Like every time they stay in the capital for a few days, they also have good wine and food in the inn, and the expenses are all settled by Zhao Bingyan.

It can only be said that there is giving and giving, Cui Yongqing and they work easily and eat well, but the speed of saving money is slow.

Cao San: Although they are tired, the speed of saving money is very fast.

Cui Yongqing: They have their own yard in the manor.

At noon, Cao San stayed in the courtyard to eat.

Cui Yongqing still had a job, so he couldn't accompany them for the time being, so he asked them to go to the yard by himself first.

There are brothers who happen to be on vacation, so you can talk to them and talk about it at noon.

Cao San and the others went down the mountain road to the manor.

When he was about to arrive, several horse-drawn carts ran behind him, pulling chickens, ducks, fish, meat and various vegetables.

Finally, the carriage stopped in the open space in front of the pavilion, and several small servants dressed in domestic clothes ran out of it to help carry things.

Presumably, this was brought by the person who chartered the pavilion for the banquet today.

When they arrived at the gate of the manor, they also happened to see two well-dressed men pushing the door and talking to a brother they knew.

"Steward Meng, then you can sell us some more tomatoes, there are so many guests today, how can our chef arrange them if there are less than ten of them!"

"And!"

The other grabbed the door frame and looked in, "I saw your brother picking half a basket of cucumbers just now!" ”

"When I came to check the list just now, you told me that the new cucumber has not come out yet, Steward Meng, you are not kind!"

Steward Meng is a big man, and he has always wanted to close the door, but he has been blocked by these two stewards and has not been successful.

He said helplessly: "The tomatoes are only the size of pigeon eggs, and they are still green, and the cucumbers are indeed gone, and I searched half an acre of land to find out so much." ”

"I don't dislike that, I'm very happy about that, you can sell it to us!"

Then he tried his best to stuff the silver into Steward Meng's hand, but Steward Meng kept refusing.

In the end, Meng Guan couldn't do anything, so he collected the money for the dishes and let people divide half of it to the two stewards.

The two stewards grinded for a while before holding the dishes and going to the pavilion upside down.

Steward Meng had already seen Cao San and them, who had been holding back their laughter.

first greeted them, and then said helplessly: "Don't laugh, you don't know how many such people I have to deal with every day, and I have to wear out my mouth every day before I stop." ”

Steward Meng's name is Meng Zhengyuan.

All the maintenance of Pingya Mountain is the responsibility of Meng Zhengyuan and others.

They can eat some of that dish in unlimited quantities every few days, which is the kindness of Tang Jingyun, the owner.

Theoretically, when that day comes, what to do with the share of vegetables that should have been eaten by them is their own business.

If they secretly sell it for money, it will definitely be a lot of money in the long run.

If you were more cunning, you might have done it a long time ago.

Meng Zhengyuan, but they always adhere to the bottom line of being a man.

The owners have good intentions, but they can't take this kindness for granted to make money.

Just like just now.

A steward stuffed him with silver, which actually meant that he hoped that Meng Zhengyuan would sell them the vegetables they ate, and let Meng Zhengyuan keep the money himself.

That's more than a day's wages!

But in the end, Meng Zhengyuan sold it, but the money he collected was the income from the sale in the public account, and he didn't have a penny.

Of course, they were all picked out by Zhao Xiaozhou and sent to Tang Jingyun's subordinates.

If the character is not good, he will not be looked at by Zhao Xiaozhou.

There were fewer good dishes at noon.

Luckily, there are still ordinary vegetables in the kitchen, which taste much worse than when they used to eat when it was still a problem.

At the dinner table, Cao San and his brothers got to know each other.

Cao San told everyone that in the future, their caravan will definitely have to add people, and those who save money can apply with the owner and go back to Dayakouzi Village with them.

Although the life of Pingya Mountain is comfortable, Meng Zhengyuan is just that, whether he was in the army in the past or now, he has the ability to be a leader.

His salary in Pingyashan is higher than that of the restaurant shopkeepers outside.

Others are different.

When he was in the army, he only had brute force, and it is the same now.

They know their situation.

I'm worried that if I continue like this, I will lose my fighting spirit and I will lose my fighting spirit, and that is really wasted.

So many people would rather be tired and follow Cao San to run outside.

Since the closure of the mutual market, many once prosperous waterways in the territory of the Great Yuan Dynasty have become more and more scarce.

The hand-hewn canal was unmaintained and fell into depression or even abandonment over the years.

From the post capital city to Shangjing, there is no waterway to take merchant ships.

This batch of condensation red frost fruit is only the first batch of ripe, and the amount is still very small.

It won't be until August that it matures.

At that time, even the surrounding areas of Yidu Chengcheng County and the next door Fuzhou will help digest some of them.

But the rest, with the size of their current caravan, will still not be enough to transport all the goods to Shangjing.

And Cao San and the others know it.

On the mountains of Miss Tang, in addition to the green jade house of the green gate and the red frost fruit of condensation, there are also two kinds of fruits.

At that time, it couldn't be like now, just relying on a caravan to escort back and forth, right?

That's just a waste of time.

What Cao San said was also what Tang Jingyun had thought about.

That's why she really wants the mutual market to reopen.

At that time, the roads and canals will also follow the wave of maintenance, and the merchants will hear the wind and move, goods will come and go, and the waterways will surely return to the grand flow of ships in the past.

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After the Wanshou Festival, the DPRK and China suddenly issued several orders in succession to reopen the mutual market.

The "Mutual Market Supervision" was re-established, the rules for mutual market transactions were drafted, and the Ministry of Industry was ordered to maintain and repair the official roads and canals leading to the mutual markets.

The mutual market starts in October.

This is very encouraging news.

Almost all the country's businessmen rushed to tell each other.

Before Cao San and the others returned to the village, Tang Jingyun already knew about it.

It was Zhao Xiaozhou's people who sent it to her quickly.

In addition to the news of the reopening of the mutual market, Zhao Xiaozhou also told Tang Jingyun about what had happened since he returned to Beijing, just like the previous correspondence.

The letter concludes with a mention of his return.

It may not be until October before I can say goodbye to Tang Jingyun.

"It's going to take so long to get back."

Tang Jingyun flipped through the letter over and over again, and it was only in August 15......

She felt like a stone of hope now.

After receiving the letter, Tang Jingyun patted his face, threw the outrageous idea out of his mind, and continued to instruct his subordinates to prepare "herbicides".

In order to start transplanting tea seedlings to the tea mountain in September, Tang Jingyun recruited more than 100 part-time workers.

This time, Tang Jingyun didn't let them cut down the tree hard, but exchanged it with Zhan Zhixue for a poison against the plant.

It is also a plant.

After it blooms, the petals drip a kind of sap.