Although Yun Yanhui's hammock failed to save him, and he didn't promote it in Bianjing, it still became popular because it spread when it was used by the Ansu Army, spread to Liao Kingdom, and then gradually spread to the country. Bianjing.
Just because of this—maybe with the rough style of the hammock, many people actually thought it was a product of the Liao Kingdom, but that’s for another story.
A few days later, Yun Yanhui and his group arrived at the Ansu Army on the West Road of Hebei. It was autumn, and it seemed that the outside of the city was yellow and a little barren. It may be hard to imagine how much income such a farm can bring to Song.
Da Song set up the farms for the neighboring countries, and the annual commercial tax of a farm was at least 50,000 kan, and the Ansu army was more than 100,000 kan, not to mention the total income. After all, as an official trading place, many transactions here are carried out by the imperial court, and that is the big deal.
It is such a huge profit that attracts countless people to smuggle trade.
It is true that the Liao Kingdom has a greater demand for the goods of the Song Kingdom. Tea alone can make the Song Dynasty more profitable. This situation also applies to other countries. After all, the current Song Dynasty is an uncompromising economic and cultural center.
That's why, every time the situation at the border is tense, economic sanctions are also a very important means, and you can be a hooligan at every turn: if your country does this again, we will close the market!
Then, the other party will admit to persuasion...
Yunyan sat back on the carriage, looking at the city head, the sun was shining on his face, the corner of his mouth was thinking about this, he was smiling, the light in his eyes was shining, and the blue and red at the corners of his eyes were also shining...
Shuang Yi said worriedly, "It won't be broken, right?"
"..." Yun Yan Hui was immersed in national pride, and when she said this, her face was pulled down.
That's right, he doesn't have Shuangyi's balance ability, so he's on the street, but there's no need to keep talking, right? It's been three days, Shibae for three days!
Xiaobao also came over and said, "It's alright, you can see that it has faded a lot, but you must insist on rubbing the medicine. Brother Yan, the smell is not good, but for your face, you must rub it every day."
"Got it..." Yun Yanhui was really sweet and sad when her younger siblings cared about her.
But no matter how complicated Yun Yanhui's mood was, the Zhijun of Ansu's army had already left the city to welcome him.
The name of the army here is known as Shao Tingyi, and it is rare that it is a military attache. Although the Zhijun had to lead the troops, most of these official positions were filled by civilians these days. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when the regime was established, military officers were mostly used to know the army and the state. After the country was stabilized, they began to be afraid of this and that, and the civilian officers gradually replaced the military officers in high positions. However, the Ansu army was located at the border, and the court probably took this into consideration and chose to appoint more courageous military attachés.
Shao Tingyi led Ansu army officials to receive him, including the director of the market. He was nearly forty years old, with a slight beard on his lower jaw.
Shao Tingyi has a Bianjing accent. After all, he came to Zhibian from Bianjing. "The last time Xiaguan and Xuanyu envoy met, it was seven or eight years ago. Dare to ask the king if his body is safe?"
Shao Tingyi did not shy away, and opened a relationship with Zhao Yunchu.
Yun Yanhui looked at his demeanor with cold eyes, but he felt that he was different from the hearty face on his face, and he was still a little attentive.
Zhao Yunchu replied politely, pretending to be very similar, as if he came here really just to make money from the Liao Kingdom and Xixia, and he didn't even look at the director of the field.
Shao Tingyi invited Xuan Envoy and his group into the city. It can be seen that there are many merchants and soldiers coming and going here. At first glance, it sounds a bit like Bianjing, because there are accents everywhere, and they are all here to do business.
Countries have always set up farms, either because of convenient transportation or as important military locations. The Ansu Army is obviously the latter, and there are a lot of troops stationed here.
Zhao Yunchu and the others stayed in the yamen. Although there was a post station, Zhao Yunchu felt that the conditions here were better and more suitable for Yun Yan to return. He promised Yun Yan to return to a place with a better environment.
There are a lot of oil and water at the border, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. This is the backyard of the yamen. Although there is no violation of regulations, it is also extremely luxurious in the allowable range. Shao Tingyi looked at them and said with a smile: "It's all from the predecessor. I don't understand this."
Zhao Yunchu nodded, noncommittal.
Shao Tingyi took care of the banquet, and there were singing and dancing performances during the banquet.
Zhao Yunchu immediately became more lively. After three rounds of drinking, he pulled Shao Tingyi and said, "I'll call you Uncle Shi..."
Shao Tingyi waved his hands again and again, with a look of fear, "Don't dare, don't dare!"
Zhao Yunchu pressed his shoulder, "Uncle Shi, have you seen these people I brought?" He glanced at Shao Tingyi, "One is a good friend of mine, and his family sells silk and silk. ."
Shao Tingyi suddenly relaxed, "Hehe, hehe, silk and silk business."
Silk and silk trading is also a relatively important part of the trading market.
"Yes, he intends to follow the line of Liao, but he is not very familiar with this place. I have a few shares in him, so I will bring him this time, and I would like to ask you to introduce him to an uncle Shi. It's over." The introduction, naturally, was the official who introduced the market.
"That's natural." The Song people had a strong business ethos, and Shao Tingyi called Liu Yong, the director of the market, without the slightest suspicion.
Zhao Yunchu also waved and called Yun Yan back, "This is Zheng Ling."
He casually used Zheng Ling's name.
Shao Tingyi had been out of Beijing for a few years, so naturally he didn't know a small Yanei who worked in the Hanlin Painting Academy.
Yun Yanhui also sang, "Zheng Ling, Zheng Feibo."
With a smile on his face, Liu Yong came over and talked with Yun Yan about silk and silk in a friendly way. Yun Yan said a few words with a reserved face, not very face-saving.
A trace of unhappiness flashed in Liu Yong's eyes, but because of Zhao Yunchu's presence, he forbeared and said nothing.
After the banquet was over, Liu Yong said to Shao Tingyi very displeased, "That's all for the little prince. He is a clan, and the little white face he brought is really a little prince, and he is putting on airs with me."
"Hmph, although the little prince hasn't said a few words to him, but have you seen the situation? Xiaobai's face is clearly selling his ass. You hold back for me, ask him out, and find out the details!" Shao Tingyi said coldly.
Liu Yongjiu woke up a little, "What?"
Shao Tingyi said: "The eight kings are about to rise, and the official family will use the clan. If we pull him to do it together, it can be regarded as a wooden peach. However, you have to see clearly whether they are interested in the end."
Liu Yong pondered for a moment, "Okay."
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The next day, someone came to Yun Yan and said that Liu Yong invited him out for a drink and wanted to introduce him to the restaurant.
The visitor looked at Zhao Yunchu and said, "Yes, Liu Yong is very attentive", and asked Yun Yan to follow him.
Liu Yong invited Yun Yan back to the restaurant. In addition to him, there were several officials from the market and two familiar businessmen.
"Brother Feibo, come, come."
Hearing Liu Yong's equal treatment, Yun Yan didn't reject it, sat down carelessly, and smelled the wine, "Well, good wine!"
"Naturally, this is a good grape wine, but it's a bit strong. Brother Feibo, be careful." Liu Yong said with a smile.
"Humph." Yun Yan drank a glass of wine quietly, and then choked, her face flushed, and she was a little embarrassed, but because she was a young man, it only made people feel funny and interesting.
There was a burst of laughter during the banquet, and the atmosphere became much warmer, "Be careful, little brother, this is not as soft as the soft rice wine that Tokyo people drink."
Yun Yan returned with a look of embarrassment, and unnaturally took another drink slowly.
Liu Yong laughed, "That's right, drink slowly."
After a few rounds of drinking, everyone started drinking, and Yun Yanhui and Liu Yong chatted one after another.
The businessman Liu Yong invited drank too much and stood up and said, "Zheng Xiaolang, your family makes silk, so come and see me!"
He showed his outer robe to Yun Yan to look back. It was not obvious when he was sitting before, and he didn't speak. Now everyone looked closely, only to find that this cloud pattern robe was actually made of kesi!
One inch of kesi and one inch of gold, how much time and money does such a robe cost
Everyone present couldn't help but swallow.
Yun Yan turned back with a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth, "What is it that is worth showing off?"
The man glared, "What did you say?"
"Teach you to be good, it is Kesi, and there is a distinction between upper and lower. Don't yell at everything you see." Yun Yanhui also stood up, sneered, stepped on the stool with one foot, and took it from her arms. He pulled out a handkerchief, threw it on the table, and raised his chin slightly, "The handkerchief I use to wipe my mouth is also worth more than your clothes."
blow so hard
Someone pulled the veil twice and unfolded the veil. This time, it was discovered that the veil was also made of kesi, and the pattern on it was clearly a lifelike picture of camellia and butterfly. Just by looking at the natural transition of colors, one could imagine a craftsman. It can be made by switching between countless similar silk threads, and the wiring is even more fine and ingenious. I don't know who wrote the original painting, it's very smart.
In recent years, everyone can feel that the popular style of Kesi works is slowly changing to the magnificent, chasing the aesthetics of the palace.
Coupled with the subtlety of this work, what Zheng Ling said was right, maybe it was worth more than that person's entire robe.
Seeing that the businessman swallowed dryly, Yun Yan picked up the handkerchief slightly drunk, laughed, and threw it into the wine-scalding stove.
Liu Yong: "..."
Everyone: "… "
Well, what a prodigal...
Liu Yong swallowed his saliva and his eyes became hot. If he just imagined what Shao Tingyi said before, to give them a little sweetness and please the clan, then now, he really wants to work closely with this Zheng Ling.
Such top-notch Kesi works were generally digested in the Song Dynasty, which made Liao people envious. But this prodigal son was burned at will... I thought he was arrogant before, but now it seems that he is still modest! Could this be an ordinary silk dealer
Liu Yong was excited and stood up.
Yun Yan replied: "What?"
"No, it's nothing," Liu Yong laughed dryly, "I'll give you another toast, Brother Feibo, you're so bold."
"I can't beat the power of alcohol..." Yun Yan shied back.
Liu Yong shoved the cup into his hand, "Are you incapable of drinking, or are you afraid?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed in Yun Yan's eyes, and she probably thought of the choking she had just made before, how could she be willing to lose her face again, so she gritted her teeth and drank the cup, her eyes becoming more drunk.
A hint of slyness flashed in Liu Yong's eyes, drink it, you won't get drunk, you little white face from Tokyo.