Three days later, the tulip hall on the shore of Mochou Lake was gathered. Hua Houwei smiled and arched his hand towards everyone: "There is a temporary delay in some things, but it is not Xiao Wang's intention to be lazy, please understand!" ”

"Don't dare!" "Don't dare!"

An old voice came: "Your Highness, the old man Zhou Hongmo, His Royal Highness has come to Yingtianfu, and the old man has not come to visit him, rude, rude!" ”

Hua Houwei didn't react for a moment, and Huang Xingchi whispered in his ear: "The secretary of the capital is still the book, and the first year of Hongzhi is a scholar." ”

Hua Houwei hurriedly came over to greet him: "Boss, Zhu Houwei is young, I don't know the boss, forgive me!" ”

Zhou Hongmo's face was full of light, he glanced around, and then pretended to be humble proudly: "Don't dare, don't dare, His Royal Highness King Wu, please take a seat." ”

After a basket of polite words, Hua Houwei's face turned upright, and he said loudly: "You are all gentry and virtuous people in Jiangnan, and I am calling you today to talk about the quota issue!" ”

The eyes of these gentry focused on Zhou Hongmo, Zhou Hongmo smiled with satisfaction, and said to Hua Houwei: "Your Highness, what quota?" ”

"I've been in Jiangnan for a while, and I'm sure you've heard of it. Boss, our silk in the south of the Yangtze River has entered industrialization, and the price has fallen by three percent. But don't worry, I still open your raw silk and the price remains the same! And," Speaking of this, Huahou Wei paused, glanced at the audience, and then continued: "If you want, my steam spinning machine can be sold to everyone!" The quotas I am talking about are what we need to discuss. ”

Boom, this time it was like a thunderbolt, instantly making these squires scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. They have long coveted the steam spinning machine of the Textile Association, but they have no connections, and they have hooked up with the King Wu in front of them, but they didn't expect King Wu to be willing to sell them a cornucopia! The resentment that had accumulated for a long time disappeared, and all that remained was gratitude to King Wu.

Zhou Hongmo said eagerly: "Your Highness, how to calculate this quota?" ”

"Oh, it's easy! Those who are eligible to join the Textile Association have a total of 50 units in Songjiang Prefecture, and you can discuss the specific distribution plan yourself. Well, the cement plant can also release two places. ”

Zhou Hongmo leaned back and said lightly: "The huge Songjiang Mansion, there are only fifty units? Your Highness, is there something missing? ”

Hua Houwei smiled slightly: "Boss, there are a lot!" Do you know how much cloth a steam engine produces? ”

"Two horses?"

"Hehe, ten horses! Boss, although Songjiang has a lot of cotton, can fifty units be supplied? ”

Zhou Hongmo frowned: "Your Highness, if you don't have enough cotton, you can buy it from outside." I think 50 is too little! ”

"Lord Zhou, Songjiang Mansion is not the entire Jiangnan, I still have to consider the needs of other places, and I give it all to you, what about other places?" Hua Houwei was already a little impatient, but Zhou Hongmo, who looked at the snow-white beard, still explained patiently.

Zhou Hongmo is already seventy and eight, a little old and confused, he didn't see what Hua Houwei meant at all, and he still kept pestering: "Your Highness, why don't you give ten more units in the face of the old man?" ”

Hua Houwei's face was gloomy, and he turned his head to look at Qin Hong, who had a bitter face. Qin Hong hurriedly came over to play the round: "Lord Zhou, fifty is really a lot, I think it's better to listen to His Highness." ”

"Humph! Qin Hong, the old man remembers you. When you first entered the Ministry of Rites to observe politics, the old man was already a left waiter. "Zhou Hongmo's words are a bit rude, what are you? When Lao Tzu was an official, you still ate dolls, is it your turn?

Hua Houwei was furious and pointed at Zhou Hongmo: "Zhou Hongmo! In front of the master, you dare to rely on the old and sell the old? I'm not afraid to tell you that anyone in Songjiang can buy a textile machine, but your Zhou family can't! Lord Qin is your junior, and that is also the official of the imperial court, and it is your turn to preach as a Zhishi official who is about to die? Where do you say the court is located? ”

Thousands of miles away, someone was talking about this quota meeting: "Hehe, Zhou Hongmo is obscure, with his temperament, he will definitely rely on his identity as an old minister to persecute Zhu Houwei." But what kind of character is Zhu Houwei? The top talent that no one in this dynasty can suppress, how can he fiddle with it? What's more, Zhou Hongmo has a heart disease, and he will definitely have a seizure on the spot! When the time comes..."

Sure enough, as the man expected, Zhou Hongmo's face was red and white for a while, and he suddenly covered his chest and fell backwards! Hua Houwei was taken aback and shouted: "Quick, this is a heart disease, call a doctor!" ”

After a while, the doctor came, but unfortunately he was powerless! Hua Houwei waved his hand tiredly and stopped talking. Who is this? Don't hurt people when you're so old, run here to make yourself unclean, a good thing, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes a funeral! Hua Houwei turned around and left, it is enough to have Qin Hong to deal with it, so let's avoid it!

Wan Niang chased a few steps and caught up with Hua Houwei: "Your Highness, let's just go out of the city for a walk?" ”

Hua Houwei sighed and rubbed Wan Niang's head: "It's better to be Wan Niang, I know I'm upset." Forget it, there's a lot of stuff going on! Alas, a headache! ”

"Your Highness, the work is not finished, can you do it again tomorrow? People say that Qinhuai River is good, we have been in Nanjing for so long, and we have never been there. Wan Niang's eyes flickered, and Hua Houwei's heart suddenly softened.

The reason why he took Wan Niang in was because Wan Niang's mother was very much like Hua Hou Wei's ex-girlfriend, and she got along for many days, and she regarded Wan Niang as the little demon king who was herself in her previous life, and she couldn't bear to refuse. "Well, well! Xingchi, take people to follow! ”

The ten-mile Qinhuai River is already a remnant of lotus and leaves, but the flower boats in the river are still swaying in the water.

found a flower boat at random, and Hua Houwei and Wan Niang got on the boat. The flowery old bustard greeted him with a smile: "Son, do you want to taste the fragrance of the Interpretation Flower at such a young age?" ”

"Hehe, Interpretation Flower? Master today··· Oh, I remember, Wan Niang, I have to go back, who is that? Leave a place for you! A silver ingot of ten taels was thrown on the table, Hua Houwei picked up Wanniang and walked out!

The door of the flower boat slammed shut, and a thin man greeted Hua Houwei with a smile: "Lord Wang, what's the matter?" Can you talk to the Sprinkler family? ”

"Who are you?" Hua Hou Wei simply put down his disguise and asked with a cold face.

"The silt comes from the chaos of Qi, and the white lotus is in full bloom! Your Highness, you're not a stranger, are you? ”

Wan Niang exclaimed: "You, you lied to me? ”

"Wan Niang, where will my uncle hurt you?" Out of the cabin came a rather handsome scholar, looking at Wan Niang's eyes full of love.

Hua Houwei suddenly felt disheartened, and asked softly: "Wanniang, why?" ”

Wan Niang's tears suddenly flowed, and she shook her head desperately: "Your Highness, I didn't mean to. It's true! Uncle said he would help you kill the corrupt officials in the world..."