Song Huan walked to the table, wrote down a few lines, and handed it to Liu Qing.
"Follow the requirements above and find these raw materials for me."
"And this boiler must be manufactured strictly in accordance with my king's standards!"
"As for the silver, just ask Cuimei for it."
Liu Qing took a closer look, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.
"Sand... ore... copper..."
"These are not particularly rare things."
"Your Highness, how should we build this cylindrical kiln?"
Liu Qing was confused for a moment.
Song Huan patiently drew a rough shape on the paper and handed it to Liu Qing.
"That's it!"
Looking at the drawings drawn by Song Huan, Liu Qing suddenly realized.
"I see, I understand!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will gather them all for Your Highness within five days!"
Liu Qing has been following Song Huan for a long time, and he has long understood Song Huan's temperament of never following the routine.
Some of the views and ideas he put forward were fundamentally different from those of ordinary people.
When it comes to his instructions, you never need to ask questions, you just need to follow them!
Song Huan nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."
"By the way, have you understood clearly what I asked you to inquire about two days ago?"
When it came to business, Liu Qing suddenly slapped his head.
"Oh, Your Highness! Look at my memory!"
"I almost forgot about serious things!"
"I have already made it clear to you that the tea merchant with the best quality tea in Daliang is named Shen Wanshan, and he lives not far from your palace."
"The Shen family owns dozens of tea mountains in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and their Longjing is one of the best in the entire Daliang!"
“No one can compare to it!”
Very good, what Song Huan wants is a tea merchant with such a reputation.
"Yes, you go with me immediately!"
"Tianlin, are you going?"
Cheng Tianlin had always been only interested in leading troops to fight, and couldn't muster the energy to do anything else.
After listening to Song Huan and Liu Qing's discussion for a long time, Cheng Tianlin already felt a little boring and his eyelids started to tremble.
"No no no!"
"Brother, I won't go!"
"I still have to go home and see my father and mother!"
Cheng Tianlin couldn't help but shudder at the thought of facing his sister, Cheng Susu, that tigress after returning home.
Seeing that Cheng Tianlin wanted to go home, Song Huan took Liu Qing with him and headed towards the Shen family not far from the palace.
Song Huan traveled in a low-key manner. Except for Liu Qing, he did not bring any maids or eunuchs with him.
After all, I went to the Shen family to discuss cooperation, not to seek official status!
It is better to be more low-key to appear more approachable.
The carriage drove out of Prince Rong's Mansion. After walking a few streets, he saw the low-key and luxurious Shen Mansion standing in the middle of the street.
However, what is different from the mansions of ordinary wealthy businessmen is that the high lintel of the Shen family is actually wrapped with several layers of white cloth.
This is something wrong at home!
Although Song Huan felt that it was inappropriate to discuss business with the Shen family at such a juncture.
But when I thought about it, it was only ten days before Xia Guo came to court, and many preparations were not completed yet.
If the bet with Emperor Liang cannot be completed by then, wouldn't his idea of using the school district housing to make money be shattered?
Thinking of this, Song Huan could only bite the bullet and let Liu Qing knock on the door of Shen's mansion.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong..."
Liu Qing knocked for a long time, but the door remained motionless and no one came to answer.
"anyone there?"
"Come and open the door——"
Liu Qing shouted again at the top of his lungs, but the door of Shen's mansion was still tightly closed, and there was no movement from inside.
Liu Qing quickly looked at Song Huan.
"Damn it! Your Highness, this huge Shen Mansion only has a white door hanging on it. There is no movement at all inside, and no one answered when I called the door!"
"Could it be..."
Thinking of the terrifying haunted house that the storyteller once described, Liu Qing suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Huan rolled his eyes at Liu Qing, "The funeral must have been held behind closed doors, so no one came to answer the door."
Liu Qing reached out and wiped the cold sweat: "Then, Your Highness, what should we do now?"
"Of course we have to find a way to open the door!" Song Huan shrugged.
"Oh..." Liu Qing nodded thoughtfully, "Your Highness, how do you open the door?"
"..." Song Huan was speechless.
"Of course I kicked him!"
"Kick, kick, kick... the door?"
Liu Qing became a little stuttering.
It's not like he hasn't kicked down the door before.
But a door as eerie as this...
Seeing Song Huanzheng staring at him, Liu Qing had no choice but to grit his teeth and kick towards the unmoving door.
"boom--"
The door opened in response, but strangely, such a big movement did not attract a servant of the Shen Mansion to come out!
"this……"
Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Liu Qing became even more frightened.
"Your Highness, why don't we leave?"
"Although the Shen family is the leading tea merchant in Daliang, it's not like we can't find a more suitable candidate..."
Liu Qing shrank his head and didn't dare to walk in. He just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.
However, Song Huan seemed not to hear him and ignored Liu Qing and walked straight inside.
The Shen family looked clean and tidy. Everyone was obviously gathered somewhere, so they didn't hear the movement at the door.
But it stands to reason that as the largest tea merchant in Daliang, the Shen family should have made friends with many businessmen.
Something happened in their family, why didn't anyone come to pay homage?
With all kinds of doubts, Song Huan walked inside Shen's mansion and looked around.
Finally, in the deepest part of Shen Mansion, Song Huan saw a mourning hall from a distance.
Outside the mourning hall, a group of domestic slaves knelt down neatly, but inside the mourning hall was extremely noisy and lively.
Song Huan listened for a long time and then understood——
The people in the mourning hall were not mourning, but they were quarreling over something!
Song Huan was a little embarrassed. Although he was a prince, he was still a little offended by breaking into other people's family affairs.
It seems that Liu Qing is right, coming here today is indeed a bit inappropriate!
Song Huan just wanted to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly he was seen by the people in the mourning hall.
"who?"
"Don't you know that today is the big day for my funeral in Shen Mansion?"
"I told you to refuse some visitors today, but who let this person in?"
"Break into private houses! Take him to Dali Temple!"
"..."
In the blink of an eye, a group of domestic slaves dressed in white mourning clothes had surrounded him.
A fat middle-aged man of about forty walked out of the mourning hall. He seemed to be the head of the Shen family, and his behavior was very arrogant.
He looked at Song Huan with disgust, and immediately greeted the slave: "Take it!"
