"Do you remember?" Song Che pushed open the door of the private room and asked. Liao Heng, who was standing by the window blowing the wind, turned around and wondered: "What?" Song Che walked to the window and said side by side: "It seems that at this time last year, I, you, and Jiang Yuntian met for the first time in the broken temple. Liao Heng recalled for a moment and said softly: "It seems to be a little earlier than this time, when it was late autumn, and the weather was not so cold. Song Che smiled: "I remember that you were still a down-and-out scholar at that time, Jiang Yuntian was still wearing straw sandals, and I had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, the three of us only bought a donkey, and when we walked in the rain, we were splashed with mud on the road, and then met Yun Niang......" Liao Heng looked at the cold wind outside the window, and sighed: "Time really can't be kept, more than a year has passed unconsciously." Song Che said: "Now you are wearing a python robe, now I am wrapped in a thousand waists, and now Jiang Yuntian is wearing a costume." A year is fleeting in retrospect, but it has changed so many things. ”

"And after that year?" Liao Heng asked. Song Che was silent. A few cold winds blew in silence. He seemed resolute and affirmatively said: "In a year, you will become the emperor in the dragon robe, Jiang Yuntian will become the Great Liang Pillar Kingdom, and I may become the richest person in the world, or I may become a cloth cloth." ”

"If you become a cloth cloth, you can't afford to raise a house of women."

"Hahaha......" The two laughed, but neither of them took it as a joke.

"What do you want to do?" Liao Heng asked. Song Che asked rhetorically: "Do you remember what I told you at the beginning?" 'Bend down and keep your life, wait for the time of day', and the so-called time of heaven is tied to one word, that is-chaos. ”

"Chaos?" Liao Heng frowned slightly,

"If it's peaceful today, I can't see where the chaos is." Song Che didn't speak, turned back to the room, overturned the table, kicked over the stool, broke the vase, blushed, vented all the unhappiness in his heart, and finally took a deep breath, calmed down, walked back to the window again, pointed to a messy private room and said, "This is chaos." It's very simple, as long as someone destroys it, it will be chaotic. The same is true of the world, after it is disrupted, it will be cleaned up again, and it will become brand new again. ”

"What's the mess?" Liao Heng asked.

"New Year's Coins and Harmony." Song Che said: "Harmony is not only a means of peaceful diplomacy, but also the fuse of war, the question is, who will light this fuse, us?" Or Dijon? He paused, and then said, "But in any case, this peace will fail, and the war between Daliang and Dijon will start because of this; Now, the Great Liang has broken the alliance with the Western Qiang and has lost its horns, and if the war is full-scale, the Great Liang is likely to lose. He turned his head to look at Liao Heng: "The day of the Liang fiasco is the time when you ascend the throne and become the emperor." He looked out the window again and said meaningfully: "Of course, there will be a lot of changes in this process, and I should not be too full of words at this time." He also advised: "For now, you must continue to bend down and keep your orders, take care of yourself and the princess, and when the time comes, I will personally help you to ascend the throne and become emperor." Liao Heng almost wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say,

"Brother Song......"

"I know that you have a thousand words in your heart, but needless to say, I will do this, with your interests, my own interests, and Brother Jiang's interests," Song Che slowly closed the window, shielding the cold wind from the window, and said softly: "It's late at night, go back and rest early." Liao Heng said no more and retired from the private room.

Song Che stayed in the room, restoring and sorting out the things that had just been messed up, but when he was cleaning up the broken porcelain, he accidentally cut his palm, looking at the blood oozing from his palm, he sat on the ground weakly, and a deep exhaustion made him almost breathless.

I'm tired, I'm tired. Tired............ Early the next morning. Chen Peng, the transfer envoy, sent someone to send a list of the New Year's coins.

500,000 pieces of silk, 100 pearls, 2,000 catties of tribute tea, and 800 pieces of porcelain from famous kilns, totaling as much as 2 million taels, which is twice as much as last year's coin.

And these two million taels do not include the part eaten by Jia Taishi, the profits earned by the merchants. However, the New Year's coin is just a dowry, and there must be huge expenses for the team of relatives.

This alliance with Dijon would cost the Liang Dynasty one-tenth of the treasury. Daliang has never lacked money, nor has he lacked people who are loyal to the country, but only a bloody king.

On the morning of the same day, Song Che divided part of the list and instructed the Tianxia Qianzhuang and Yunshuifang branch partners to go to Jiangning, Chuzhou, Luzhou and other places to find members of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce for purchase; In the afternoon, he took Yun Niang and got on the passenger ship back to Suzhou and Hangzhou.

On the eve of midnight, we arrived in Suzhou. 500,000 pieces of cloth per year, 200,000 in Jiangning and other places, and the remaining 300,000 were provided by cloth merchants in Suzhou.

After getting off the boat, Song Che rushed to Yunshuifang non-stop and convened a meeting of various cloth merchants in the city overnight. In the end, it was decided that the Shen family would provide 150,000 horses, the Chen family would provide 100,000 horses, and the remaining 50,000 would be jointly raised by other cloth shops, and the time limit was one month, and all the goods should be sent to Hangzhou first, and then loaded and shipped to Tokyo after he personally counted them.

The meeting was dismissed at the ugly time, but Song Che did not delay, and took the passenger ship again and went straight to Hangzhou. The bumpy ship, like his heart, rises and falls on the river in the cold wind.

Even though I was very sleepy, as soon as I closed it, I felt irritable inside, and I couldn't sleep like scratching my ears and cheeks.

"Da Da Da ......" knock on the door. He sat up in shock: "Who?" ”

"It's me." Yun Niang's voice sounded outside the house. Song Che went to open the door, Yun Niang stood at the door with a bowl of steaming rice balls in her hand, she said: "You haven't eaten much since the afternoon, it just so happens that there are leftover rice balls from the father-in-law, so I cooked a bowl, you fill your stomach?" Song Che really had no appetite, and wanted to refuse, but Yun Niang handed it to his mouth, her beating eyes were full of urgency: "I always think that when you are full, your mood will be better, you can taste it, I also added sugar eggs to it, it is delicious." Song Che was so gracious that he took the soup bowl and introduced Yun Niang into the cabin.

He took a small bite, the sticky glutinous rice was sweet and soft, and it was indeed delicious; He took a big bite—

"Hey! Be careful—"

"Shhh...... It's hot! A mouthful of candy burst into a mouthful, splashing all over his mouth, dripping onto the placket of his clothes, and scalding his tongue out.

"Look, you're still hungry." Yun Niang hurriedly took out the handkerchief and wiped the soup on his chest for him, the movements were so light and gentle, and the fragrance she approached was so fascinating.

As soon as she raised her head, her eyes met each other, and her feelings fermented.