"With the current scale of the Nanhai stocks, the South China Sea stocks are finished, and the word 'letter' in the Zhengxintang will fall to the ground."

Su Tongfu said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "The general can decide the existence and abolition of the two in a single thought, but he says that it has nothing to do with himself, isn't this the great sorrow of the South China Sea Securities and the Zhengxin Hall?" He sighed and shook his head, as if lamenting about it, and took a sip of his tea.

"What Mr. Su said," Zhao Xingde said with a hesitant face, "these are all Zhao's faults." ”

"The son doesn't kill Boren, Boren dies for the son," Su Tongfu nodded and sneered, "General Zhao can either convince himself, or even pretend that it has nothing to do with the Zhengxintang and the South China Sea stocks." But others don't look at it that way, Shicai Su said that the money involved in the South China Sea stocks and securities involves more and more people, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger, which will sooner or later attract the covetousness of some people. The so-called bustling world is all for profit, and when the time comes, there are doves occupying the magpie's nest, and there are those who fish in troubled waters. Those people who believe in General Zhao's 'letter' and invest all their wealth in the South China Sea stocks and have no power or power, if General Zhao abandons them, what is the difference between aiding and abetting? ”

"When the time comes, Zhao will naturally not care."

"The general is indifferent to fame and fortune, Su admires it very much, but digging a well when he is thirsty is not done by a wise man." Su Tongfu shook his head and said bitterly, "Right now, the Zhengxin Hall has just been established, the South China Sea Navy Division is stationed in Liuqiu, and the people in Yangzhou are obedient to the general. The general did not take advantage of the current advantageous position and seize the opportunity to take precautions, but instead did nothing and let himself go, but he had to wait until the enemy set up a trap, and then passively take the responsibility. He paused, and then said, "It's like the change of Bianliang's seizure of the army, if the general had made arrangements earlier, how could Cao Yue and the two ministers succeed." Although the general's name is clear, it is a blessing and a curse to the court and the general's subordinates. ”

When it came to the matter of Bianliang, Zhao Xingde's face was slightly gloomy, but Su Tongfu continued regardless of it: "General Zhao holds the way of being a gentleman and not a party, and being peaceful but not a group. However, in the eyes of others, General Zhao, generals Lu, Luo, and Deng, the old department of the Baoyi Army, the Nanhai Naval Division, the Zhengxin Hall and the stock and securities are all one and the same, one is prosperous and the other is lost. If others want to deal with General Zhao, they must cut off the branches and leaves, the generals of Henan have 100,000 elite soldiers, relying on the Xia State as a strong reinforcement, and the combined fleet is thousands of miles away, the easiest thing to start with is the South China Sea stock securities and Zhengxintang, as well as the state capital on the southeast coast and the general. ”

Su Tongfu coughed slightly, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said: "The matter of Zhengxintang and Nanhai stocks was originally a great thing, but if it was not careful, it would be a big storm. If the general does not make arrangements early, how will the Zhengxintang and the people who bought the South China Sea stock bonds resist at that time, and should they be buried for the general? Or will the general take revenge on them after watching them shatter their bones? I heard that General Zhao never put a single person to death on the battlefield, and all his subordinates served to die, but why did the general treat the people so indifferently? ”

His tone was earnest, and the uncertainty on Zhao Xingde's face faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

The Chinese military tent fell into a long silence again.

"Zhao still has something unknown," Zhao Xingde said in a low voice, "Mr. Su is talented, in fact, there is no need to take refuge in Zhao." ”

"It's okay for ants to steal life," Su Tongfu nodded, shook his head again, and sighed, "But except for Mr. Zhao, Su can't find a place, so he doesn't have to hide his head and tail, or he can breathe in a low voice." ”

He looked up at Zhao Xingde, and there was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.....

............

"That's it, you let Su Tongfu take charge of the Zhengxin Hall?" Han Ningshuang looked at Zhao Xingde in surprise.

However, she did not object, but faintly appreciated.

Compared with Zhao Xingde, Han Ningshuang is more inclined to judge whether a person is trustworthy in just a few faces. This is the tradition of the Han Marshal's Mansion and the Han Army. Relying on this, for decades, the generals of the Han army have been on their own side, and their contact has been intermittent, most of them have never met, but they can rely on life and death when they seek great things. Because of this, the Han clan was betrayed by the king of Goryeo, and almost the entire clan was killed. Even so, the tradition of the Han army marshal's mansion has not changed, and the Han army generals seem to be slippery, but they have great trust in each other. On the other hand, the Han army's punishment of traitors was also a hundred times more cruel than that of the southerners, and it was impossible to light sky lanterns at every turn, sink ice caves, and even connect the whole family, and it was impossible to demote the generals repeatedly.

"Yes." Zhao Xingde nodded, and said, "However, the matter is big, and you can't do it lightly." ”

While grinding the ink, he explained: "Inform them Mingyuan first and tell them about it." Let Wengu not interfere with the Securities and Information Hall and Nanhai Securities, but pay attention to this matter and keep me informed of the latest trends. There is also Huan'er, so that she can't have money with Mr. Su, if the princess's mansion is not enough, she can go straight to Hangzhou Yajiao Xing Zhao Bo to withdraw it. These letters, which are similar to official documents, he does have the talent of relying on horses to write, and in a few words, he has explained it clearly to everyone, until the last letter, after a moment of silence, he added some words of advice, Princess Wu is from the north, and she may not be so accustomed to the water and soil in the south.

"Hush Han asked for warmth, so distressed," Han Ningshuang said angrily: "No wonder Sister Li is angry." ”

Zhao Xingde raised his head and saw Han Ningshuang's cheeks flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

"Isn't it hot?" He walked up to Han Ningshuang and touched her forehead, the back of his hand was full of sweat.

"I'm afraid of getting cold." Han Ningshuang was a little ashamed, avoiding the inquiring gaze and looking out the window.

In the distance, the sea shimmers with magnificent blue waves, the golden sunlight seems to radiate infinite heat, and a few seabirds flutter up and down in the cool sea breeze. In the midsummer weather, she was unusual, avoiding the sea breeze at the window, and draped a heavy brocade shawl, which looked a little more delicate than usual. The blue brocade loomed like two streams of seawater, and the shawl hung down from the rounded shoulders along the soft curves of the cloth.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Xingde asked with concern, "Do you want to ask Lang Zhong to come over and have a look?" ”

"I've seen it." Han Ningshuang's cheeks were crimson, her hands were folded on her lower abdomen, and she whispered, "Something for you......" Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes were as bright and different, and the air was filled with this warm and happy smell.

............

In Xuanzhou, there are several rows of people kneeling densely at the entrance of the ancestral hall of Huangcun. The taxes of the imperial court are getting heavier and heavier, coupled with the exploitation of the patriarch Huang Yunheng, these more than 20 tenants of Huangcun still can't pay taxes after a year of hardship, and are forced to borrow Huang Yunheng's usury. This is a thing that happens every year, and the poor tenants of Huangcun have long been squeezed out of the last bit of oil and water.

This year, however, was different, with Mr. Wong threatening to reclaim the tenant fields and the rumors of a mulberry garden being built.

One by one, the tenants went to the Huang Mansion to kneel and beg, but were beaten out by Huang Yunheng's servants. Forced to helpless, they had to come to the ancestral hall chief to kneel, hoping that the Huang patriarch would not do such a thing of killing everyone for the sake of everyone being the same ancestral family.

The tenants sighed and starved, and knelt for three days and three nights. Huang Yunheng has not shown up, these tenants are in a dilemma, and it is not a way to continue to kneel, and they dare not go. Suddenly, there was a "bang", and a kneeling man fell to the ground. Everyone rushed up, pinching people and rubbing their temples.

After a long while, the tenant named Huang Zhongba woke up and said angrily: "I'm dying of hunger." Everyone didn't care about continuing to kneel, and carried Huang Zhongba into the ancestral hall to find half a piece of cake, but he didn't have the strength to swallow it, so he barely fed some mush, and died until the next morning. Huang Zhongba's wife suffered from rheumatism, and her hands were not falling, and when everyone went to report the funeral, the woman cried a lot and died the next day, leaving only two skinny children, alone.

The tragic situation of this family may be tomorrow's own house, and several tenants can't help but howl loudly.

"Crying," Huang Tian said in a muffled voice, "We've been kneeling for three days, is it useful to cry?" ”

"What then?" Huang Wu's eyes were a little dazed, "In previous years, it could be postponed, why can't it be this year?" ”

"He's not here to open a mulberry garden." Huang Qian said indignantly, "For the sake of money, he doesn't even want people, what kind of face does he have to be the patriarch!" ”

"Yes, what kind of face does he have to be the patriarch!" Someone chimed in, "The clan land is all occupied by him!" ”

"Either rebel," Huang Qian said indignantly, "or starve to death!" ”

He looked to the left and right, and the seven or eight tenants were silent. Huang Zhongba's hut is extremely dilapidated, with straw mats leaking on all sides, broken roofs, and a clear blue sky when you look up. "It's hateful that the blue sky doesn't have long eyes." Huang Tian hated and hated, his eyes fell on the two children again, the clothes were ragged, the sleeves were not even elbows, the pants were not enough to the knees, the two children did not seem to be too aware of the tragedy of the death of their parents, Mu Mu was afraid to hug his knees and shrank in the corner of the room, sometimes secretly looking at the adults in the room.

"Brother Tian!" Huang Qian said in a low voice, "It's all up to this, it's better to fight with him!" ”

"Murder pays for life, and there are rows of people hanging at the gate of the county seat!" Huang Tian had a gloomy face and shook his head, "What about the children in your family?" Looking at Huang Qian's disappointed face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that the workshop in the county town is recruiting weavers, let's see if we can find a bowl of rice to eat," a terrifying cold light burst out of his eyes, "It's really time to be cornered, and it's not too late to fall into the grass." ”