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Like a dream, Zhu Yifeng, who was asleep, felt that everything around him was so unreal, as if he was in a fantasy. The relaxed college life, the laughing and scolding friends, the kind and loving parents, and even the busy work, everything is a thing of the past.

yes, it's all in the past, well, for now.

But fortunately, I didn't come to this era out of thin air, at least, I still have a few relatives in this era, just like ...... Even in his sleep, dreaming of the scenes of last night, he still laughed out loud.

It was also the laughter that made Zhu Yifeng wake up from his sleep, the sunlight had spilled into the bedroom, and the fine dust was flying briskly in the light. He woke up after three rods, and for many years, he had not had the habit of getting up late, but yesterday he tossed too much all day, and slept late at night, and slept until near noon.

He turned his head to see that Lingyun beside him seemed to have gotten up, and then looked to the side, but saw that Xu Lingyun, who had been cleaned up, was sitting on the chair, her face was still red, and she seemed to be looking at herself when she woke up, but with a little shyness, she seemed to be looking at herself, and the eyes of the two collided, only to see her look panicked and look away, and that look even more shy than yesterday.

The expression on her face is really rich, if you don't pay attention to it, you can't feel her complicated mood in a short period of time, Zhu Yifeng faintly guessed in her heart, maybe she experienced too strong senses and changes in various aspects last night, so she couldn't adapt to it for a while.

Her face was a little pale, perhaps because of her early riser. There was still a little tiredness in his expression, and he held a hairpin casually with a green hairpin, but he didn't mess it up at all. She was only wearing a light cyan floral cheongsam, which looked fresh and neat.

Looking at Xu Lingyun's delicate appearance, Zhu Yifeng couldn't help but say to himself:

"I thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. If it's really a dream, it's better not to wake up. ”

Zhu Yifeng's words made Xu Lingyun's heart sweet, but he just walked out with a twist and whispered.

"Master, let the concubine wait for you to change your clothes!"

may be limited by the women's morality of this era, although the two finally did what they should have done last night as a husband and wife "two years ago", although this will make Xu Lingyun's heart mixed with shame and joy, but now it seems very calm. However, Zhu Yifeng still noticed the joy flashing between her eyebrows, and when Xu Lingyun was about to help Zhu Yifeng get dressed, he hurriedly waved his hand.

"These things, I, I can do it myself. It's not like I don't have hands and feet, and I have ......."

Staring at Xu Lingyun, who was holding clothes in his hand and preparing to dress himself, Zhu Yifeng emphasized while refusing.

"In the future, in our family, between you and me, don't call me any master, call me more masters, just call me Yifeng like yesterday, well, just call my husband! It looks close! ”

"Oh!"

Responding lightly, thinking of the appearance of whispering "husband" under him last night, his face was immediately covered with red clouds, so he lowered his eyelids, but his hand had already untied Zhu Yifeng's braids and began to comb his hair, in order to straighten out his hair, she used a comb to exert a slight force, but it made Zhu Yifeng feel a little uncomfortable, looking at the smooth forehead and the extremely ugly braid in the mirror, a question suddenly appeared in Zhu Yifeng's heart.

"Lingyun, are there any Chinese living in the concession? Is there any braid cut inside? ”

Zhu Yifeng, who couldn't get used to this pig's tail, naturally didn't want to keep this braid anymore, but now after all, he was in the territory of "I Taqing", if he could scissors, a "pig's tail" that symbolized slavery, he wouldn't mind moving to the concession.

"Concession? Cut off the braids? ”

Xu Lingyun, who was combing her hair with a comb, was slightly stunned at first, and then thought for a while before replying.

"There are also Chinese people living in the concession, but there are only thirty or forty people at most, if this braid is cut, I am afraid that it will be said to be a fake foreign devil! Earlier, some children in the church had lost their braids, and then they all went to the government......"

Cut a braid and become a fake foreign devil?

Lingyun's words made Zhu Yifeng's heart mumble for a while, but he looked at the braid in the mirror that was associated with terms such as shame and slavery, but there was only one impulse in his heart, the urge to cut it off.

"Lingyun, where are our scissors?"

Zhu Yifeng's words were just out of his mouth, and Xu Lingyun hurriedly said as if he had guessed his thoughts.

"Yifeng, no, you can't cut it, if you cut your braids, when the time comes, outsiders don't know what they will say!"

"Isn't it just a braid? Two hundred and ten years ago, we Chinese did not keep this pig's tail! ”

It may also be because he is surrounded by the closest people in this era that he can say this, but when he said this, he saw Xu Lingyun's face full of horror, and then he realized that the status of this braid in the hearts of the Chinese people in this era is far beyond his comprehension, so he hurriedly comforted.

"Lingyun, don't worry, I won't cut it now......"

Sooner or later, you'll have to cut off your braids!

Not only should you cut off your own head, but all the braids on the heads of all Chinese people must be cut off, and the braids on your head must be cut off, and the same must be cut on your heart!

"What the hell should I do?"

Holding an English newspaper in his hand, he thought about it while browsing, now, Zhu Yifeng's most concerned question is probably what he should do, although as a young man in the new era, he is used to looking for jobs everywhere and does not worry about it. And I firmly believe that with my knowledge beyond the ancients, even if you are a real self-made man, you will definitely be able to make a career.

But for today's plan, it is better to find an industry first, and get involved in it with the foundation of a life, so that we can talk about the so-called majestic cause, as for everything else is utopian, as Xu Lingyun and Zhu Fucai said, relying on the shop left by his father, being a "charter company" is by no means the life he hopes to live.

In the same way, if you don't want to make progress, it will be difficult to live a stable life - the huge amount of money owed "during your lifetime", although it can't let others die, but there is no problem with the broken family.

Is there any way to earn 100,000 taels of silver and pay off that debt?

Shanghai at this time is not like Shanghai decades later, although there are opportunities everywhere, but the Shanghai concession at this time is just a naïve form of the city. Most of the foreign companies here are engaged in entrepot trade, either transporting Chinese tea and raw silk to Europe, or transporting opium from India and other countries or European industrial products to China.

Now that the export of raw silk is completely monopolized by outsiders, how to engage in this business? Besides, you need funds to engage in the raw silk industry, where does the money come from, even if you raise money, how can you earn 100,000 taels before people come to the door again?

Do you want to sell opium?

No way!

As soon as the thought began, a voice in Zhu Yifeng's heart immediately denied it, in any case, opium is an extremely complex existence in the memory of any Chinese, even if the Manchu Qing government now encourages the cultivation of opium to replace imported opium, but selling this kind of thing that has brought disaster to the country and the people in China, Zhu Yifeng can simply convince himself.

What commodities are there besides opium?

In this era, China's largest import is opium, and the largest export is raw silk, the annual value of tens of millions of taels of raw silk from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Guangdong and other places exported overseas, but now China's raw silk export industry is caged by foreign foreign companies, the "cheap dad" used to cooperate with foreign foreign companies, the purchase of raw silk sold in foreign companies, and now foreign foreign companies can use less than ten years to monopolize the export of raw silk in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, completely because they have mastered foreign trade.

In the case that we cannot guarantee the supply of raw silk, if we buy raw silk from merchants, unless we can export raw silk directly to Europe like foreign companies, it is not profitable at all.

"Or just export it?"

Thinking about it, Zhu Yifeng thought of the old ship used to pay off debts, and he could take over the ship and then export raw silk directly to Europe.

Is it really that easy to export directly to Europe? Skipping foreign companies to export raw silk directly to Europe, it is not enough to have a ship, and furthermore, a ship is just a means of transportation, even if you don't have a ship, you can use a foreign merchant ship to transport raw silk, and the most important thing is how to sell raw silk in Europe.

In connection with the discrimination of Europeans against Chinese now, Zhu Yifeng muttered in his heart.

And at the same time as he muttered, a person appeared in his mind - Xu Shushan, although there are only a few fragments of memory about Xu Shushan, he is Xu Lingyun's half-brother, seven years ago, only 17 years old, he went to France with a French missionary to study, two years ago he was admitted to the Paris Polytechnic School, and is now studying mechanics there.

"Why don't you entrust him with an office in France?"

Tapping his fingertips on the table, Zhu Yifeng calculated on his lips that if he could set up an office in France and export raw silk directly to France, he could purchase raw silk from middlemen, and the profit would at least not be worse than those foreign companies.

But the problem is how to source raw silk.

"Where does the capital come from? Even if all the debts are recovered, where should the raw silk be purchased? ”

In the trouble, Zhu Yifeng closed his eyes tightly, and slowly thought about it in his mind, all kinds of methods, thinking about it, there seemed to be no good way, he didn't know much about this era.

"It's December of 1852......"

What was the big deal in 1852? It doesn't seem like a big deal, but ...... Suddenly, a noun popped into his mind.

Taiping Army!

This unrecognizable term in history came to mind, and immediately thought of some records in the history books, Wuchang! If that's right, they should be approaching Wuchang now, and then they should hit Nanjing, and then ......

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it!"

Thinking of the records in the historical materials, Zhu Yifeng became excited, he had been troubled by many problems, as if he had seen an exit in a labyrinth, and muttered excitedly on his lips.

"It's going to work, it's going to work......"