His eyes fell on the pitiful few Dasheng Friends Firms in his hand, Zhao Qingxin was cold again, and said secretly: "It's really an occupational disease, I can't sleep with excitement when I smell business opportunities, and it's not a previous life, I can raise hundreds of millions of dollars casually when I encounter a good project, I don't have a penny now, what to invest in?" ”

Not to mention the invoice number, you can't even afford a stall, even if you see a business opportunity, what's the use!

Forcibly suppressing the sudden loss in his heart, Zhao Qing shook his head bitterly.

How could she be so cautious!

Seeing that Zhao Qing began to shake her head again, Mrs. Fang burst into tears.

“…… Good daughter, I am really your mother! ”

Zhao Qing was startled, and she raised her head in astonishment.

"Why don't you even recognize your own mother?" Mrs. Fang had already cried with a handful of snot and tears, "Since the last time I went back, your father has been selling grain, who knows that it has been more than a month, either the price is too low, or an IOU, and it will be paid off together when the army of the Seventh Prince's Western Expedition collects grain......

They are indeed selling grain and land, but not to make up the dowry, but to flee with their families!

This child is not Shen Huaiyu's at all, and he must not be tested by bones.

It's just that the eyes are red, and everyone hates to sell their houses and land to stock up on grain, at this time, who is willing to buy a house?

In the past month, his husband and wife have been almost white-headed.

While telling, Mrs. Fang looked at Zhao Qing with an oath, "...... Don't worry, as soon as the family sells the grain, they will give you a dowry! ”

In the slightly reddened apricot eyes, the undisguised anxiety is by no means something that can be disguised.

Zhao Qing's heart couldn't help but soften.

The light and shadow overlapped, and she seemed to see her mother's loving face and mottled white hair in her previous life again, and the low sobs from her mother's bedroom in the quiet night sounded in her ears...... couldn't help but blame himself secretly, "I'm really scared of being tossed, and I'm all soldiers." ”

She is not a million-dollar sweetheart, and if she recognizes it, she will have mountains of gold and silver to inherit.

If it wasn't her own daughter, why would Mrs. Fang be like this?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qing simply threw aside the confusion in his heart.

"It's me who has lost my memory and worries my mother." She smiled apologetically at Mrs. Fang.

The body is skinned and received by the parents. She is not Fang Xueying, but since she survived with this body, she can ignore Fang Xueying's other responsibilities and grievances during her lifetime. Only the parents who gave birth and raised could not help but do their filial piety for her.

The kindness of parents can never be extinguished.

Mrs. Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qing asked about Master Fang's grain sales again, "...... Don't the Shen family and the Yang family accept it either? ”

It's too late to hide, how dare she sell it to the Shen family!

Mrs. Fang's cold sweat fell from the ground.

Why did she stare at seven inches?

Did she really have amnesia?

Why did he say it at such a young age, but every word was fine. Let her have to fight with the spirit of twelve!

"You also know that in order to fight for the right to supply grain to the army of the West, the Shen family and the Yang family are fighting in the ring, how can your father go to the Yang family to sell grain?" Thinking of Master Fang's words last night, he said, "Your mother-in-law's cash is also nervous, these days, Lord Shen is frequently entertaining the owners of major commercial houses to raise funds everywhere, how can there be cash for us?" ”

Think about it too. Zhao Qing nodded.

"Hoarding grain...... Really make money? ”

"Of course ......"

Of course to make money, and double it!

Thinking that she was being forced to throw away grain, Mrs. Fang's voice stopped abruptly, and said secretly, "The paper can't contain the fire, and the Fang family's grain sales will reach the Shen Mansion sooner or later, so it's better to make it clear now." Immediately changed his words and said, "They all say that they make money, but first, your father is in a hurry to make up the dowry for you, and secondly, the price of grain today is more than ten times higher than when the Seventh Prince went on his first expedition to the west three years ago." Your father is also worried that he will lose money if he continues to hoard. He said with a smile, "Hengzhu also earns now!" ”

Is it just a fight for the right to supply food?

How does she feel that the two are competing for hegemony?

Inexplicably, Zhao Qing's heart was beating for a while.

She blurted out, "It's okay to throw it away." The price of this grain is a bit outrageous. ”

In the end, she is a housewife who does not divide the grains, and she believes it when she says that she can't make money!

Mrs. Fang secretly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

took Zhao Qing's hand and talked about the brothers and sisters in the family.

"Thanks to the third master's blessing, your eldest brother has entered the Liuhe Chamber of Commerce, and your second brother took Ah Fu to inspect the harvest half a month ago, and this year is a good year! Your third brother is still studying in Mr. Qin's private school, and the old lady said that he would introduce Mr. Su to him. Somehow, I haven't believed it......"

"The autumn harvest is coming soon, even if you want to go to Jinhua Academy, you have to wait for the spring, mother doesn't have to worry about it first...... "There is no match, but Zhao Qing's mood drifted into the distance.

Mrs. Fang said just now that the price of grain outside was more than ten times higher than that of the Seventh Prince's expedition to the west three years ago!

Is this just a struggle for the right to feed?

So why don't you want to find a way to go to the government to find a way to do the activity?

What's the use of fighting here to the death?

Aren't you afraid that the food hoarded at high prices will be pressed again and again by the imperial court, and in the end you will lose all your money?

Shen Huaiyu is dead, and he can't see the current situation.

And Yang Ziqian is alive.

In the face of such crazy food prices, will he, who is known as Zhongzhou Tao Zhugong, have such a frightening feeling?

What information did he get, and he was stubbornly biting the price of grain with the Shen family?

*****

Drive, drive!

A fast horse galloped on the official road leading from the capital to Zhongzhou Mansion, and a cloud of dust was raised behind him......

The Yang family's mansion in Zhongzhou.

“…… Uncle, uncle! Far away from the study, the loud voice of Master Yang's personal guard Tie Quanwu came in, "The master has seen a nobleman!" ”

Father met a nobleman?

Yang Ziqian, who was discussing with several big shopkeepers, stood up suddenly, and a rare smile appeared on Junyi's face.

“…… As soon as the master arrived in the capital, he sent out Lord Zhu's letter and the generous gift prepared by the young master, and then waited at the Xishang Inn until a few days ago when he was summoned by Lord Bao, the first adviser under Prince Lie. Tie Quanwu took out a letter of fire paint, "Lord Bao said that there is no other way, as long as there is enough grain, anyone can get the right to supply grain, and the person who gets the right to supply food will be the only grain merchant who will cooperate with the Ministry of War in the next ten years, he also said...... The prince hates one thing and two masters the most......"

That's what it means!

It wasn't Fu Wannian and Shen Huaiyu's trick to trick themselves into the game...... Yang Ziqian's hand to open the letter suddenly froze.

The midday sun shone in through the window lattice, shining on the limestone brocade gown, casting a golden halo on a handsome face, hazy and indistinct.

"This grain ...... Do you have to continue to collect it? Feng Yingjie, the chief shopkeeper of the Yang family's vast commercial bank in Zhongzhou, muttered.

fought with Shen Huaiyu on impulse, and Yang Ziqian didn't expect that the price of grain would be raised to such an extent by them. Seeing that the grain prices in other provinces had not risen and the grain prices in Dutanxi had risen wildly, he was frightened, and Zhu Enzhang, the political envoy of Tanxi, did not dare to guarantee that such a high grain price would eventually be bought, so he specially repaired a letter to his friends and asked them to go to the capital to investigate. Since Master Yang went to the capital, he instructed the local branches to quietly stop collecting grain, and only bluffed to raise the price of grain.

In the past two months, the Yang family has confiscated not a single grain of grain!

Is it too late to make a move now?

Feng Yingjie's face turned slightly pale.

Several other big shopkeepers were also drenched in cold sweat. He looked at Yang Ziqian, who was tearing the fire-painted letterskin calmly, and watched him slowly unfold the letter.

The study was surprisingly quiet.

“…… Quickly invite Yang Shantang back. Yang Ziqian snapped and closed the letter.

"Mr. Yang is still monitoring Shen ...... in Liuhe Town," the voice paused, Feng Yingjie hurriedly changed his words again, "The slave immediately sent a message to him to come back overnight!" ”

******

But one night, the verdant bronze tree in front of me was much more yellow, and a gust of autumn wind blew, and there were dry yellow leaves in the air swirling and falling down, adding a few killings and desolation.

Raise your head and look at the sky high and quiet, with the occasional goose feather light white clouds drifting by. Zhao Qing sighed with emotion.

In the blink of an eye, it has been almost two months since she came here.

The sky here is really blue.

Xia Zhu, who hurriedly found the backyard, saw the lonely figure under a thick bronze tree in the distance, his feet froze slightly, turned around and took the crow blue plain face cloak in the little girl's hand and walked over lightly.

“…… I didn't throw up. She gently draped the cloak over Zhao Qing's shoulders, "The third grandmother caught a cold again. ”

Zhao Qing didn't look back, "Got it?" ”

"I heard." Xia Zhu turned to Zhao Qing, dragged the cloak, and wrapped Zhao Qing tightly, "The two personal servants that the third master often brought with him before his death called galloping wind and electricity. On the day of the accident, he was killed on the spot to protect the third master, and Chi Feng escaped because he was ordered to go to Yongzhong to do business...... He was placed in the family temple by the uncle to guard the spiritual position of the ancestors of the past generations. ”

"Find a way to find him!"

Although there is absolute freedom in Lijing Pavilion, it is also like a fish in water in front of the old lady. However, she was firmly imprisoned in the inner house by the eldest lady, and she couldn't even hand out a word. And last time, the maids and women brought by Mrs. Fang were all like ice cubes, and Ren Dongmei Qiuju was so enthusiastic that she was unmoved, so that her good plan came to naught.

She had to find another way to find foreign help.

Looking at Shen Huaiyu's only bone and blood, galloping wind. Will you help her?

"This ......"

Xia Zhu looked embarrassed.

If you want to buy off the gatekeeper Xiao Si to secretly put people into the inner house, it's not a pair of insoles and a pair of shoes that can be sent away!

Where did they get the money?

didn't hear the answer, Zhao Qing turned his head.

I saw a bitter face.

"It's okay, it's okay." She waved her hand nonchalantly, "Let's stay up for a few more days, and we will have silver when the monthly order is issued." ”

Monthly?

Xia Zhu sighed, "It's been delayed for ten days, and I don't know when it will be delivered?" ”

Qiao Lan smiled and came in with a vermilion lacquer carved high-throw small suitcase, "The porridge is ready, when will the third grandmother leave." ”

Zhao Qing's eyes lit up.

Bending down to open the lid of the small suitcase, white lotus seeds and fiery red hawthorn are dotted on the glittering porridge noodles, as if reflecting the snow and cold plums, looking at it has an appetite.

"Well, Sister-in-law Luo's skills are getting better and better." After closing the lid of the suitcase, Zhao Qing smiled and straightened up, "Let's hurry up, otherwise the old lady will be in a hurry again." ”

Looking at the elated backs of the master and servant, Xia Zhu sighed.

There is no name in his pocket, and every day he has to change his tricks to please the old lady, and he tremblingly wanders between the owners and stewards of the house, and he does not dare to slack off.

When is a day like this a head? (To be continued.) )