun Such a rogue robber style?
The same is true of Meng Hun next to him. He looked good before, but now he seems to be influenced by Mr. Lang.
Do not!
How long have these two been hooking up?
The impact speed is too fast!
Xu Ke's face was unrequited, and he watched Meng Hun call for someone to come and pull the horses away.
"The food these war horses eat on weekdays should be different from ordinary horses, right?"
Meng Hun said, "Naturally, it's different, eating more delicately and more expensively."
The veins on Xu Ke's forehead were twitching. All these war horses were uncles who needed to be served.
"Oh, I hope the letter will be delivered to Mrs. Meng soon, otherwise, Mr. Lang will not be able to support him."
Xu Ke is in charge of the accounts. He is most aware of the current financial situation. At present, he still has to rely on the support of Liufu.
Now, the entire trilogy, with forty to fifty mouths, plus twenty-seven horses, all depend on the Meng family's rice grains.
Meng Hun: "..."
Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
Perhaps, Meng Hun is not the only one who has changed, Xu Ke has also become more shameless.
Their husband is really poisonous!
"Okay, Feng Huaiyu, you can find it hard."
Feng Jin was going to find Jiang Pengji in Japan today, but he didn't expect to hear a familiar voice just as he got into the carriage.
Lift the curtain and look, hey, acquaintance!
"Wen Bin?" Feng Jin got out of the car, the joy of meeting an old friend flashed across his young face, "Why are you here?"
The two greeted each other, and Feng Jin entered the door welcoming the excellent-looking young man in the lake blue Confucian shirt.
"Isn't this going to prepare for the assessment? I wanted to ask you to participate together, but I didn't expect your third brother to tell Yu that you came to Hejian with the fourth prince... It's not far away, so I just took a detour, maybe I can meet you. No, as soon as I entered the city, I saw you from a long distance."
The smile on the boy's face can be called bright, not as reserved and reserved as ordinary people, and his brows are full of vigor.
Feng Jin smiled bitterly, "Wen Bin came just by chance, do Jin a favor."
"What's the matter?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Could it be that he was entangled by some enthusiastic lady, and he has no skills?"
After all, they were good friends who grew up together, and the two were the same age. Facing Han Yu, Feng Jin also let go of her usual prudence.
"Look at what you said, it's getting more and more serious, I really don't know how Mr. Yuanjing can teach you." Feng Jin patted the other party's shoulder angrily and whispered, "The fourth prince prefers to linger in the dusty places, but every time Calling Jin... I really can't bear it."
"Could it be... that the fourth prince still sees Huaiyu's beauty?"
Han Yu had an indescribable expression on his face.
Feng Jin coughed, and said in a low voice, "Of course not... Jin doesn't like to go to such a sensual place."
I don't like to go, but I'm still being called over. It's okay to refuse once or twice, but I'll refuse again and again, and the fool knows that something is wrong.
What's more, the fourth prince Wuma Jun was a little smarter than the fool. (To be continued.)