"Liu Zhenghui's second son?" Xiao Yu was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, he seemed to be more suitable to serve in the Ministry of Rites or Honglu Temple. Not only did he have a talent for languages, he was also very good at dealing with envoys from various countries in the Western Regions. "I originally wanted to find out where he is and transfer him back to Chang'an to serve as the chief guest doctor."
He would not be surprised if he heard that he was serving in Guazhou or Anxi Protectorate. After all, those places had many opportunities to communicate with other countries in the Western Regions. As a front line for the Ministry of Rites, they could also get some seemingly unimportant information from merchants that could affect many things.
Li Daozong looked at Du Chuke who was pretending to be weak, and said with a smile: "Shan Bin, it's up to you to clear up Mr. Xiao's doubts. This is your fault."
"Alas," Du Chuke glanced at Li Daozong with sad eyes, sighed deeply, and explained helplessly. "This matter is very complicated, so I'll try to be as simple as possible. Liu Xuanxiang did me a favor, and then King Teng found out about it, and he became the governor of Tengzhou."
Xiao Yu: "..."
It's really simple. He seems to have said everything but said nothing at all. He already has five points of his brother's demeanor. Fang Xuanling's original most commonly used catchphrase is that the wine shop is not as good as the dark one. In fact, Fang Xuanling is to Du Ruhui what Xiao He is to Han Xin. His evaluation of him is: smart and knowledgeable, and Wang Zuocai.
"Prince Teng wants to sell cotton cloth to Persian merchants, food merchants and people from Tianzhu." Li Daozong coughed twice and said a little embarrassed. "He said cotton is most suitable for monk robes and has huge market potential in Tianzhu."
Not the son of man, not the son of man! There will be no one more unworthy of a son than King Teng. Buddhism is about to be squeezed into pickles, and he still wants to make money from those pickles. It's so terrifying, so terrifying.
Who dares to let him return to Chang'an? Anyway, as his elder brother, he didn't want him to return to Chang'an at all.
"Have you sold the cotton?" After experiencing the baptism of Xing'an wind and snow, Xiao Yu is no longer a stubborn old man who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, let alone talk about those who go to the countryside to eliminate the poor, and the rich in Guizhou. As for the big merchants, they can earn double the interest on their accumulated savings, and they can win by chance. If men don't work the land and women don't weave silkworms, the farmer's suffering will be lost to the gain of a thousand uncles. Because of its wealth, it has connections with princes, and it is more powerful than the officials, so it is beneficial to each other... Use it when you get it, and throw it away. It depends on how the court adjusts and handles it. If you use it well, it will be a sharp weapon for the country.
King Teng once said that merchants have no boundaries, money, and no country. They should not look at pure gold and silver with a limited and narrow vision. They should make the best use of everything from the perspective of looking up at the vastness of the universe and overlooking the fireworks in the world. Only by collecting the world's goods and gathering the world's wealth can the Tang Dynasty truly realize that goods should be discarded on the ground, and there is no need to hide them in oneself; power should not be used for oneself, and there is no need for oneself. So that the old will have their end, the strong will be useful, the young will be able to grow, and the widowed, widowed, lonely and disabled will all be provided for.
Although Prince Teng only picked up a few sentences, no one could refuse that kind of prosperity.
Du Chuke raised his hand to cover his chest, his eyes became even sadder, he coughed twice, and then he sighed quietly and said: "It's done, not only it's done, but it's also sold to places further away, even further away than Da Qin. It’s called Wusiliguo (Egypt), the price is more expensive than Lingluo, just because King Teng gave it a particularly nice name: Feihua Silk.”
In fact... uh uh uh, it's not just the name that sounds nice. The loom renovated by the Shaofu can weave cotton that is smoother than chicken egg white. What makes them depressed is that such a wonderful idea was not thought of by them!
"..." Xiao Yu decisively turned his gaze to the water in the canal. The water waves were clear and clear. The kerosene boat rowed through the rolling waves like snow. Occasionally, it whistled, startling the cattle and sheep on the shore to raise their heads, and then they were not surprised. The ground continues to eat weeds.
Du Chuke: "..."
Xiao Yu, what is this...what does it mean? ah!
Li Daozong saw Cen Wenwen out of the corner of his eye and hurriedly said, "Jing Ren, is there news from Prince Teng?"
Cen Wenwen: "..."
He just wanted to come out for some air and didn't want to get involved in Du Chuke's surprising journey. It shouldn't be too embarrassing if you turn around and pretend you didn't hear anything.
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"Your Majesty, something big happened in Runzhou, you have to help me!" Cheng Zhijie's loud and loud voice was very penetrating and woke up Li Yuanying who was dozing off.
"..." Li Yuanying rubbed his eyes and raised his hand to stop Chuntao from trying to tie his hair. It was the time of autumn and the crisp air matched Chang Xiang's silky hair. There was no need to worry that none of the three children were biological. Oops... I was in a daze and my mind couldn't move, so I got off topic.
Chuntao put back the jade crown, took out a hair tie, and gently gathered Li Yuanying's hair, letting it hang naturally on her back.
As soon as he straightened his clothes, Cheng Zhijie walked in and said with a tangled face: "Your Majesty, Fahai, the master of Jinshan Temple, seems to have had an epiphany. He used the powerful Tianlong curse you joked about to drive the white python into the river. Some people saw it incarnate. As a dragon, he circled Jinshan Temple three times and flew away in the clouds."
He reached out and touched Cheng Zhijie's forehead. After confirming that he had no fever, Li Yuanying rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Ask Master Huiyuan and Master Xuanzang, have they seen the dragon shadow? Even if it is true. If a white python transforms into a dragon, it should first have the approval of Duke Wei, the envoy of Cao Supervisor."
Fahai...Bianji's research on Buddhist scriptures was a great talent recognized by Tang Sanzang in the original historical line. I originally thought that by placing him in Jinshan Temple, he would be able to avoid the various Buddhist sects and the battles between Buddhism and Taoism. I didn't expect that his luck would be so weird. He escaped from the first grade of junior high school but not from the fifteenth grade. There are always people who want to see him killed. Kill quickly and then quickly.
What hatred or resentment? The four elements of a monk are empty, and everything between them and the world is cut off from cause and effect. The person who took action didn't pay much attention to martial ethics!
He was born in the second year of Wude and became a monk at the age of fifteen. There was no way he could be the posthumous son of a certain Emperor Yang. It was impossible for Yu Wenhua not to implement the strategy of eradicating the roots. Anyway, there is a precedent of Zhao Di regicide in the street. The frivolous young master Yu Wenhua and the regicide by hanging can barely be regarded as a follow-up. Everyone knows Zhao Di's intentions. His son became the founding king of the country. Although his holy nature remains the same as before, although he secretly fights with his ministers for wealth, and although he trains many female animal husbandry experts on his sheep cart trips, after all, the two Jin Dynasties are the 800-year-old dynasty. …
... When a frivolous young man flees, he has to load the palace maid's treasures into a car together. The possibility of leaving a child behind is infinitely close to zero. Bianji's identity is indeed suspicious. He can't be the posthumous son of a frivolous young man, right?
If he was the posthumous son of Yu Wenshiji, why didn't he contact Yu Wenshiji? Besides, Yu Wen Zhaoyi was the favorite in the harem, so it was impossible for Aye to have trouble with a posthumous son.
So, whose child is Bianji?
Cheng Zhijie raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said with a naive smile: "That's right, the pharmacist's second son is also in Runzhou, and Long doesn't dare to show up!"
Li Yuanying: "..."
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