In the end, Ji Di and the others left satisfied. When leaving, each person carried a bag of fine tea leaves, swaggering as if they should be.

The change in attitude was since he stared at the words "Imperial Tribute Tea" for a while. Originally, when they heard that the price of this tea was so expensive, several people were indignant in their hearts, but after listening to the explanation of the child named Yuan Zhao, they felt that there was some truth in the price.

Yuan Zhao from the selection of pieces of original tea leaves, to a variety of carefully made and stored not easy to ....... In addition to the secrecy of the specific core practices, they were all stated one by one, using the theory of a certain pyramid marketing organization in later generations, and several Han officials were stunned.

"A few adults, please think about it, such an elegant thing made with such a careful selection is worthy of a noble person like a few adults to taste it in their spare time! And if such a good thing is only sold for the price of cabbage......?"

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhao saw that several people were stunned, and couldn't help patting his head, and secretly laughed at himself and said that he was smooth, there is no cabbage at this time!

“…… Well, that's the same price as ordinary vegetables, how can a few adults feel the beauty of it when they drink it in their mouths? ”

The faces of several people had already loosened a little, and Wang Hui, who had seen some strange items when he was a foreign envoy, even nodded in agreement.

"Besides, scarcity is expensive! At present, in the whole Chang'an City, and even the counties and counties in the world, I am afraid that there will be no second one to make this kind of tea. Uncle Chamber, isn't that so?"

The shopkeeper who was stunned next to him suddenly woke up as if he was listening to the book of heaven, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes!" This is the only one, and there is absolutely nothing else!"

At this time, the money shopkeeper's heart was only like turning over the river and the sea, and the tea for one or two pennies could be sold for five taels of silver! There is no other exclusive technology in the world? Isn't it just pouring it out of the warehouse and stir-frying it in a big iron pot in the backyard a few times! Now this so-called high-end technology has even been properly mastered by the lazy little fat man. Looking at Yuan Zhao's serious flickering of the Chang'an Ling, who was known for his square majesty and shocked the capital, Lao Qian only had one word in his heart!

After some theory, after Yuan Zhao explained that the price would be divided into upper, middle and lower grades according to quality on the day of release, several people finally had nothing to say.

"In this way, does the price of five taels of silver only refer to this high-end tea?" Zheng asked again at that time.

"Exactly! This is the kind that is in the palace. It is the kind of tea praised by the ancestors of the Empress Dowager. As for the low-end prices, of course, they are much cheaper, so that ordinary people in Chang'an City can also drink it. Yuan Zhao said affirmatively.

"It's just in the name of royal tribute tea, it's a little inappropriate, right? You little Fanxue Lou be careful to attract strong winds!" Yao Shang, who hadn't spoken much, interjected beside him.

Yuan Zhao looked at him, saw Yao Shang smiling, and did not have any malicious intent, knowing that he was kind-hearted, so he nodded to him.

"You don't need to worry about these things, someone will take care of them. We just concentrate on doing a good job of tea. ”

Hearing this, Yao Shang's eyes lit up, thoughtfully, and the rest of them were not stupid. The result of this is that when he left, he naturally took away a few bags of high-grade tea packed by the money shopkeeper, saying that he would go back to taste whether it was worth five taels of silver.

"I don't even pay the money, I'm still an official of the imperial court!" Yuan Zhao looked at the backs of a few departing figures and muttered.

The money shopkeeper pulled him over: "My master! What more money? Your child's family doesn't know, this Jidian has never heard of anyone who hasn't given money for anything. That's a good thing! It proves that these adults are no longer visible to us in Fanxue Tower. Ha ha! After speaking, he rubbed his hands with joy.

Yuan Zhao pursed his lips and disagreed. In fact, he deliberately revealed a little bit of the relationship behind it to them just now, and I believe that with the shrewdness of these officials, they will understand, and as time goes by, more people will understand this, which will save a lot of trouble.

As for the positioning of some relationships with the palace, he has some vague ideas, although he has not yet carried out them, but he believes that someone will soon take the initiative to contact, and it will be a good opportunity.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, a man named Wei Qing quietly came to Fanxue Tower in civilian clothes.

In a secluded and unoccupied room, Wei Qing explained his intentions. He knew that Yuan Zhao was not an ordinary person, so he didn't beat around the bush, first solemnly thanked his sister Mrs. Wei for her kindness in the past, and then put forward Mrs. Wei's request as a mother.

What made Wei Qing feel strange was that the person on the other side seemed to have known that such a thing would happen, yes, and nodded and agreed without thinking too much. Then he took out a copy of what had already been written on the silk cloth and handed it to him, and asked him to take it back to Mrs. Wei for to see.

Wei Qing didn't stay for long, and went back with the thing that Yuan Zhao said was called an agreement. Although he couldn't quite understand the rules and regulations, he believed in Yuan Zhao.

The person who is only one or two years older than Gongzi Ju but has invincible skills, Wei Qing believes that such a person must have many mysterious powers that he does not know. As long as he gets a promise, it is precious.

Therefore, on the way back to Jianzhang Palace, his mood was relaxed and happy. As he walked, he thought carefully about what Yuan Zhao had said, making sure that nothing was missing. Wei Qing doesn't have much interest in these business and fortune plans, his ambition is to be on the battlefield, but I don't know if there is a chance to go to the battlefield in the future?

When he was thinking about his thoughts, several drunks came on, dragging and supporting each other, and pedestrians on the road avoided each other. Before Wei Qing could dodge, one of them suddenly pounced forward and crashed straight into his arms, Wei Qing was startled, and when he reached out to help, the person slid down, lying on his back to the ground, motionless.

Wei Qing was a little stunned, and he didn't pay too much attention to it, only said that this person was too drunk, and he turned around and wanted to pass by. It's just that he hasn't taken a few steps, and a few people next to him have already grabbed his shirt and shouted that someone is murdering someone in the street!

When Wei Qing hurriedly looked back, he saw that the person just now was on all fours, with a sharp dagger stuck in his chest, and the blood stained his clothes, but he was already dead.

This is not a small surprise! Wei Qing's cold sweat came out all of a sudden. It was just a slight touch on the body just now, how could it be? It's too weird.

But those people didn't allow him to think about it, and while rushing up to catch him, they shouted that they had killed someone, and the people around them gradually gathered around. Wei Qing was angry, and he wanted to defend himself, but no one listened to him. He struggled a few times, but found that the few people who were drunk just now were obviously practitioners, and their arms were powerful, and they couldn't break free.

While they were clamoring, they suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and a team of patrol guards arrived. The crowd dodged away and shouted for the first lieutenant: "Bah! Who dares to make a fuss here!"

One of them jumped up to his horse, pointed at Wei Qing and said, "So that the Lord Patrol City will know that this person dares to commit murder in the street, but fortunately he was caught by the villains on the spot, waiting here to hand over to the adults."

The lieutenant nodded, looked at the dead man lying on the ground, and swept his eyes at Wei Qing: "What a bold man!" What else do you have to say?"

Wei Qing hurriedly said: "It's really none of my business!" Just as he was walking, he met these people here, and suddenly one of them fell to the ground and died. Why I died, I really don't know! ”

When a few people next to him saw him confess, they couldn't help but testify that they had seen it with their own eyes, and he killed the person!

Wei Qing shouted angrily: "I have no grudges with you in the past, and I have no enmity in the near future, why are you so bloody and slandered me!"

But I heard the captain of the patrol guard sneer: "Hmph! The people are lying there, and there are so many witnesses who have seen them, do you still have to quibble? Come! Tie up this murderer, bring him back and interrogate him carefully, and then you can't help but be stubborn!"

At that moment, a few soldiers jumped off their horses, took out the ropes, and couldn't help but say, wiping their shoulders and putting their arms together to tie Wei Qing up.

Wei Qing was furious when he suffered this unwarranted disaster, but no one listened to his explanation, and he was hugged and pushed away, and someone else took the corpse and followed.

The onlookers talked for a while, and many of them who didn't know the truth gradually dispersed, and the previous drunks whispered a few words to each other, and quietly dispersed with the crowd.

A man who looked like an old scholar in a green shirt standing on the outermost side thought for a moment and turned to leave. Except for a puddle of blood underground, everything was as usual on the long street, as if nothing had happened.

In the Fan Xue Building, after Wei Qing left, Yuan Zhao sat quietly in the room and thought for a while. In fact, he had thought about some plans many times, and it was only today that he made up his mind.

If you want to develop with a solid foundation, Fanxue Lou also needs to find a person to rely on. And in this era, the strongest backing is the Han royal family. Liu Che, the son of heaven who is destined to be an ordinary emperor, will certainly not be a good partner. But this is only for his subjects, Yuan Zhao, who is familiar with the rise and fall of the millennium, is sure to hold on to his dragon veins and know what he wants most in the future, these are not big problems.

The only thing that made him think about it a few times was the future Han prince Liu Ju. In history, this guy has been a prince for more than 20 years, and he has always been benevolent and filial, and he has been conscientious, but in that kind of meat grinder of power, benevolence is no match for conspiracy, and then he was finally successfully framed, and the mother and son ended in tragedy.

Yuan Zhao is not conceited, thinking that he can change history with his current ability. It's just that some of his ideas have begun to spread, and now there is no other candidate to choose as an entry point, not to mention that up to now, he has a great relationship with Mrs. Wei and Liu Ju, since today Wei Qing came to take the initiative to make some requests in accordance with the meaning of Jianzhang Palace, Yuan Zhao agreed to it, and handed over the cooperation agreement with the royal family to Wei Qing, as for the future, it is still too early to think about it.

He believed that Mrs. Wei in the Jianzhang Palace would understand what he meant. Perhaps, after seeing this, the wise woman just thought that this was a kind of quid pro quo that she had offered to help her son?

But I believe that it will not be long before she thinks so! When she saw the first huge profit brought by this simple agreement, I believe that she and the people around her will be glad that she and the people around her have agreed to this simple condition with a feeling of reciprocating the transaction.

And Mrs. Wei and the royal family don't need to pay anything specifically, it's just a name.