The 99th Bowl of Soup Dream (6)

Feng Ruyuan was very afraid of the King of Xijiang. He was afraid that he would tremble for a long time when he was seen by the King of Xijiang. Every time he was summoned, he wished to only talk to that Mr. Meng, so that he would not be nervous.

However, Zhang Wenzheng was the complete opposite of him. He was afraid of that Mr. Meng to his bones, but instead he could speak well to the King of Xijiang.

Qinghuan didn’t put a bug in Feng Ruyuan’s body, because Feng Ruyuan was a man with a lively mind, unlike Zhang Wenzheng, a brave and brave man with a big head and a big neck. He didn’t need bugs at all, and Feng Ruyuan would be scared by his own brain. Arrived.

The Hu people have always been careful not to reveal their grazing methods. Compared with the fat-bodied cattle, sheep and horses raised by the Hu people, the cattle raised in Xijiang are much worse. In previous years when the relationship between the two countries was good, they would exchange the cloth seeds of Da Zhou, but now the two countries are in a state of flux, and it is considered good if they do not fight directly, let alone any friendly trade exchanges.

This was precisely the task assigned by Song Jin to Feng Ruyuan.

When he came to Xijiang from the capital, he brought a handful of gold and silver treasures. Because they had heard of Xijiang for a long time, the Song and Jin Dynasties chose more agricultural books and well-preserved seeds, as well as things that could be exchanged for goods-this was to ensure their attraction to the Hu people. He even thought of seeking skin with tigers, first unite with Huren, and then eat the Huren.

With his wrist and brain power, this is not a problem at all. But Qinghuan appeared. She broke all his plans and turned him from a terrible avenger to a down-to-earth planner. According to the original idea, he should be able to hit the Central Plains now, but at the same time he is still studying how to double the cotton production in Xijiang. The wind and sand in the border area of ​​the western Xinjiang region was also used to plant peanuts and soybeans suitable for growth and strong vitality, as well as some special medicinal materials. Qinghuan put forward suggestions for water diversion and fertilization improvement, and Fan Lao really tossed it out!

If he is alone, he can naturally get revenge, but what kind of person will he become after revenge? Today's Xijiang is inseparable from Wanwan and other people. It is precisely because of these people that Song Jin has not been lost by hatred.

In fact, he guessed why Grandpa Emperor, who had been stubborn, died suddenly without warning, without even leaving a word for himself. That is to teach him to raise his grandfather, his only relatives in this world who treat him sincerely, if he can't get revenge, what's the point of being alive?

He would...become a tyrant.

If you don’t put the lives of others in your eyes, and treat the people as nothing, indulge in killing, with a mist in front of your eyes, you can’t see everything clearly, and the end result is naturally only stinking for thousands of years. That was definitely not what Grandpa Emperor wanted to see, so he left the two elders Zhou Fan to him, told them to assist him and teach him, and at the same time... also sent Qing Huan to him.

His benefactor, his best friend, his confidant, his... his...

She is like a beacon in life. When she appeared in front of him, Song Jin woke up like a dream, and finally realized how much what he was about to do would disappoint Grandpa Emperor, let down Zhou Fan and two old men, and let those who still look up. The people who followed him were disappointed.

Join forces with Hu Ren? What's the difference between that and treason!

He is young and vigorous, but he is not as good as Feng Ruyuan, who only loves money. This fellow loves money and deals with Huren, but he really didn't reveal a little bit of news about the Great Zhou Dynasty, and instead took advantage of it extremely. Song Jin felt that Feng Ruyuan was not suitable for being an official and suitable for business, so he sent him to take charge of business dealings with the Hu people. He also asked Feng Ruyuan to issue a military order. He had to make all the money. If he loses once, he cannot be profitable. Just chop off his head.

Feng Ruyuan’s angina pectoris is more serious. He used to not hear the silver, but now he sees the silver and his brain hurts.

What's the use of more? It's not his, and you can't take it home! His vault is completely empty, and now his wife is using his vault as a pickle cellar. Sometimes the vault door is not closed at night. It tastes so sour.

I have to say that Song Jin is very good at using people, his eyes are so old and precise, even Feng Ruyuan, who did not make decisions for the people when he was an official, and searched for the people, he was still an excellent chess piece in his hand. Don't say it, Feng Ruyuan really has a way of doing business, and he stunned the Hu people. The fur cattle and sheep are sent to the West Xinjiang like a continuous flow of water, no loss at all! Originally, Song Jin had already prepared for the **** and snatched the women and children back from Xijiang, but Feng Ruyuan was so powerful that he used a pack of Bupleurum seeds to get everyone back!

Steady profit without loss.

After Fan Lao's continuous transformation and cultivation, large tracts of Bupleurum were planted on the sandy land in the central belt of Western Xinjiang. Bupleurum is not easy to cultivate, but it is resistant to drought and dryness. The transformed central area of ​​Western Xinjiang is very suitable for planting, and because the market price is high, the people plant Bupleurum, through the government, can support their families. Then they were sold through the Xijiang Mansion-a steady stream of silver flowed to the Xijiang Mansion.

But Bupleurum is not suitable for growing on the Hu people's land. The medicinal materials that can grow on the sandy land of Western Xinjiang cannot grow at all in the Hu people's lush land. What's more, Feng Ruyuan, a profiteer, only gave them seeds, but didn't tell them how to cultivate!

Qing Huan was deeply convinced by the Song and Jin Dynasties' vision of employing people, thinking that the Song and Jin Dynasties had planned to cut down this Western Jiang Taifu, which was not as an insignificant only like money. Now that Feng Ruyuan has shown extremely high talents like wild grass growing wildly, she feels that Song and Jin Dynasties probably won't be willing.

The merits and demerits are enough to offset. The things Feng Ruyuan did, the silver he earned, the cow wool skins and other things abducted from the Hu people, were indispensable to the Song and Jin Dynasties and the people of Xijiang.

Feng Ruyuan also found that his life was having fun again after he was sent to trade with the Hu people, because he saw other people being upset because of a loss, and he was in a good mood, even with angina. Get better! He decided to make persistent efforts and go to the ground. The time has become a nickname, known as the razor.

Thinking about it now, since he was a child, he liked to cheat his brothers and sisters of money. Later, he went to participate in the imperial examination because his father was a merchant, and he had not passed the exam after reading the book for a lifetime. Before his death, his biggest wish was that his son could be able to Gold list title. Later, Feng Ruyuan became the top three in high school, but he lost his heart and forgot that he actually didn't like being an official at all.

Apart from money, there is really nothing to mention the joy of being a man.

Spring is gone and spring comes, only a blink of an eye, and three years have passed in a flash. Today's Xijiang is very different from when Qinghuan came three years ago. The streets are lively, the stalls are full of goods, and every family is full of food and clothing. The once barren land has now become the heaven on earth.

Husbands have committed several crimes, and they have been beaten back by the Xijiang army, which is now like an iron bucket, but on the court side, Xijiang is still the old Xijiang. But the emperor’s seat is not secure now. He is too anxious to ascend to the throne. The floods in the south of the Yangtze River, the locust plague in the east, and the drought in Jiangxi coincided with the rebellion of several other princes. I'm so busy, I heard that I'm bald.

Song Jin touched his thick black hair, secretly rejoicing. In the past three years, he kept a low profile and kept up his energy. Not only did his military strength greatly increase, the Western Xinjiang was prosperous, he also grew taller and slender, but his skin was not very tanned, unlike Mr. Zhou who was training in the military camp every day. Fan Lao, who is basking in the sun and making land, the two of them are now standing under the shade of the trees, basically they can't see where the people are.

Qing Huan walked in with a dozen of official documents, her beautiful eyes smiling, like a spring breeze, Song Jin asked curiously: "Is there anything good that can't be done?"

She put the document on his desk first, asked him to review it, and told him: "I just went out for a stroll, and I met the fourth son."

The fourth son is the little boy she rescued three years ago. Now he has grown up like an adult. He is tall and strong. Although he doesn't have half of his hand, he can still support his family. He is grinding the medicine at the pharmacy now, because he lost one of his hands and his feet are stronger. Stepping on the grinding pestle will get twice the result with half the effort. The younger sister is responsible for putting the medicinal materials and taking out the ground medicinal materials. It is just the two brothers and sisters. The money earned is enough to support the family, not to mention that there is a younger brother who goes around farming with Fan Lao. The three brothers and sisters have a very good life.

"Four sons tell me, everyone outside is full of praise and gratitude to the prince, saying that the prince is their second parent. Without the prince, they would not be where they are today."

Song Jin mentioned the cinnabar pen and drew a circle on the official document to indicate that he had read it, and said lightly: "I know."

But his gentle eyes leaked his pleasure.

Qing Huan pressed the official document with both hands and leaned close to him: "In fact, the prince is very happy in his heart?"

She got too close, and Song Jin's heart was choked. After three years, she became more and more attractive to him. If Song Jin thought about it as an illusion at first, then after three years of living together, he would have given up resistance long ago. What a big deal, after returning to the capital to avenge his revenge, he picked a well-behaved and sensible royal child to be the emperor, and he followed her.

After all, two men can't give birth to children.

After waiting for Song Jin's response, Qing Huan found that his eyes were straight, and it seemed that he couldn't help but tease. She chuckled and took her hand back. "Before I came, what did the prince do?"

"Reading." His face remained unchanged.

"Well, the prince is really studious." Qing Huan turned and waved his hand. "I'll go to Fan Laona to see, the prince hastened to read the official document."

Song Jin didn't keep her, waited until she left, and then cautiously brought her in. When he came in carefully, he took out the picture album that he almost hid in his sleeve with his eyesight and hands.

There are five characters printed on it: "Longyang Eighteenth Style".

He really wants to start learning.