"My lord, do you really want King Qin?"

Zhu Guobi, Huang Shu, Zhao Zhilong and others have dispersed, and in the Yongchun Pavilion of Dagongfang, Xu Hongji, Xu Yongji and Xu Yunjue began to close the door and conduct secret business.

When Xu Hongji, the Duke of Wei, heard his son's words, he first sighed, and then glanced at his son, "Our family has been rich and noble in the southeast for more than 200 years, and the branches of each faction are extremely prosperous, do you know how much land is added to all the land?" Are you willing to hand it all over? ”

"But, but ......"

How could Xu Yunjue be willing? Millions of acres! And most of them are good paddy fields, worth at least tens of millions of taels!

Besides, these lands are not all descendants of the Wei State Mansion, there are many hereditary commanders, and there are many scholarly doors that abandon martial arts and literature. Thousands of people are pointing to these lands for rent! It's all handed over, so that Wei Guofu can dig out the old foundation to feed so many people? How many old foundations does Wei Guofu have? How many years can you feed?

"How do you pay it!" Xu Yongji gritted his teeth, "Yanli is gone!" Hundreds of shops in Yangzhou and Huai'an are gone, and the money that was used to lend money to the four Shanxi salt chiefs is gone...... A year, you have to lose two million taels of salt profits, shop rents, and profits! Spread to the account of the ten rooms of the Wei State Mansion, the loss of each room will not be less than 200,000! ”

For the Xu family, land is just a "guarantee", and so many children really have to rely on business to squander it.

The focus of Xujia's commercial territory is Yangzhou, Huai'an and Nanjing. Now the Xu family's properties in Yangzhou and Huai'an have been confiscated, and only Nanjing is left with many commercial interests. But no matter how profitable the shops in Nanjing are, they can't be compared with salt profits!

If there is no salt and no land, how can the thousands of children of the Xu family's ten houses be fed? They're all used to eating.

"But if King Qin's matter is ruined...... But it's not a ruined fortune, it's a ruined door! ”

"Can't smash it!" Xu Yongji said with a smile, "The prince got carried away, he actually thought that our southeast relatives would obediently hand over the land because of his intimidation!" If he hadn't put forward such conditions, most of the southeastern relatives would not have done it with us. With the strength of our family, Zhu Guobi and Zhao Zhilong, we may not be able to fight the prince. ”

Xu Hongji nodded: "It's really carried away...... And it's not just us who occupy the military tun, official land, and hidden fields. The scholarly sect in the southeast occupies more land than us! There are seventy or eighty million hidden fields in Nanzhili alone, and most of them are occupied by these scholars. ”

"What the eldest brother said is extremely true!" Xu Yongji said, "As long as we can persist in Nanjing for a while, there will definitely be scholars in the southeast who will come forward to respond to us." ”

Xu Yunjue just shook his head: "But the letter from the Shi Pavilion Department said that the regent of the Tartar son plans to marry his daughter to the crown prince...... It seems that the big victory in Dagukou was not blown. ”

"Humph!" Xu Yongji didn't buy it at all, "We have Nanjing Jiancheng to rely on!" There are people in the southeast to fight, and Huang Degong and Zuo Liangyu are foreign aid. Nothing to be afraid of! Besides, the Tartars can go south at any time...... If the south is really in chaos, will that Tartar regent Dolgon let it go? Since ancient times, those who have won the Central Plains have won the world, if the Tartars have already won half of the Central Plains, will they not want the world and only settle for the situation of a Liao country? ”

......

An ordinary car rumbled through the bustling streets outside Yifengmen in the inner city of Nanjing, and turned into an alley next to Jinghai Temple.

Although this alley is in the middle of the city, not far away is the Longjiangguan Wharf - which is the throat of Nanjing's waterway traffic and the famous port on the Yangtze River! However, this small alley, which is very close to Longjiang Pass, is quiet and unusual. On one side of the alley is the outer wall of the ancient temple Jinghai Temple, and on the other side there are many houses of moderate size and detached families, all of which are the property of Jinghai Temple. The south end of the alley is connected to Yifengmen Street, and the north end ends at Dahong Pond, which is a dead-end road.

Because this alley is very close to Longjiang Pass and Caojiang Water Division's camp, and the houses in the alley are also good, there are many water managers or officials in charge of Longjiang Tax Customs, who rent houses in this quiet alley nearby.

At the entrance of the alley, there were a few soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets, standing lazily and squatting, and they didn't know how to show the gate to the official who lived here? When they saw the carriage coming in, they immediately got up and stepped forward to stop it—usually those who came in this kind of carriage were merchants who came to the door, and the soldiers came up to stop them, and they could get a few small sums of money into their accounts. However, this time it was an exception, and when the coachman saw them, he took out a token of the garrison and shook it from his bosom. Several soldiers were immediately startled and hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

As soon as the coachman opened his mouth, he had a crisp Beijing accent: "Is Zuo Yushi at home?" ”

"Yes, yes...... Zuo Yushi's mother died, and he was packing up his things at home, preparing to return to his hometown. ”

The coachman then took out a handful of money, threw it on the ground, and said, "Reward you!" ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Making money is not a worthless little money, four or five hundred pieces can be exchanged for one or two pieces of silver! No matter how a lot of them, they can always let a few soldiers here eat a few good meals, and they naturally thanked the reward and went to pick up the money happily.

The carriage continued on its way, and soon came to a halt at the gate of a modest little courtyard. The coachman lifted the curtain, and a burly and imposing middle-aged man walked out of it, who was Zhao Zhilong, the garrison of Nanjing.

Zhao Zhilong was not wearing an official uniform, but a Confucian was dressed up, and after getting out of the carriage, he strode forward and knocked on the gate of the small courtyard. After a few taps, the door opened, and an old man poked out of it, squinting at Zhao Zhilong.

"You are ......"

Zhao Zhilong took out the post and handed it over: "Uncle, I am a friend of Zuo Yushi, and I came to condole." ”

Zuo Yushi is the famous Zuo Maodi in history, he is the imperial history of patrolling the river, that is, the imperial history of managing the water division and river defense with the commander of the Caojiang River. Although he was an official in the southeast, he made his home in Beijing. His mother, Chen, lives in Beijing and is cared for by Zuo Maodi's cousin, Zuo Maotai. Originally, Zuo Maotai could have escaped with Chen, but Zuo Maotai became a second minister, and at the same time left Chen in Beijing. Later, the Qing soldiers came, and Zuo Maotai happily surrendered and became the third minister, but the Chen family did not eat Qingsu and died of hunger strike!

The news of Chen's death from hunger strike was brought to Shandong by Sun Zhiqi and Jin Zhijun, and Gao Hongtu wrote to Zuo Maodi. So Zuo Maodi was heartbroken, became a filial son at home, and also handed over a fold to ask to return to his hometown Ding Wei - the fold was handed to Xingzai, Zhu Cihong gave it approval, and ordered Zuo Maodi to go to Yangzhou.

So when Zhao Zhilong came to visit, Zuo Xiaozi, who was wearing linen and filial piety, was packing up his things and preparing to go to Yangzhou to face the saint, and then go back to his hometown to be a filial son......

"Mr. Zhao, you are ......"

Zuo Xiaozi was stunned when he saw Zhao Zhilong's dress, why didn't he wear an official uniform?

Zhao Zhilong said: "Luo Shi, let's find a clean place to talk." ”

"Oh, oh, please, please." Zuo Maodi had a point in his heart, Zhao Zhilong must have let him take the opportunity of going north to Shandong to contact Shi Kefa and Gao Hongtu.

Although the news of Shi Kefa and Gao Hongtu's betrayal of Qin Wang Xungui has been circulating in Nanjing City recently, Zuo Maodi does not believe it.

In his opinion, if King Qin's affairs want to succeed, he must combine the forces of all aspects, including the strength of Shi Kefa and Gao Hongtu.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down in the study, Zhao Zhilong took out an envelope and handed it to Zuo Maodi with both hands.

"Who is this for?" Zuo Maodi asked.

"To the crown prince Chitose!"

What the? To the crown prince Chitose?

Zuo Maodi looked at Zhao Zhilong, "You want to ......"

Zhao Zhilong didn't hide anything anymore, gritted his teeth and said: "The nobles here in the capital are crazy, and they actually want to resist the heavenly soldiers of His Royal Highness the Prince!" Ben Jue has received the emperor's grace, and they must be exposed! ”

You villain! Zuo Maodi took the envelope, nodded and said, "Okay, I will definitely transfer your secret fold to Chitose Ye!" ”