"Lord Jing, five thousand catties of wool, if King Beihu can't take it out, then there is no need to sign any contract. m." Song Qingyun puffed out his cheeks and said angrily.

Mu Qingao threw an ambiguous look at her, "Qingyun, everything is up to you." ”

Kang Jue instantly exploded, pointed at Mu Qingao and scolded, "There is no humanity of the opposite sex, are you still the iron-clad King Jing?" I didn't grow up threatened, and I would never agree to it unless I was told what the wool was for. ”

Song Qingyun strained his face, and Mu Qingao on the side still behaved lightly, so it was obvious to tell Kang Jue that the negotiator was not him, but Song Qingyun.

Kang Jue is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, as if he wants to fight Song Qingyun to the end.

"Well, I didn't want to get you in trouble, but since you have to know, I'll tell you the truth."

The woolen sweater is something that will appear in the future world, but Beihu relies on the right time and place to have inexhaustible resources.

If it is developed well, Beihu will have an unlimited economic foundation in the future, in addition to paying tribute to the Great Zhou, the remaining wool can be exported to the Great Zhou and other small countries around it, and it can also be made into woolen sweaters and sold to the people in cold areas.

After Song Qingyun explained to him in detail, Kang Jue's eyes gradually became deeper.

Since he became the king of Beihu, he has not been unmoved to develop the economy of Beihu, but the people of Beihu have been good at riding and shooting since the generation of their ancestors, and the people are fierce, not good at farming, let alone the development of animal husbandry.

Live a life of wine and drunkenness, so once there is a natural disaster**, it will immediately become precarious, and the people will not be able to make a living.

"Kangjue, I can teach you to spin wool and knit sweaters, but if I want to join the dry shares, I must pay dividends every year."

Kang Jue is no longer calm, but he is not a person who trusts others very easily, he tilted his head and stared at Song Qingyun for a long time, before he said happily, "I have to make it and let me take a look, and then decide, right?" ”

Isn't it easy? Qian Xishun of Gaosheng Inn has long been in love with Liu Yanping's woolen sweater, and in the past few days, he has collected a lot of wool and come back, just waiting for Song Qingyun to send charity and knit him a warm and soft woolen sweater.

made an appointment with Kang Jue, and Mu Qingao took the two of them home, and on the way, Song Qingyun asked him what other specialties Beihu had.

"Grapes, right, otherwise he can eat watery grapes in the cold season?"

"Lord Wang, do you want to make a bigger deal?" After Song Qingyun heard this, his eyes immediately glowed with gold, and he looked at Mu Qingao excitedly and asked.

"Please advise, how to make money?" Mu Qingao looked at her gently, his heart was sweeter than eating honey, he loved Song Qingyun to death, and completely pleased him.

"Their grapes are not suitable for eating, but they are suitable for making wine, have you ever drunk wine?"

Seeing that Mu Qingao shook his head without hesitation, Song Qingyun suddenly blossomed.

She is no longer surprised by this overhead dynasty, otherwise she would not have been allowed to have a "chance to take advantage of" and make a lot of money in a short period of time.

"Why don't we go back and ask Conjue for some grapes now, and I'll go back and brew them for you?"

She tilted her head, her eyes were bright and playful, Mu Qingao stared at her mouth for a long time, and suddenly turned over, nose to nose, lip to lip, and gently pursed.

Everything came too suddenly, Song Qingyun forgot to push him away, but Mu Qingao sat up straight with a good sense of current affairs.

"I can't help myself, Qingyun won't blame me, right?"

"What?"

Can't help it? Song Qingyun's brain was just starting to work at this time, and he stretched out his hand to hit Mu Qingao.

"Be careful not to wake up Doubao, besides, hitting me in the face will hurt your hand, it's better to let you pinch a few more times, as long as you are smooth."

Mu Qing Tian stretched out his arm shamelessly, looking like he was going home.

"Stinky and shameless." Song Qingyun pinched him unceremoniously.

"Ah, it hurts." Mu Qingao frowned, aggrieved.

"You're a big man and you're embarrassed to cry out in pain?" Song Qingyun was unmoved, touched his lips that still bore his mark, and "Teng" turned red to the root of his ears.

"Injured, Qingyun, you just pinched the wound and bleed."

There was only a dim glass lamp hanging in the carriage, and by the light, red blood could indeed be seen oozing from his clothes.

Song Qingyun was angry and hateful, "You stretched it out yourself and asked me to pinch it." ”

"It's my fault, it's my deliberate abuse, it's not Qingyun's fault."

Song Qingyun was really speechless for his lai-skinned appearance, but fortunately, he realized that he had lost his temper in time, and his attitude of admitting his mistakes was good, so Song Qingyun did not pursue it for the time being, and the atmosphere in the carriage was very embarrassing for a while.

After returning to the inn and washing up, Qingyun took Doubao back to the house to sleep, and said nothing all night.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Qian Xishun came to her with the cleaned wool.

"Madam, this is all I have worked so hard to find, do you think it is in line with Madame's wishes?"

Looking at his flattering appearance, he knew that he had to ask for something, and Song Qingyun didn't want to embarrass him, so he said casually, "Uncle, I will knit a sweater for you, collect more if you have time, and if there are good dyes, help me find some back." ”

Qian Xishun went out happily, and when he heard that Song Qingyun planned to do business with Kangjue, he began to make a small calculation in his heart.

originally wanted to follow Mu Qingao to leave Rongcheng and return to Dazhou to retire, but as soon as he heard about Song Qingyun's plan, he was itching.

He is also a master who sees money, and is a well-known money string in the territory of Rongcheng, and he makes a lot of money every year by pouring goods back and forth from the side plug.

But this old guy has a bad habit, he has never married a wife and had children in his life, but he only likes to go to the flower building and listen to small songs, and when he is happy, he will reward the singing and playing the piano, and over time, the silver leaks out of his fingers.

Song Qingyun was bent on winning the wool industry in Beihu, and more importantly, he wanted to use this matter to destroy Wang Shuqi, so he stayed up in the room for two days and two nights without leaving home, and finally knitted two woolen sweaters, one was plain, and the other took a little ingenuity to weave a beautiful texture, which felt smooth and soft.

The size is woven according to Mu Qingao's figure, and she has knitted it for Liu Yanping and Jiang Jue in the loess pit, but she did not give Mu Qingao a piece, Mu Qingao has been eating for a long time, and Jiang Jue, who was scared, did not dare to wear it on his body, for fear of accidentally stimulating him.

"Is there bamboo in Shudi?" When the two sat together and drank tea, Qingyun asked curiously.

"Bamboo?" Mu Qingao shook his head, "No, but if you like it, I will ask someone to plant some in the palace." ”

Song Qingyun supported the forehead, but business opportunities also appeared.

"The needle for knitting sweaters is best bamboo needles, can you help me contact me when I go back and find a carpenter to make some bamboo needles?"

"Hmm!" Mu Qingao replied softly dotingly, his eyes were like water, and he looked at her quietly.

The most afraid thing is to suddenly calm down, and somehow, when she faces Mu Qingao alone recently, she will always be inexplicably flustered.

While he didn't lose himself, Song Qingyun stood up to leave, but unexpectedly tripped over the table foot, and the whole person fell into Mu Qingao's arms.