Jia Lian was puzzled when he heard this, and picked up the fold in confusion, and his face was even more dazed for a while. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The secret message was written to Lin Ruhai, which roughly meant to prepare to return to Beijing at the end of the year to report on his work.

He also said that the issue of the salt industry having another department mentioned earlier will have follow-up actions after the end of this bidding conference.

In the end, it was pointed out that Jia Lian would directly return to Beijing with the forty students who had completed his studies.

"Uncle, nephew doesn't understand."

The anxiety in his heart dissipated, and Jia Lian was even more puzzled.

In the days he spent in Jiangnan, he still spent a lot of time with Lin Ruhai.

Lin Ruhai is quite decent, and he has been in officialdom for so many years, intentionally or unintentionally, he has also taught Jia Lian a lot.

So Jia Lian didn't doubt that Lin Ruhai would do anything that would not help him.

However, the current situation is that as long as the competition in Kyoto is held as scheduled, the general trend in the world will be like this.

To put it mildly, in the future, the local officials who will be in charge of salt in the world will be his students!

So as long as he waits, waits for another month, all his efforts in more than a year will be fruitful, Lin Ruhai actually said to the above......

Let him go to Kyoto?

Wouldn't all the credit now go to officials such as local county commanders and governors?!

Seeing that Jia Lian's face was still not very happy, Lin Ruhai sighed.

"Even if you don't do Lord Wang a favor, the auction will be over, and the credit will definitely not fall on you."

After being a lonely minister for so long, it is estimated that the excerpt of impeaching him over the years can be higher than himself.

But why is he still safe and steady as his salt patrol imperial history?

What Lin Ruhai relied on was just speculation about the emperor's psychology.

Jia Lian's ambition for the auction conference, Lin Ruhai sees it in his eyes.

I didn't say it before, because I knew that it was useless to say it.

Jia Lian's identity is there.

Zhengwupin Jingfu is the same as the same knowledge.

Jia Lian's identity is not qualified for such a major event as the auction conference for the entire Great Xuan, of course, if the emperor asks him to preside over it, he will definitely take Jia Lian with him.

But the problem is that the emperor did not do this.

In fact, Lin Ruhai is grateful for this, and he knows very well the reason why his family is ruined.

Originally, these people in Jiangnan secretly hated him so much that they hated him, and if some of the broken jars that did not get the distribution rights were broken and broken, these people would always find loopholes.

And Lin Ruhai obviously felt the emperor's suppression of Jia Lian.

But this time is different, this time there is already Wang Ziteng to take the lead, and Jia Lian has become dispensable.

In this way, even if Jia Lian is a great contributor, the lion's share of the credit is on Wang Ziteng's body.

Of course, Jia Lian agreed with Lin Ruhai's words, because of the previous few times and this time, as well as the emperor's words and deeds, and even a look before leaving.

Let Jia Lian understand that the emperor is afraid that he is not happy!

And now returning to Beijing is the best outcome.

At that time, he will have no merit and hard work, how can he be interesting.

There is only about a month left until the auction meeting, and the time is urgent. The matter at hand Jia Lian directly explained to the new governor Cao Rende.

Although he is not young, he is pedantic.

But Jia Lian has been getting along with Cao Rende very happily for nearly a year.

And Cao Rende originally thought that Jia Lian was just a gentleman who had been shaded by his ancestors, but when he saw this young man running back and forth under the scorching sun, his impression in his heart also changed.

Five days later, at Jinghai Wharf, Jia Lian took forty students, four skilled salt workers for each of them, and Jade Xing'er and others to Kyoto.

In the middle of summer, the sun is dazzling.

On the dock, Jia Lian looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly soured.

The people along the coast spontaneously carried bamboo baskets or baskets or burdens in their hands.

"Lord Jia, thank you for your great kindness!"

The man who took the lead in scolding Jia Lian's dog official before was still wearing a shirtless vest, and the iron man cried like a child.

He is now a small foreman in the Jinghai Salt Factory, which manages one meal a day, one meat and one vegetable, and has a salary of 500 wen a month, and he does not have to pay taxes from above.

"Master Jia, this is a little bit of caution on our part, I hope you don't dislike it."

Without waiting for Jia Lian to react, an elderly woman stepped forward and opened the basket in her hand.

Inside, there are sun-dried dried fish and eggs.

Maybe for Jia Lian, these are nothing, but for the old woman, this is already the most valuable thing in the family.

Her son, who was originally hiding in Tibet because he couldn't pay taxes, now works in the salt factory and earns 300 wen a month.

Although the family is still in debt, because of this fixed income, the whole family sees hope.

There are many such stories among the people who came to see them off.

Maybe even Jia Lian himself didn't realize that his small act at the beginning had brought thousands of families hope for their future lives.

The boat gradually sailed away, and the students and Jia Lian were all carrying large bags and small bags.

The people are very simple, and what they send are ordinary sustenances.

In Kyoto, as the bidding tournament approaches, more and more merchants flock to Kyoto.

The endless stream of visitors almost didn't break the threshold of Wang Ziteng.

Jia Fu.

Prince Tengjia pardoned Jia Zheng and gathered together.

"How long does Brother Lian have left?"

The news that Jia Lian was going to come back from Jiangnan was sent back by Lin Ruhai long before the Holy Lord issued an edict.

Selfishly, Jia Yu is unwilling.

Although Jia Lian didn't know what Jia Lian did in Jiangnan, he still knew about Jia Lian's expansion of salt fields and bringing people around in the later period.

At that time, you can only bid as soon as the conference ends, regardless of whether Jia Lian is released or returns to Beijing.

Sanpin can't run.

So in addition to the previous incident, although Jia Yu didn't say it, he was still very unpleasant to look at.

"The letter said that I went out on the eighth day of the new year, and I think it's almost here."

Seeing that Jia Yu was muffled and didn't speak, Jia Zheng guessed a little bit in his heart, and his face showed a little pleasure.

With the rise of the prince's water, although Mrs. Wang is almost unknown now, it is obvious that there are many more posts inviting him.

The life of Yuanchun in the palace is much better than it was at the beginning.

The people in the palace are all human spirits, beating dogs to see the master, and Jia Yuanchun has an uncle who is favored by the Son of Heaven behind him, so he is naturally happy to do it conveniently.

"If Brother Hai's letter mentions anything about bidding?"

Wang Ziteng frowned, seeing that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in August in less than half a month, but he still did not have a detailed charter for the bidding conference.

Several princes and ministers handed over posts every now and then, and the emperor's attitude was there. Although he had heard of Jia Lian's actions in Jiangnan, he didn't take it to heart. Only when Jia Lian was instructed by Lin Ruhai to act.

It's just that Jia Lian is still on the way now, and Lin Ruhai didn't send the bidding plan. If Jia Lian was told directly, in case there was an accident along the way, he would vomit to death.