More than a month later, Song Zizhou received a flying pigeon from the capital. www.biquge.info The first generation of the owner of the village set this rule because his son was too well protected, and in the end he was deceived, and he almost led the enemy to serve the entire Green Willow Villa. The old owner was angry and put his son under house arrest, and since then this rule has been in place in Green Willow Villa, and it has been strictly enforced.

The people of Green Willow Villa are strong in martial arts, although they are not allowed to bring swords, but they are not ordinary people who can fight with Shuangquan alone. But this Wang Shaoqing is an unlucky guy, people don't have a hard time with him, they just took the sheep and stole his money bag, he was so hungry that he couldn't do anything, so he went to the Li Mansion to be a nurse.

Seeing this, Song Zizhou was relieved.

Wang Shaoqing has been in Li's Mansion for a few days, but every time he eats, he feels all kinds of discomfort, not stomach pain, but heart pain...... How rich is this Li Mansion, and all the people who eat are white-flour steamed buns? Originally, when he was in the Bran Wheat Hall, he was very hungry, and he didn't pay much attention to it, and in the past two days, the big guys have eaten together, and the meals served are white-flour steamed buns. Wang Shaoxia was forced, every bite was like gnawing on white silver, and now he finally knew why this family needed guards, people were stupid and had a lot of money......

Dexing looked at Wang Shaoqing's tangled expression with the steamed bun, and he was very empathetic, he couldn't even afford to eat cornmeal, and he came to Li Mansion and was directly promoted to wheat flour. He patted Wang Shaoqing on the shoulder with one hand, "Wang Shaoxia, the young master is very generous, he has never been harsh on us in eating, and his family is in the flour business, I was like you at first, but I got used to it when I ate." ”

Wang Shaoqing was silent, lowered his head and took another bite of "silver".

Zheng Rong didn't know about this series of things that happened at the dinner table, and she was now thinking about another thing. It has been more than a year since I cooperated with Song Zizhou, and it's time to share dividends with him!

The majestic silver ticket is hidden in a place that no one can find, and that is the Moon Palace. Since the last time a thief visited, she had decisively moved the place for the silver ticket.

At night, the two sat down on the stone bench face to face, Zheng Rong gently pushed a black box in his hand to Song Zizhou, Song Zizhou glanced at her suspiciously, stretched out his slender hand, lifted the lid of the box, and saw that a box of silver tickets was slowly placed inside, each with a hundred taels of denominations, and the yards were neat.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It was in this place at the beginning, we said that it was five or five points, and this one is yours." Looking at Song Zizhou's slightly frowning brows, thinking that he might still be uneasy, he added, "If you have any doubts, I'll bring the account book tomorrow." ”

Song Zizhou felt a little strange in his heart, closed the box and pushed it back, "You can put away these silver tickets first, whether it is bran wheat hall or glazed manufacturing, and then you will need money to expand the scale, and then divide it when it is stable." ”

Thinking of Song Zizhou, the king of Chu, he is high, and now he is still stationed in southern Xinjiang, and the emperor is far away, is he the emperor of the soil? It didn't miss this bit of silver, so he took the box back, "Yes, then I'll take it first." ”

"Do you want me to send you some more?" Song Zizhou asked.

Zheng Rong thought about it for a while and refused. It is true that she is short of manpower now, but she suddenly realized that almost all of his stewards were sent by Song Zizhou. If the two fall out one day, it will be disadvantageous to her, so it is better to cultivate some people by herself.

Song Zizhou didn't know about Zhengrong's concerns, but when she really didn't lack manpower for the time being, she was really impressed by her, and this little girl really had a few brushes.

"How's it going over there? Can the Lu people come to attack? ”

"The Lu people were injured last time, but they didn't make a big move, but they harassed them on the edge from time to time." Song Zizhou saw that Zhengrong cared so much about the war, and it was not a secret, so he told her.

Zheng Rong has been educated for more than 20 years in modern times, and the rise and fall of the world, the truth that the husband is responsible still understands, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Do you still need food?" I still have some stock here. ”

Song Zizhou still understands the principle that good steel is used on the blade. Now that there is plenty of food and grass in southern Xinjiang, there are soldiers who are not used to eating it, so it is better to wait until the time when it is most needed.

"The business of the Bran Hall can be done farther away." Song Zizhou rubbed the wrench on his thumb and said.

"Oh? So what does the prince suggest? ”

Song Zizhou replied without thinking, "Northern Xinjiang! Northern Xinjiang is not as good as southern Xinjiang, where there is a shortage of grain and grass in winter. ”

Zheng Rong showed a clear look, but he was still a little hesitant, "Northern Xinjiang has been in war for many years, and ordinary businessmen can't stand it. What's more, in the eyes of those people, we are in the grain business, are we just moving fat? They will come and bite me at any time. ”

Listening to the metaphor, Song Zizhou curled the corners of his lips, "Don't worry, someone will answer you when you go, I just hope you must help me with Daxia when I go." ”

Zheng Rong didn't say yes or no, lowered his head and muttered for a while, before looking up into Song Zizhou's eyes, "Then you should send some people to me!" ”