Liu Ze nodded and said, "I just have some ideas now, and I haven't decided exactly what to do." Jian Yong, you will stay in the capital to be in charge of the business of the silk village, and the rest of the Shu brocade should not be in a hurry, just let it go slowly, and you can buy some other goods, as long as you can support this façade. Zhang Fei and Guan Hai went north with me, and returned to Zhuo County first. ”

After settling in the capital, Liu Ze took Zhang Fei Guan Hai to secretly load 100,000 taels of gold into a car and transport it to Zhuo County.

After chatting with Lukaz for a while, Liu Ze had a preliminary idea of the next step of business. In business with foreigners, this money is much easier to earn than in China, this is the experience Liu Ze got from this Shu brocade business, and he is determined to firmly take the international trade. Think of the ancient Chinese export that relied on two things, silk and porcelain. During the Qin and Han dynasties, silk was the mainstay, and after the Tang and Song dynasties, porcelain was the mainstay, silk could be made by everyone, and the profit margin was not large, and porcelain had not yet produced fine products in the Han Dynasty, and ordinary porcelain did not have much value, and the real value was those official kiln porcelain called royal tribute. Liu Ze secretly made up his mind, and now that he has the capital, he will build several kiln factories to specialize in the production of blue and white porcelain and Tang Sancai.

Liu Ze's impression of porcelain is completely from modern times, an eight-centimeter plate from a Song Dynasty Ruguan kiln was sold for a high price of 154 million US dollars at Sotheby's New York auction, and a Yuan blue and white jar from the Guigu Valley was auctioned in London for a sky-high price of 235 million yuan, and a small piece of porcelain was actually worth 2 tons of gold, and its shock was self-evident for Liu Ze.

However, porcelain firing is not a simple matter, first of all, there must be good kaolin. Liu Ze first thought of Jingdezhen, since the Ming and Qing dynasties until modern times, Jingdezhen's status as the porcelain capital of China has not changed. However, Jingdezhen is in Jiangdong, and the road is far away, which is very inconvenient. Liu Ze thought about it, isn't there still a Song Dynasty, there are many kilns in the Song Dynasty, and the most famous ones are Guan, Ge, Ru, Jun, and Ding, isn't this Dingzhou? Liu Ze checked, this kiln is in Quyang Jianci Village, less than 100 miles away from Zhuo County. Yes, it is very close and convenient, so I went to Quyang to burn porcelain.

The mind has been decided, and the heart is like an arrow, all the way to the north. After crossing the Yellow River, it entered the boundary of Jizhou. But on the official road, there are countless homeless people, all of them are in rags, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and there are many adults or several adults leading a few children, kneeling on the side of the road, with grass sticks on their heads, and both adults and children are miserable and tearful.

Liu Ze couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, the court is corrupt, the people are not living, the people have arrived at the fields where they sell their sons and daughters, it can be said that there is almost no way to live, the officials forced the people to rebel, the people had to rebel, how many peasant uprisings in Chinese history were forced out in the final analysis, if you can't live, you will die, and you will not fight to the death rather than starve to death. He instructed Zhang Fei to give a few five-baht coins to anyone who begged along the road and sold their heads, although it was impossible to solve their livelihood, but it was better than nothing, at least it could give them a full stomach for a few days.

Walking near Yecheng, there were more and more displaced people, Zhang Fei couldn't help but complain: "Big brother, there are many refugees in the world, can you give alms?" ”

Liu Ze sighed: "The people are so miserable, how can I stand by and watch, but give a few words to everything I see, I can only be regarded as having a clear conscience." Zhang Fei was speechless, and sent countless money along the way.

In the middle of the line, suddenly a gray-haired old man knelt in front of the car, blocked the route of the convoy, kept kowtowing, and said in his mouth: "Okay, old man, good." ”

Zhang Fei was quite displeased, this old man had just given him a few copper coins, but he stopped the carriage instead, clearly wanting to ask for more money. There were countless alms along the way, and there were few people who blocked the way and asked for money, Zhang Fei shouted: "You old man, it's so unreasonable, I have already given you money, is it too little?" ”

Liu Ze stopped Zhang Fei, got out of the car, and picked up the old man, but saw that the old man was only in his fifties, with pale hair, a haggard face, skinny skin, and tattered clothes.

He grabbed Liu Ze's arm and hissed, "Master, save my son, please." ”

Liu Ze only noticed that there was a teenage boy kneeling beside him, thin and thin, weak, and with a straw mark on his head. Liu Ze was moved with compassion, took out a Roman gold coin, handed it to the old man, and said, "Old man, take the child back." ”

The old man didn't take the gold coin, but said, "Please buy this child." ”

Zhang Fei felt strange and said, "Hey, old man, how much does your kid sell?" ”

"Don't dare to ask for more, just five hundred wen."

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "Dare you don't know this gold coin, this gold coin is at least one or two, which is worth a thousand Wen, our son-in-law sees that you are pitiful and rewarded you, so take it home quickly." ”

"Pan Mou is not begging for money, he just asks the master to accept the child and give him a way to live."

Liu Ze secretly looked at the old man, although his clothes were in tatters, but he was a crown and a belt, and the ordinary rural croppers were dressed in straight jackets, he must have been born as a scholar, and his words were clearly different from those of the croppers, so he asked: "Dare to ask the old man where he is from, why did he fall to such a point?" ”

The old man couldn't help but burst into tears, and said: "The contemptible surname is Pan Mingyue, the family of Hejian in Jizhou, lives in Dongpo Village, Gaoyang County, and originally had more than ten acres of thin fields at home. Just because Zhang Rang, the regular servant of the middle school, occupied the land in the Gaoyang circle, and all the land and property were occupied, Pan sued the county office, but was beaten by the county order on false accusation charges, and the real estate was confiscated, and the whole family became homeless, so they had to beg along the road to live. This year's drought, no harvest, not to mention food, even bark and grass roots are difficult to find, many homeless people have starved to death on the road, Pan's wife and daughter have died of hunger and disease, there is only one left, I hope the old man is pitiful, accept as a slave, do not ask for anything else, but ask for a bowl of rice to eat. ”

The boy cried, "Daddy, don't sell me, even we will die together." ”

"Son, don't blame your father for being ruthless, but this world is ruthless, if you follow me, there is only one way to die." Pan Laohan said to Liu Ze again: "Please show mercy to the master and save the child's life." He knelt on the ground and knocked his head until his forehead was bleeding.

Liu Ze hurriedly helped him up and said, "Okay, I have the right to accept this child, please rest assured, Liu will never let Ling Lang go hungry in his lifetime." ”

Pan Laohan was overjoyed, and hurriedly said to the child: "Don't you hurry up and thank Engong." ”

The child was very well-behaved, kowtowed, and said, "Pan Feng thanked his father." ”

Liu Ze was stunned for a moment and said, "Your name is Pan ...... Phoenix? ”

Pan Feng nodded and said, "Yes, the Pan of the Salamander Vortex, the Feng of Feng Laiyi." ”

Pan Laohan said: "Xiao'er is twelve years old this year, and he knows a few words with Pan, which makes Engong smile." ”

"Pan Feng ......" Liu Ze secretly dripped, isn't it Pan Feng, the general of Jizhou Assassin Han Fu who was beheaded by Huaxiong in front of Bishui Pass? However, there are many people in the world who have the same name and surname, and this Pan Feng may not be Pi Pan Feng, but Pan Feng was beheaded eleven years later, and this child will be twenty-three years old at that time, and he is also a subordinate of Jizhou Thorn Shi, so it is likely to be the same person. If it's really him, he can naturally pick up a big bargain. Liu Ze saw that although Pan Feng was still young and weak, he was heroic between his eyebrows, and he liked it a little in his heart.

Although Pan Laohan insisted on refusing to charge more, Liu Ze still forced him to give him 10,000 yuan, watching him gradually disappear from view, Pan Feng in the car was already hazy with tears, but he endured it, biting his lip stubbornly, and not snorting.

Buying back Pan Feng made Liu Ze fall into contemplation, eleven or twelve-year-old boys are a good time to cultivate, whether it is knowledge or martial arts, as long as they are cultivated carefully, they can become the biggest capital when they compete for power in the world after ten years, the key is that it is easiest to instill the idea of loyalty at the age of eleven or twelve, as long as the method is appropriate, it is enough to make them loyal to a lifetime.

Liu Ze instructed Zhang Fei and Guan Hai to spend money to buy them back as long as they saw someone who sold their children and daughters, and it didn't matter if they were thin or weak, but they didn't want to be deaf, mute, disabled, stupid and demented, and the age limit was over 10 years old and under 15 years old, and the proportion of girls was only one-tenth of that of boys, and the selection of girls should be more detailed.

Zhang Feihuan's eyes widened, he looked straight at Liu Ze, and said, "Big brother, what you said is true?" Not kidding? ”

Liu Ze smiled: "When did I joke with you?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you buy one or two, you should buy a small house, it doesn't matter if you help refugees, it won't cost a lot of money anyway, but if you buy so many children back, you have to raise them when you buy them back, eat and drink for nothing, and you can't work, even if you have a mountain of gold, they have to be empty."

"I have my own plans for this, I'll tell you in the future, you and Ziqian will do it immediately." In front of the child is the table word of Guan Hai.

Zhang Fei had no choice but to act according to Liu Ze's words.

There were a lot of children and daughters with straw labels along the way, and Zhang Fei and Guan Hai bought all the things they saw along the way that met Liu Ze's requirements, and they had just entered Julu County and had already bought back seven or eight hundred teenagers. Since there were not enough vehicles to ride, hundreds of children followed the convoy, bustling, noisy and chaotic.

Liu Ze sat in a tea shop in the town, drinking tea while thinking about how to place the teenagers. Zhang Fei and Guan Hai were busy arranging for the teenagers to have breakfast outside.