Chapter 237: The Influence of the Ore Factory on Xing'anbo

Xing Anbo stared at the craftsmen in the distance, wanting to ask Zhu Shun how much silver was in a piece of clay, but it was difficult to speak directly.

After all, Xing'anbo is an elder, and as an elder in front of the younger generation, opening his mouth is a blockage, which is unreasonable.

This matter involves not one tael or two taels of silver, but one hundred and twenty thousand taels of silver, as long as there is a slight mistake, the brothers may turn against each other.

Xing Anbo looked at the two good brothers Xin Ningbo and Huaiyuan Hou beside him, and he was not afraid of the two nobles of the Donglin Party, and he was also a little tricky in the face of this problem.

Marquis Huaiyuan dared to kick the important ministers of the three grades, and now he is also speechless, he has lived for most of his life, and he has seen too many examples of turning against each other because of the uneven distribution of interests.

Uncle Xing'an didn't care at all, and said with a big grin: "Brother Zhu, can you, a steam factory that produces clay, build a clay mine for my family." ”

"Shut up!"

When Xing Anbo heard his eldest son speak, his mind relaxed a lot, he was not afraid of Zhu Shun's high price, but he was afraid that he would not speak.

But Xing Amber never thought that this rebel opened his mouth to ask for this kind of clay steam factory, which was regarded as an heirloom, and his face changed, and he immediately drank this rebel.

The faces of Xin Ningbo and Huaiyuan Hou also changed slightly, and the courage of Xing'an Bo Gongzi was too great, and he opened his mouth to ask for a clay steam factory.

Not to mention that the two are not related by blood, they are brothers of the same mother, and in front of this kind of clay steam factory that really turns clay into clay and does not cost money, there is no family affection at all.

Since ancient times, porcelain has been a best-selling commodity overseas, and it is also ranked first among the three major commodities of porcelain, silk, and tea.

The clay of the blank for firing porcelain has become the price of clay.

The interests involved in this are probably the hearts of the cabinet ministers.

Zhu Shun's reaction once again made the faces of the three nobles change.

Zhu Shun didn't think about it, and said a word: "Okay." ”

Good?

The two uncles and one of the marquis were sure that they must have misheard it just now, this was a steam factory where clay turned into dirt.

Say send it?

Zhu Shun said a good word, not perfunctory, nor coping, and called Huang Zhang, who had been following him: "Trouble the case, go and call Li Zhouqiao, who is taking the lead." ”

Li Zhouqiao and his talented students are surveying and mapping waterways, striving to finalize the water tower transportation system of the ore steam plant within half a month.

Li Zhouqiao heard the mountain chief call him, put down the surveying and mapping tools in his hand, trotted over, patted the soil on the collar of the plate, and saluted respectfully: "Mountain chief." ”

Zhu Shun pointed to the uncle of Xing'an beside him, and began to arrange on the spot: "When the ore and steam factory is built here, and all the standards are set, you can take people to the clay mine of the little uncle's house to build a more complete factory." ”

Ordinary people heard that there was a little uncle standing in front of them on the left, and they were already flattered and hurriedly saluted, this is the most powerful person in the capital.

As long as you can enter the eyes of the nobles, you will not have to worry about eating and drinking in this life.

Li Zhouqiao just glanced at Gongzi Xing'an seriously, noted down his appearance, and hurriedly ran back to continue surveying and mapping.

As an ordinary person, Li Zhouqiao didn't care about Xungui, and when he heard the mountain chief say that the one next to him was a little uncle, he couldn't help but salute respectfully, and then say a few words of flattery, so as to leave a good impression on the little uncle.

But he really doesn't have time, there is not enough time for surveying and mapping, where is there still time for flattery here.

The two uncles and one of the marquis were surprised by Li Zhouqiao's humility and arrogance, and they didn't expect that Zhu Shun not only really agreed, but also immediately made arrangements.

The three nobles who have been in the officialdom for most of their lives are accustomed to seeing all kinds of face-to-face promises, but dragging out the two-faced and three-knife behavior of not doing it for a long time.

Zhu Shun's truthfulness and sincerity left a deep impression on the hearts of the two uncles and a marquis.

made the three nobles have the ridiculous idea of doing business with Zhu Shun without signing any documents.

But this ridiculousness made the three nobles feel a kind of preciousness.

Xing Anbo didn't say any words of thanks, and silently rode back on the Liaodong horse.

Seeing that his father didn't speak, he thought that he had caused some trouble again, scratched his head, and said Brother Zhu, I will go first, and ride the Liaodong horse to go back first.

Go to your mother and pretend to be sick!

Uncle Xing'an returned to his room and turned out a bunch of things from under the bed to pretend to be sick, and before he could get ready, he saw his father standing at the door.

Uncle Xing'an jumped up suddenly, at a loss, and stammered: "Dad... Father... Come... Here it comes. ”

In the past, when Xing Anbo saw that his eldest son dared to deceive his elders, he was inevitably beaten.

Xing Anbo didn't say anything unusually, and raised a pot of old Jingkou wine in his hand: "Drink two glasses with my father." ”

When did Uncle Xing'an ever see his father like this, he was frightened on the spot, and thought that his father was going to expel him, a gentleman, from the house.

There was no blood on his face, and he followed his father out in a trance, and walked into the four-corner ancient pavilion in the back garden.

The two of them have their own agendas, just drinking dry wine one by one.

There were no snacks in front of him, and there was no communication.

Xing Anbo, who was slightly drunk and temperamental like a stubborn donkey, spoke first: "My son, it was my father who blamed you in the past. ”

"The friends I have made over the years are not only wine and meat friends, but also a Zhu Shun, who is better than too many so-called righteous men and gentlemen."

When Uncle Xing'an heard his father mention Brother Zhu, he understood what was going on, his pale face suddenly turned red, and he said proudly: "That's it, I don't see whose friend it is." ”

"Dad, it's not easy for the child to be able to get Brother Zhu's brother, I want the child to be in the Beiping Firearms General Bureau ......."

Knowing his son is Mo Ruo's father, how could Xing'an Bo not know that his own son is a well-known big mouth, and a simple little thing can be blown into the sky.

This is also what Xing Anbo is most dissatisfied with, and the eldest son of the general feeling lacks a calm and steadfastness.

What is even more abnormal today is that Xing Anbo, who used to have a headache when he heard his eldest son speak, actually listened carefully to his eldest son's nonsense boasting there.

He also nodded seriously from time to time.

Xing'anbo's wife happened to be out of the house today, and went to the Su Xiaoban opera garden in the capital to listen to the play.

As soon as he returned home, the anxious personal maid told Mrs. that the master had taken the young master away.

The lady suddenly lost her face and rushed to the back garden with a pleated skirt.

Before she could cry and let go of my son, I saw a scene that I never dreamed of.

The two of them have always been incompatible.

In the ancient pavilion at the four corners, sit on the ground.

A jug of wine was placed in the middle.

You have a glass, I have a glass, laughing and drinking.

Madame stood not far away and watched this scene, and could not help but shed tears.

For twenty years.

The father and son had a long talk for the first time.

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