Zhejiang, Zhejiang's Governor's Palace.

Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang and the governor of Zhejiang, fell on the upper seat, next to him was He Maocai, the envoy of Zhejiang, Zheng Michang, the political envoy of Zhejiang, and Yang Jinshui, the chief eunuch of the Weaving Bureau.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, and several dancing girls were dancing beautifully, and they were all wearing light silk without exception, which set off their figures well, and more than a dozen Fanbang merchants looked at the silk placed on the table, whispering, and from time to time they also started to stroke carefully, and the satisfaction in their eyes could not be concealed.

"We want half a million horses, you... Do you have one? The Fanbang merchant asked in a half-baked voice.

"Yes, of course there are, not to mention 500,000 horses, 800,000 horses too!" When Yang Jinshui, the eunuch in charge of the Weaving Bureau, heard this, he smiled and bent his eyebrows, and then walked forward quickly, picked up a piece of silk, and began to sell it to Fanbang merchants.

"What? If you want to increase the price, ten taels or eight dollars? No, no, we don't have that much money. After hearing Yang Jinshui's offer, the head of the Fanbang businessman shook like a rattle.

"This year's silk adopts a new method, and the natural cost has gone up, you see what they are wearing, and the same one in your hand, does it feel thinner?" Yang Jinshui said, stretching out his hand to the dancing girls.

The Fanbang merchant looked in the direction of Yang Jinshui's finger, but he couldn't retract his gaze for a long time, so he had to reply: "Okay... It seems to be thinner. ”

"But ten taels and eight dollars is too expensive, ten taels and five dollars."

"Ten taels or sixteen dollars, it can't be less, I still sell it because you also ordered silk last year! Anything less than that, I'm going to be fined. After Yang Jinshui finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After listening to Yang Jinshui's offer, the Fanbang merchants gathered together to whisper and discuss for a long time, even if a piece of silk was sold for ten taels or sixteen yuan, they still had money after being transferred back to Europe, and finally nodded and agreed to Yang Jinshui's offer.

"Okay, ten taels or six dollars a horse, let's buy 500,000 horses."

Seeing that the deal was finalized, the Fanbang merchant sat back in his place and enjoyed the dance of the singer.

Hearing the final price of the Fanbang merchants, everyone present looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

In fact, this year's silk is no different from last year, but the price is much more expensive, last year's price of a silk was nine taels or four dollars, happy, everyone quickly thought of another question.

"Anyway, does the weaving bureau have that much output?" He Maocai took a sip of tea and asked Zheng Michang in a low voice to the side.

"It's... It doesn't seem like there are so many, and last year's production was only 300,000 horses. After recalling for a moment, Zheng Michang gave the answer.

"And where are the extra 200,000 pieces of silk going to go?" He Maocai's face instantly became bitter.

A Fanbang businessman looked at Hu Zongxian, who was sitting on the upper seat, arched his hand, and said respectfully: "Lord Hu, in addition to silk, we want to buy something else." ”

With that, his eyes glanced at the dancing girl in the room.

When Hu Zongxian heard this, he stroked his beard, got up from his seat, his eyes swept over the body of the Fanbang merchant one by one, and said loudly: "I can sell silk, tea and porcelain, but I just don't sell people!" ”

Seeing that Hu Zongxian was angry, those Fanbang businessmen hurriedly picked up their wine glasses to apologize, and after drinking a few glasses, the atmosphere returned to its previous harmony.

After sending the Fanbang merchant away, Yang Jinshui breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately began to calculate the possible benefits in his heart.

"Your Excellency, Qi Jiguang is here!"

At this moment, a soldier hurriedly broke into the governor's palace of Zhezhi and handed over the battle report from the front to Hu Zongxian.

"Since the battle report is sent from the front, then I won't bother." When Yang Jinshui heard this, he hurriedly got up and said goodbye, as a person in the palace, he should avoid suspicion of the court, which is also the "rule" set by the court for many years.

"Father-in-law Yang walks slowly." The crowd then bid farewell.

After Yang Jinshui left, looking at the envelope in Hu Zongxian's hand, everyone in the room held their breath, the dancing style of the dancing girls was still as soft as before, but everyone present was not interested in looking at it anymore, Zheng Michang was a little irritable, waved his hand, and then the dancing girls all went down.

Hu Zongxian opened the envelope, and at the same time, Zheng Michang and He Maocai's hearts also rose to their throats, and their eyes stared at the envelope, not daring to move half a step.

I saw that the content written on the letter made Hu Zongxian's originally frowning brows stretch: "Hahaha, okay!" All right! ”

"My lord, but the battle has been won on the front line..."Zheng Michang and He Maocai couldn't help but ask when they saw that their immediate boss was so happy.

"See for yourselves." After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he handed the letter in his hand to everyone.

Zheng Michang and He Maocai read the contents of the letter, and they couldn't help but show joy, the letter said that the Ming army had annihilated more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers in Fenghua, Ninghai and other places, and also obtained news of Wang Zhi from the captives.

"This Wang Zhi is really hateful, he actually colluded with the Japanese to kill the people of my Ming Dynasty!" After reading the letter, Zheng Michang's face was indignant.

"If you want me to say, just dig up his family's ancestral grave." He Maocai also put on a look of righteous indignation.

Hu Zongxian ignored the flattery on the faces of the two, and just said lightly: "Later, I will go to the court and ask for merit for the soldiers, so let's go back first." ”

"Yes." Zheng Michang and He Maocai glanced at each other, and at the same time said goodbye to their bosses, and Tan Lun, who had been sitting in the corner, also got up to say goodbye.

After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he went straight back to the study, spread out the rice paper, and picked up the pen to write.

"My lord, this is a letter from Elder Yan Ge." Xu Wei, Hu Zongxian's aide, knocked on the door and, after receiving permission, pushed the door in.

"Put it there, I'll see it later." Hu Zongxian didn't even raise his head, and motioned for Xu Wei to put the letter on the table.

After a long time, Hu Zongxian put down the brush, looked at the recital that had been transcribed, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately called the guards and advised: "Send this letter to the cabinet as soon as possible, urgently!" ”

"Yes." The guards received the order, then rode on a fast horse, went out of the governor's mansion of Zhejiang, and ran straight to the capital.

I don't know how many horses died of exhaustion, and at every post station there was a relay of soldiers, and before dark, the letter was delivered to the cabinet.

"Oh, Hu Zongxian's excerpt? Or is it urgent, is something wrong? After Xu Jie, the deputy assistant of the cabinet, he opened the letter, and the news on it made him quite excited.

"Haha, okay!" Xu Jie patted his thigh happily.

"Elder Xu Ge, why are you so happy?" Seeing that Xu Jie was so happy, Yan Song couldn't help but come over and asked.

"See for yourself." After Xu Jie finished speaking, he handed the fold presented by Hu Zongxian to Yan Song.

Yan Song put on reading glasses tremblingly, and after reading the contents of the letter, he stroked his beard and chuckled: "It seems that this matter has to be reported to the emperor, and this fold will not be sent to the celebrant first." ”

Xu Jie also responded with a smile: "That's exactly what I mean." ”

……

After handing over the fold, Hu Zongxian's whole body relaxed, and when he was about to open the letter sent by Yan Song to read it, his eyes accidentally glanced at the map hanging on the wall, and saw that the map was densely marked with the deployment of the Japanese troops and the route of the march.

"Fenghua, Ninghai..."Hu Zongxian put down the letter in his hand, circled these two places on the map with his finger, and deduced the current situation in combination with the deployment of the Japanese troops and the route of the march.

After a long time, I saw his face change suddenly: "It's not good, Quanzhou!" ”