If it was replaced by the Donglin Party and the Jin Shang, they would not be able to eat for a long time, and they would only keep raising the price, and even rise to seven dollars and eight dollars of silver with a clear conscience.

Old lady Song is thinking about how to reduce the price, so that the people can buy more cotton cloth and live a better life.

Zhu Shun stretched out four fingers and said calmly: "Four coins of silver." ”

Four coins of silver? Five coins of silver is already very low, and every penny of silver that is reduced in price will make more than a thousand taels of silver less.

Zhu Shun opened his mouth to be four coins of silver, even if it was his own grandfather standing in front of him, it was estimated that his grandfather would chase and beat him all over the yard with a stick, scolding the loser.

Old lady Song didn't ask the reason, and smiled even more heartily: "You kid looks at this matter, even if it's a penny and a horse, I don't have anything to say, old man." ”

"But there is one thing, no one of the 500,000 people can be missing, if one more starves to death, see that the old man doesn't have to knock your head with a crutch."

Now the bureaucrats and squires are desperately drinking the blood of the victims, and this old man in front of him, who is not very rich, is difficult enough to maintain the life of a large family, but he is thinking about the victims everywhere.

Zhu Shun solemnly bowed his hand, left here, and went to the Lu Weaving Factory next door that was being renovated to find Lu Yuanwai.

Since Lu Yuanwai decided to stay last year, he was alienated by all the bureaucrats and gentry in the county, and the patriarch did not ask him to go to the ancestral hall for dinner because of this incident during the Chinese New Year.

He was the only man in the clan, sitting at home and eating cold rice.

In the past year, Lu Yuanwai has suffered all kinds of humiliation, but everything is worth it.

Looking at the Lu Weaving Factory that was about to be renovated, Lu Yuanwai clenched the old bamboo carving fruit in his hand, one day you will take the initiative to come over and beg to beg to make friends with me, and beg me to go to the ancestral hall for dinner.

Zhu Shun walked into the Lu Weaving Factory, and when he heard the movement, Lu Yuanwai took the initiative to greet him: "Why does Ambassador Zhu have time to come to me today." ”

In the face of different people, different methods must be used, Zhu Shun said calmly: "Do you want your son Jane to be in the emperor's heart?" ”

Lu Yuanwai's son had just been admitted to the Jinshi the year before last, and he still didn't have a formal official body, let alone Jian Zai's heart.

Jane's four words in the emperor's heart are generally equivalent to the other four words, and they are on the rise.

Once you are taken by the emperor, it is difficult not to be promoted.

Lu Yuanwai knew the weight of this sentence, and he knew even more about the price of thinking of getting these four words, but no matter how big the price was, he had to fight for it, and he had worked hard for most of his life, not just for his son: "Ambassador Zhu, please speak." ”

No one can resist this sentence, especially Lu Yuanwai, who has a son, Zhu Shun knows what Lu Yuanwai is worried about, so he first gave him a reassurance: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's just the price of an eight-foot wide cloth." ”

When Lu Yuanwai heard that it was the price of the eight-foot wide cloth, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, stroked the bamboo carving fruit and said with a smile: "What should I do, it turned out to be a price problem." ”

"Don't say that there is Jane in the emperor's heart, but no, as long as Ambassador Zhu says a word, you can say as much as you want."

Zhu Shun nodded, this matter is finalized, and the big net is about to be rolled out.

On the day of the white dew season, a strange thing happened in the capital.

Since the Jurchens attacked the capital at the beginning of the year, the shops of the bureaucrats and squires have risen in everything, and the dry firewood has risen to six cents of silver, and the common people can hardly afford to burn firewood for cooking.

But on the day of Bailu, the cotton cloth shop of the Song family launched a large cloth of Shuntian, and a horse only costs four coins of silver.

This kind of large Shuntian cloth is eight feet wide, and one horse is almost catching up with the ordinary two, so it is equivalent to two coins of silver and one cotton cloth.

The price was only four cents more expensive than in a normal year, and it immediately caused a rush among the common people, and one shop sold fifty pieces of cloth in one day, and four Song family shops sold a total of two hundred.

This incident soon alarmed the Eight Jin Merchants and the Donglin Party.

Relying on this famine, Huang Yongfa, who made a fortune in the country, sat on the chair of Huanghuali Taishi, frowned and looked at the secret letter in his hand: "A hydraulic drilling machine is 5,000 taels of silver, and Zhu Shun will be brought to Shenyang City for 100,000 taels of silver." ”

"Lord Belle is crazy, Zhu Shun just blew up the fifth Belle Mang Gurtai at the beginning of the year, and now it is okay if you don't want his life."

"I also used 100,000 taels of silver for me to kidnap Zhu Shun and bring him to Liaodong."

"The price is too high, Yuan Chonghuan's life is only 150,000 taels of silver, and a small ambassador of the ninth grade is about to catch up with the governor of the second grade, which is too mysterious."

After reading the secret letter, Huang Yongfa threw it into the brazier in front of him and burned it, pondering how to complete this matter, because not only him, but the eight major Jin merchants should have received the secret letter.

This is a full 100,000 taels of snowflake silver, whoever can take the living treasure of Zhu Shun to Liaodong first, this 100,000 snowflake silver is anyone's.

The silver is still secondary, but Lord Belle said, whether it is a hydraulic drilling machine or Zhu Shun, as long as it can be taken away, after the Eight Banners enter the customs, the emperor will be given an imperial merchant status.

Huang Yongfa and several other Jin merchants couldn't figure out why the hydraulic drilling machine and Zhu Shun were so valuable, because they didn't know how miserable the Jurchens were during this time.

The reason why the Jurchen Eight Banners did not use muskets was because whether it was an old-fashioned bird gun or a new-style flintlock pistol built by John Tang, it was an old-fashioned three-stage combination and double-layer composite construction.

The poor production cannot form a system, not to mention, it is easy to blow up the chamber and blow up the fingers of the Eight Banners, so it is generally handed over to the Han auxiliary soldiers for use.

The Ming Dynasty has been doing well this year, since there is a hydraulic drilling machine, it has equipped the border army in large quantities in just a few months, and it is not easy to blow up.

Huang Taiji, who suffered a big loss from Zhu Shun, could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, trying to steal the hydraulic drilling machine and Zhu Shun.

It's a pity that for the outbreak of the plague, the entire Jurchen spies in Beizhili were exposed, and they could only hand over this matter to the Jin Shang.

Huang Yongfa thought about it for half a pillar of incense, but he never came up with a good way, and was ready to discuss it with the bookkeepers who were raised at home.

At this time, a steward of the family trotted into the main hall with a happy face: "Master, great joy." ”

Huang Yongfa arranged for this steward to find the whereabouts of his brother Huang Yonggui, but since Huang Yonggui sold his family's ancestral home, there has been no news: "Huang Yonggui has found it?" ”

The steward shook his head, but the joy on his face did not decrease: "That's not true, but another great event happened in the capital." ”

"The Song family's cotton cloth shop suddenly started selling an eight-foot cotton cloth, and now the market is crazy."

Huang Yongfa heard the eight-foot cotton cloth, and with his keen sense of smell, he sensed a great business opportunity: "How much is a horse?" Six cents, or seven cents. ”

The steward said a price that Huang Yongfa couldn't believe: "Four coins of silver for a horse." ”