Although he had regained some strength, Jiang Fan was still in low spirits and sat lazily fishing by the lake. The fish had been hooked for a long time and he seemed unaware.
Yu Wencheng was very worried, so he sat on the edge and talked to him, trying to divert the master's attention.
"...Also, the grassland has begun cooperation with King Zuo Xian on salt marsh mining. King Zuo Xian can send a large amount of coarse salt every month. Ceramics, wine and other goods have already made huge profits..."
This incident obviously brought Mr. Jiang back to his senses. He lifted the fishing rod, picked off the palm-sized fish and threw it back into the ice hole.
"Is everything going well on the grassland?"
Yuwen Chengxin saw this and knew that he had regained his energy, so he said: "Well, everything went smoothly. My father is in charge of this now.
The coarse salt is sent to Lishan Twelve Workshops for processing, and 30% of the proceeds are sold to the grassland and can be earned dozens of times. The remaining 70% is currently supplied to Qin's domestic needs.
Porcelain and colored glaze were sold at sky-high prices among the prairie nobles, and wine was in short supply. The price soared, a hundred times higher than the price in Qin. "
Jiang Fan nodded: "Very good, all the gold and silver collected will be put into the treasury, and the war horses, furs, grain and grass will be secretly sent to Lishan for deployment."
"A new warehouse was built over Mount Li, which is much larger in scale. Except for the treasures that are placed in the mortal residence, all other materials are transported there for storage. We call it the New Eight Great Warehouses.
The only problem is the horses, which need a stable. We plan to contact the servant Chen He and ask him to help find a solution. "
Jiang Fan nodded in agreement: "Yes, the horse administration happens to be managed by the servant. If necessary, I can write a handwritten letter. There are three main horse farms in Qin. It is best to choose the closer Longxi horse farm for placement."
Yuwen Cheng nodded in agreement.
Jiang Fan said: "You have to be extremely careful when doing business with the grassland, but at the same time, you have to be quick. Sooner or later, the other three kings and the Golden Horde Royal Court will find something wrong. I'm afraid there will be other variables at that time."
Yuwen Chengxin expressed her understanding, and then she mentioned the prince with the big chin.
"This person has now become a qualified dungeon guard. Due to his good performance, his monthly salary has been increased twice. Now he is earning 800 coins per month."
Jiang Fan was a little funny: "You are really naughty, and it's not like you can't afford it. I've already given you enough stuff, okay?"
Yuwen Cheng pouted inwardly: "Didn't you say you don't raise idle people, especially barbarians from the prairie, with your permission. Sister Gu said that this is conducive to education. I think it's not bad, this guy every At the end of the month, when the money was distributed, I was so happy, but I lost to the jail bosses after only a few days. At the end of the month, I didn’t even have the money to buy wine. I often borrowed money from the wine cellar. You didn’t look at the credit and blushed. It’s so rough, so funny, hehe..."
The dignified prince of the prairie has now turned into a laborer, and even got money for wine on credit. Thinking of this scene, Jiang Fan couldn't help laughing, and the gloom of the three days was swept away.
Jiang Fan, who was in a cheerful mood, couldn't help but tease his good disciple.
"I heard that your senior brother also often buys wine on credit?"
Speaking of his senior brother, Yuwen Chengxin's face turned a little red, but he curled his lips in anger: "The money for military training is not even enough for him to drink. He owes more than 6,000 yuan."
Jiang Fan narrowly blinked his eyes: "Why, you didn't pay back some for him?"
Yuwen Chengxin felt ashamed when his master saw him like this: "I...why should I pay it back for him? Master, you asked me to manage the accounting room. Didn't you say that public and private matters should be separated..."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "You can lend it to him privately, anyway, you two..."
Yuwen Chengxin covered his face with his hands: "No, no, the master is a scoundrel!"
Jiang Fan pulled her hand away, "Tsk tsk... What a pretty girl. What's up with that idiot Meng Yi? Why don't you understand the charm?"
Yuwen Chengxin couldn't stay any longer, so he took off his skirt and ran away.
Jiang Fan shook his head and continued fishing with a smile.
When we talked about Prince Du Lun just now, Jiang Fan thought of the pages from the Wolf's Lair and wondered if he could take a trip to southern Xinjiang while the cold weather had nothing to do. And at this time of year, life in southern Xinjiang should be much better than in the north...
But now he can't leave for the next few days, and he still has to wait for two people. One of them is, of course, Master Tianjizi. He didn't want to miss the battle between his master and his wife. After all... it was related to whether he would be tough in speaking at home in the future...
The next day, Mr. Jiang received a report from Long Si, saying that there was an old Taoist priest who claimed to be his master, but he was wearing shabby clothes and looked like a charlatan...
Jiang Fan was stunned and hurriedly went out to check. Sure enough, what he saw was that fat body and big face.
However, he was stopped at the door by the Dragon Eagle Guard, probably because the old Taoist said he came to see my apprentice.
Long Yi was a little confused at the time and asked you who your apprentice is.
The old Taoist said, "Xiaoyao Wang Jiangfan".
Long Yi and Long Si, who were on duty, were anxious at that time. You shabby old man in rags are so bold. Why didn't you say that you were the grandfather of the Jade Emperor?
Who is the prince? You actually said that he is his master? The prince is a heavenly person, who is worthy of being his master?
After a quarrel, Gu Beiyan was finally alerted. Although she was very suspicious, she still asked Long Si to inform Jiang Fan.
When Jiang Fan hurried out, he was shocked at the first sight: "Master, why are you acting like this?"
Long Yi and Long Si were shocked, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is this your master?"
Jiang Fan smiled: "Yes, he taught me formation... martial arts."
It turned out that this beggar-like old Taoist was really the prince's martial arts master. The two of them slapped themselves a dozen times. Fortunately, Jiang Fan said that those who don't know are not to blame, and quickly invited the old Taoist priest in.
Tianjizi drank two pots of tea in one breath before heaving a sigh of relief.
Jiang Fan then looked him up and down and said, "Master, what are you... doing to end up like this?"
No wonder Jiang Fan was surprised. The old Taoist's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Several strands of his fly whisk were broken. His Taoist robe was in tatters, even his calves were exposed. With this image, no wonder he is considered a liar.
Tianjizi coughed: "Uh... Well, I had an accident..."
"Accident?" Jiang Fan was curious: "Master, it doesn't look like an accident. Did you get into a fight with someone? No, who could make you look like this?"
Tianjizi's old face was a little confused, and he said: "That... was a fight..."
Now Jiang Fan's curiosity aroused even more. He could beat the number one person in the world to a bruised nose, swollen face, and ragged clothes. Who is so awesome?
"I took a trip to Taihua..."
"Taihua?" Jiang Fan was stunned: "Master, why are you going to Taihua?"
Tian Jizi snorted unhappily: "Those old guys from Taihua are targeting my disciple, I have to go and find out what happened."
Jiang Fan was deeply moved at that time: "Master, you always vent your anger on your disciple..."
The pie-faced man shook his head: "No, no, I just want to find out why they are doing it. Is it because you are really a disaster? If that is the case, I have to clean up the division..."
Jiang Fan was speechless.
"...Then, do you have anything to ask?"
Tianjizi snorted and said angrily: "No, the old man with long eyebrows refused to tell me, so I had a fight with him."
