Looking at the blood stains dripping on Zhang Ping's head, Zhang Miao felt a little guilty. He didn't expect Zhang Ping's desire to open his mind so strongly.

"Brother Ping, maybe this kind of thing is different from person to person, and it can't be forced." Afraid that Zhang Ping would still find a smash, if he was smashed stupidly, he would have one less helper, Zhang Miao kindly persuaded.

Zhang Miao was very embarrassed, because he knew that Zhang Ping's personality was very stubborn, and he was afraid that he would not be able to persuade him, and if he persuaded him ruthlessly, he would be suspected of not letting people open up, and it would be even worse if he was misunderstood.

"Ah Miao, you're right," Zhang Ping grinned in pain, "This kind of thing really can't be forced, many people have been smashed in the head, and only Ah Miao is the only one who has opened his mind." ”

turned out to be so persuasive, Zhang Miao looked at Zhang Ping with some suspicion: "In this way, you don't want to find Deng Lihua to smash your head?" ”

Zhang Ping shook his waist: "Don't look for it, I'm not really stupid, why do I have nothing to do?" ”

Zhang Miao was relieved.

The matter of the honey candle was settled, and the big guys were happy, and they made fun of Zhang Ping's injured head, Zhang Ping was ashamed and angry, and hid in the house and didn't come out.

Early the next morning, they put all the honey candles into a box and let Zhang Chuang and Zhang Ji carry them, and everyone went out to Kuai Yue Mansion to discuss the honey candles.

Before leaving, Zhang Jin searched all the villagers, made up 27 copper coins, and cut two catties of pork in the market.

The Kuai Yue family's mansion is very large, occupying the entire square, and the area is afraid that there are not hundreds of acres!

Looking at the tall and majestic gatehouse of the Kuai Yue family, as well as the brocade-clothed slaves standing at the gate with their chests folded, Zhang Jin and the others were a little cringe.

Zhang Miao walked over regardless of it.

"But Professor Zhang?" A hao slave greeted him with a smile on his face, and it seemed that Kuai Yue had an explanation.

Under the guidance of the slaves, the people walked towards the house.

One into the door of the house, is a huge wall, the wall is painted with a colorful phoenix map, bypass the wall, is a rockery several zhang high, there is a stream from the rockery to flow down, into a pond.

Curved corridors, pavilions, forests and flowers, this Kuai Mansion is like a garden, which makes people marvel.

However, imagining Kuai Yue's identity, the Jingxiang wealthy family, and supporting Liu Biao to sit firmly in Jingzhou's important ministers, it is understandable to have such a mansion.

"Haha, Sanjiang, why are you so polite?" Kuai Yue walked out of the flower hall, looked at the pork in Zhang Miao's hand, smiled, and motioned for Hao Nu to take it.

"It's the first time I've come to the door, and I don't know what to buy, so please forgive me." Zhang Miao smiled, and then introduced Zhang Jin beside him, "This is my uncle, be cautious." ”

Zhang Jin hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "I've seen Kuai Bei driving." ”

Kuai Yue smiled and nodded, and stretched out his hand to invite the two of them in.

After sitting down, a beautiful female servant brought tea, Kuai Yue invited the two to drink tea, and then put Zhang Jin aside, and talked about poetry with Zhang Miao with great interest.

Although Zhang Miao is a top student in history and studies ancient history, he can't compare with ancient people like Kuai Yue when he asks him to copy poems and talk about poetry. In order not to show timidity, he decided to change the subject.

"Don't drive, at present, Liuzhou has been governing the eight counties of Jingxiang for more than ten years, and the people in Jingxiang live and work in peace and contentment, and the Haiyan River is clear. However, there were frequent wars in the north, and the Son of Heaven was in turmoil among the rebellious ministers, and he could not live in fear. As a clan member of the Han family, at present, there are more than 100,000 soldiers in Jingzhou with sufficient food and armor, but can he lead the troops to the north and assist the Son of Heaven to stabilize the society? Zhang Miao asked with a smile.

Kuai Yue glanced at Zhang Miao lightly, stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup, and slowly tasted it, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Jin's heart tightened, and he desperately gave Zhang Miao a look, but Zhang Miao just smiled, waiting for Kuai Yue's answer.

Finally, Kuai Yue put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Miao: "Right now, Cao Sikong has taken the Son of Heaven to Xuchang, and the Son of Heaven is no longer displaced, so why is there any need for the state pastor to lead troops north?" The world, is the Han world, is the world of the Son of Heaven, although the state pastor he is a clan, but is still the minister of the Son of Heaven, now the Xudu court has been built, Cao Sikong and the important ministers perform their duties, the world will soon be able to settle down. ”

Zhang Miao smiled slightly: "Don't be right, Miao has been taught." ”

Kuai Yue shook his head, and Yaxing, who didn't talk about poetry anymore, said, "Have you brought the honey candle you said yesterday?" ”

Zhang Miao said: "I have already brought, a total of five hundred, just outside." ”

Zhang Ping and Zhang Chuang carried the box into the living room, put it on the floor, and then lifted the lid.

Kuai Yue looked at the honey candles in the wooden box, took one casually, and then a servant lit it with a fire sickle, looking at the flames of the honey candle burning, Kuai Yue nodded with satisfaction.

"How much are you going to make these honey candles?" Kuai Yue asked with a smile.

Zhang Miao touched the back of her head in embarrassment and said, "Don't drive, to be honest, we don't know how much this honey candle is worth." All the grain in the village has been robbed by the Yellow Turban thieves, as long as I can exchange the food for more than 800 people in the village for a year, I will be satisfied! ”

Eight hundred? Zhang Jin looked at Zhang Miao in surprise, there were not even six hundred children under the age of one month in the entire village!

Kuai Yue glanced at Zhang Miao with a smile: "Professor Zhang, you have learned arithmetic very well." ”

Eight hundred, even if half of them are children, each adult needs about ten stone for a year's ration, and half for children, so that the year's food ration is as much as six thousand stone! One stone of grain is calculated at 300 yuan, 6,000 stone grain is worth as much as 1.8 million yuan, and a honey candle is worth 3,600 yuan! This is outrageous!

(Stone is a unit of volume, in the Han Dynasty, a stone of grain was about 35-40 catties.) ）

Zhang Miao smiled innocently: "Eight hundred people are waiting to be fed, if there is no food, I don't know how many people will starve to death this winter, and we have no choice." ”

Kuai Yue waved his hand impatiently: "Not so much!" I'll give you 3,000 stone of millet at most, and no more!" ”

Three thousand stones, a honey candle for six stone millet rice, the price is very expensive. If it weren't for the fact that the honey candle was too rare, if it weren't for Zhang Miao's blockbuster at the literary meeting, and if it weren't for Liu Biao's public promise to buy the honey candle as a tribute to the Son of Heaven, Kuai Yue would not have offered such a high price at all! Of course, the money to buy the honey candle came from the Jingzhou treasury, not Kuai Yue himself, which is also an important reason why Kuai Yue agreed.

"In this way, the people of the village can only make do with wild vegetables to survive," Zhang Miao sighed, "but I still thank Kuai Beijia, and thank the state herdsmen for loving the people like children, otherwise, the whole village of 800 people still don't know how many people will starve to death." ”

"By the way, after I took the bee hive, I was worried that the bees would starve to death, so I made some wooden boxes with the villagers, and left some honey for them to rebuild their nests in the wooden boxes for survival, so that maybe there will be more honey candles next year." Before leaving, Zhang Miao said again.

Do you want to sell it again at a high price next year? Kuai Yue's eyes burst out, and he directly refused: "Don't think about such a good thing next year, it is impossible to give you such a high price again, even if your village is robbed by the yellow turban thief again!" ”

Zhang Miao sweated: "I didn't dare to think of such a price, just follow the market price." ”

Kuai Yue nodded: "In this way, how many honey candles can be brought." ”

For the wealthy families in Xiangyang, there is no shortage of that little money, and the honey candle, a luxury jewelry that can highlight the style of the wealthy family, is naturally not worried about sales!