Chapter 335 This is all money
After lunch, the emperor and his ministers returned to the city.
The news spread quickly.
Yang Qing and Han Yu were playing chess in the study, while Chen Zhan was watching.
Both of them were familiar with each other's chess moves and played very quickly at the beginning.
"Mr. Yang, you seem absent-minded today!" Han Yu ate several of the opponent's chess pieces.
"You're not that good either!" Yang Qing discovered the opponent's loophole and easily broke the black chess's eye position.
"Hiss!" The eye position was broken, and it would be difficult for the black piece to survive.
Han Yu waved his folding fan and suddenly threw away two chess pieces to admit defeat.
"I'm uneasy!" Han Yu said self-deprecatingly, "I thought I could kill Jiang Qingzhi and the Mo family with one slap, but who would have thought that the brat would want to make trouble."
"If what he called the Mo family treasure today is not worthy of its name, Lord Han, our chance has come." Yang Qing's eyes were cold and stern, "Don't drag your feet this time. Once we make a move, we must press it with a force as powerful as thunder and lightning. We must make... Hey! Here it comes."
Han Yu listened carefully and heard footsteps, which were somewhat hurried.
He picked up the teacup and blew gently.
A man appeared outside the door and came in after bowing.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Han, Mr. Chen."
"How?" Chen Zhan asked.
The man said, "Today, His Majesty and all the officials went outside the city. Jiang Qingzhi took out the improved gunpowder, and when it was ignited, the sound was amazing, like thunder..."
"Where does gunpowder come from to be so powerful? Magic!" Han Yu's eyes changed.
"It's not magic," the man said, "It's said to be a weapon improved by the Mohists. The gunpowder exploded and killed more than a dozen fat sheep. Even the earth wall was blown down."
Chen Zhan's body shook. "This is... a magical weapon for attacking cities and capturing strongholds!"
Han Yu picked up a piece of charcoal beside him and said with a wry smile: "What on earth have those old monsters of the Mo family come up with in these years..."
Yang Qing sat down, looking somewhat dazed.
"Gentlemen, the previous plan..." Chen Zhan asked.
Han Yu waved her hand, "Let's see about this later!"
"That's right." The man said, "After the explosion, someone immediately showed goodwill to Jiang Qingzhi and the Mo family."
"How many people are there?" Yang Qing's eyes were slightly cold.
"They said at least more than 10%."
Bah!
The teacup was smashed to pieces, and Han Yu cursed: "A bunch of villains!"
Chen Zhan walked out of the study, looked up at the blue sky, and said softly: "Lifeng, the villain has survived the crisis, and the Mo family and he have a foothold. But don't worry, I will definitely make him lose his reputation..."
……
Jiang Qingzhi went to the forbidden area as soon as he entered the house.
He closed his eyes, but Lord Ding was still turning in his mind.
Looks like you're waiting for me!
Jiang Qingzhi felt that Uncle Ding was most likely an intelligent program, otherwise, according to the usual rhythm, the reward should have appeared during the picnic.
The big cauldron accelerates!
faster and faster!
How many?
Watching the numbers start to roll over, Jiang Qingzhi held his breath and felt great anticipation.
"One month..."
"Half a year!"
"One year! Master Ding is strong! Come again... There really is more!"
"A year and a half."
The number finally stopped at years.
"Two years!" Jiang Qingzhi was very happy, but after thinking about it, he felt it was natural.
The emergence of gunpowder will inevitably lead to a change in the Ming army's combat methods.
When the roar on the battlefield becomes more and more frequent, those alien races will surely become good at singing and dancing.
"Uncle Ding, where is the reward?"
A shadow gradually solidified in the void...
Cardboard boxes fell into the space one by one.
Quite a few.
"come out!"
A box fell in front of Jiang Qingzhi. He cut the tape and tore open the box.
Inside was a jar of unknown material.
A faint fragrance wafts over.
Jiang Qingzhi opened the sealed lid.
"perfume?"
The smell of woody perfume lifted Jiang Qingzhi's spirits.
"Uncle Ding, what kind of perfume do I need as a man? How many are there? Three hundred cans. Three hundred cans are so big, I can't use them all in a hundred lifetimes!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked up at the sky in silence.
The verdigris glowed slowly, as if mocking Jiang Qingzhi for being a country bumpkin.
"Three hundred cans!"
Jiang Qingzhi's heart moved slightly, and he took out the entire jar.
"Imported goods, this is prepared for repackaging after importation."
“It’s French!”
"Several...several scents, woody, and something else..."
Jiang Qingzhi was like a hardworking worker bee, counting all the perfumes.
Three hundred cans, if packaged according to their weight in the previous life, would yield at least four thousand bottles.
Four thousand bottles...
"Didn't that silly woman envy the Duke Cheng's wife for using some... overseas perfumed dew a while ago? Compared to this, that overseas perfumed dew is a joke." Jiang Qingzhi laughed, left the forbidden area, and asked someone to bring a few small porcelain bottles.
"Uncle!"
Fu Cheng asks for a meeting.
"Happy event, uncle!"
"What's the good news? What makes you, Fucheng, so happy?" Jiang Qingzhi asked, holding a freshly washed porcelain bottle.
"Uncle, our beef business is picking up."
Fucheng couldn't help but be happy.
"Your family is not short of money, right?" Jiang Qingzhi said.
Fu Cheng said: "Although the old master won a lot of money last time, it is not appropriate to live off the wealth. The young old master and his family will also need money in the future.
Besides, it is not a good idea for our vacant land outside the city to remain vacant! Nowadays, the capital is overcrowded, and many people have built houses outside the city to live in. There are already many residents on the edge of that vacant land... I think we should turn it into a separate courtyard."
Fucheng's plan was interrupted by Jiang Qingzhi, "I have another use for that place."
Jiang Qingzhi planned to use that place as the base of the Mohist school.
Teaching, research, development...how about turning it into a high-tech development zone?
Just thinking about Jiang Qingzhi makes me excited.
But then he thought of money.
To build such a huge base, hundreds of thousands of strings of cash are needed.
The 500,000 strings of cash won last time were locked up in the treasury by the woman. According to her, this was to be left for her children and grandchildren.
Jiang Qingzhi said that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and leaving too much money would be a disaster, but Li Tian refuted that this has been the case in all dynasties. Which powerful family in the capital does not leave money for their children and grandchildren?
"Woman!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked at the porcelain vase and suddenly something came to his mind.
What the hell!
Isn't this just money?
Uncle Ding, can you predict the future?
Fu Cheng is still looking forward to the blueprint, "In the future, the beef business will be handed over to the young master, and Erlang will give him some money, land and houses, and some shops... If there is a young lady, I will prepare a dowry for her."
"Uncle!"
A servant brought the latest news.
"There was a fight over at our store."
Jiang Qingzhi got angry when he heard this. It just so happened that the porcelain vase needed to be dried. "Go and have a look!"
Outside the Jiang family's shop, two groups of people were on the verge of a confrontation.
"You bastard, this is Jiang Qingzhi's shop. Any Confucian disciple should stay away from it. But you are chatting and laughing inside, buying large chunks of his beef. Where is your face? If the saint is still alive, he will kill you rebels!"
A green-robed scholar pointed at several scholars outside the shop and yelled at them.
A scholar in brocade robes on the opposite side raised his head slightly and looked down at the other party, "Grandpa can spend his money however he wants. Why do I need your consent?"
"Confucianism and Mohism are incompatible!" The man in green robe pointed his spear at the other party.
"Try pointing again!"
"So what if I pointed at you?"
"Long Wilbur is here."
The man in green robe stepped back immediately, and he and the dozen or so people behind him stared at Jiang Qingzhi who was dismounting from his horse.
"What's going on?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Jia Qian has gained some weight now and looks quite amiable, but all the merchants in the capital know that this dog of Jiang Qingzhi is the most ruthless in bargaining, and he has made the merchants of the Altan tribe who smuggled live cattle very unhappy.
"Master, these people were buying beef at our house when they rushed in, saying something about Confucianism and Mohism being incompatible."
Jiang Qingzhi was amused, "Isn't it possible to eat Mo's beef?"
The green-robed man sneered, "Long Wei Bo, keep smiling. By the way, my Confucian disciples are all over the world. Now the news of the Mohist School's re-emergence has not spread everywhere. I think it will be more lively in a while."
"Tsk!" Jiang Qingzhi asked, "What is your identity?"
The green-robed man said proudly, "I was a juren in the 20th year of Jiajing."
"It's been eight years since the 20th year of Jiajing. Eight years have passed, and you are still a juren. With your brain, you still talk about the incompatibility of Confucianism and Mohism."
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly laughed and said contemptuously: "Those so-called great scholars and celebrities in the court eat from the same pot with me without getting angry. Are you bothered by buying a few pieces of beef from my family?"
Xu Wei coughed dryly, "After eight years, he still hasn't passed the imperial examination. I think that the candidate was probably just lucky."
These words were so poisonous that Sun Chonglou wanted to beat Xu Wei up.
The green-robed man's face turned green, and he cursed, "What are you waiting for? Go ahead and smash his shitty business!"
"Uncle, the Broken Boots Formation is here." Xu Wei laughed.
The green-robed man rushed over with more than ten people. Jiang Qingzhi waved his hand and said, "Fight!"
Mo Zhan and his men rushed forward and beat him up severely. Soon, he lay on the ground.
"Call the police, call the police!" the man in green robe screamed. Mo Zhan had taken special care of his two legs, both of which were broken.
Xu Wei walked over and leaned over to the green-robed man and said, "Back in Datong, hundreds of scholars attacked Lord Bo's residence. It was much more powerful than today. Guess what happened in the end?"
The green-robed man gritted his teeth and said, "You keep talking tough..."
"The Lord had his hands and feet broken, and he was even expelled from school." Xu Wei reached out and patted the green-robed man on the face, "You are so lucky."
The people from the Wucheng Military Department arrived, and Xu Wei went to negotiate with them. "These people planned to destroy the Bo Mansion's property, and there is evidence."
There was a chopping board in the shop that was overturned by the green-robed man and others. Jia Qian, an experienced man, had to clean up the mess.
"take away!"
The green-robed man screamed, "You guys are abusing your power and bending the law. I'm going to sue you guys. I'm going to..."
Jia Qian came over and said, "Business was completely gone a while ago, and I was very worried, but Master Bo said that it would be back to normal in ten days at most. It's only been seven days, and business has almost returned to normal. But I don't understand why it's like this."
"The so-called boycott is just a trend. Most of our customers are rich people, and they only care about their own families. The so-called boycott is just a show. You don't want to let your stomach be wronged."
"Great!" Jia Qian felt that he had learned another trick. "By the way, my Lord, the merchant from Altan said that he has some low-quality live cattle and asked if we want any."
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head and said, "Remember, our family's business mainly makes money from rich people."
(End of this chapter)
