Just when Huangfutai was stunned.
Zhang San's figure slowly appeared in front of Huangfutai.
Looking at Huangfutai who was still a little dazed.
Zhang San smiled and took out six large ingots of precious silver from his sleeves and handed them to Huangfutai: "This is the news money my young master gave you. By the way, you paid for the tea you gave me and my young master before."
"This...this...isn't necessary."
Huangfutai looked at the six large ingots of silver handed over by Zhang San, no more, no less than just sixty taels. For a moment, he stood there at a loss.
What does it mean?
Is it because he talks too much?
Or does it mean something else?
Thinking of this, Huangfutai felt inexplicably nervous.
Seeing this, Zhang San grinned and said: "Brother, there is no need to be nervous. My young master has no ill intentions towards me. I just want to tell you that your news is very useful to my young master."
"Very useful?"
Hearing Zhang San's words, Huangfutai was startled again, and then he couldn't help but look at Zhang San again.
Zhang San looked at Huangfu Tai with a smile and said: "There are some things that don't need to be said. It's good for you to know, but it's only good for you to know."
As soon as these words came out, Huangfutai's expression became condensed again.
The first half of this sentence is meant to appease, but the second half clearly has a hint of warning.
The intention was to warn Huangfutai that today's events must not be leaked to outsiders.
But what can't be leaked to outsiders?
Thinking of this, Huangfutai's eyes suddenly lit up, but he soon said seriously: "Brother Yan... please rest assured, I will never leak what happened today. Only God knows about this matter, you know me Brother Zhizu knows!"
After saying that, as if he was afraid that Zhang San was about to leave, Huangfutai hurriedly said: "Excuse me, brother, tell me that clan brother, as long as the clan brother likes it, I am willing to mobilize the clan members to collect grain in various places in Daqian, and at the same time, I am willing to use It’s lower than the market price, and I sold it to my clan brother for fifty cents per stone.”
Before Zhang San could speak, Huangfutai added: "Of course the market price I mentioned refers to the current market price, not the future market price."
Upon hearing this, Zhang San glanced at Huangfutai meaningfully: "You know how to do business."
After saying that, he turned around and walked downstairs.
Seeing Zhang San's leaving figure, Huangfutai suddenly became extremely excited.
However, he clenched his hands tightly and tried hard not to lose his temper with excitement.
Ninth Prince!
The great Ninth Prince!
His clan brother is really the Ninth Prince of Daqian!
Another half a while passed.
Seeing Zhao Ding and Zhang San disappear completely outside Qinghefang, Huangfutai picked up his trousers and walked downstairs in a hurry.
After leaving Qinghefang, he quickly got on his carriage.
Seeing Huangfutai walk out of Qinghefang in a hurry, the housekeeper who was responsible for serving Huangfutai was also stunned.
Immediately, he heard Huangfutai shouting in a trembling voice: "Uncle Liu, send a letter to your hometown in Yanzhou immediately and ask someone to bring money out to collect grain. No matter how much it is, my Huangfutai family will take it!"
…
"Your Majesty, I have spoken to Huangfutai about what you told me."
At the same time, outside Qinghefang, inside a carriage.
Zhao Ding and Zhang San sat opposite each other.
"How did he say?"
Zhao Ding asked casually.
"I guess this guy has guessed your identity, Your Majesty."
Zhang San grinned.
"You can guess it. Anyway, it's the same one day in the morning and one day in the evening."
Zhao Ding said nonchalantly.
Huangfutai is not a simple person. He can guess his identity from some clues, and naturally he will guess it after some time. Instead of doing this, it is better to take the initiative to inform him, and it can be used by him.
Zhang San looked at Zhao Ding suspiciously: "My lord, you don't really want to cooperate with this Huangfutai, do you?"
"Why not?"
Zhao Ding asked back, "This is Yingtian, not Youzhou. Wouldn't it be good for us to find someone to help us handle things on our own? Besides, those wealthy families have already made it clear that they want to make things difficult for me, so it should be the same if I support my own power." It makes sense.”
Zhao Ding said nonchalantly.
Now those aristocratic families, headed by the Zhou family and the Ye family, are either hoarding food and waiting for the floods to break out and create a wave of national wealth.
Or he is preparing to hold these grains so that Zhao Ding will be unable to get off the tiger when the time comes.
After all, in addition to controlling floods, the most important thing in disaster relief is to have enough food to feed the victims.
Without food, anything you say is nonsense.
But there is one good thing.
That is, when Zhao Ding came out today, he not only got the news he wanted, but he also learned the news from Huangfutai's mouth.
This way.
He, Zhao Ding, can make two preparations.
At that time, he wanted to see how many monsters and monsters this flood could bring out.
Think of this.
Zhao Ding also ordered Zhang San: "After you return, you immediately ask someone to send a message back to Youzhou and ask Hu San to find someone to go to Beiliang to buy grain. Remember not to make too much noise. All the grain collected is stored in Inside Youzhou City, we are waiting for my notification from the prince."
In this situation, he had to make two preparations.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhang San nodded subconsciously, but soon he was stunned and looked at Zhao Ding in surprise: "Your Majesty, aren't we going back to the palace?"
"Go back to what palace?"
Zhao Ding glanced sideways at Zhang San, and then said with cold eyes: "Your Majesty, I will bring someone with me."
"Find someone?"
Zhang San was startled when he heard this.
…
"Madam, you were wrong when you said in the past that we would not get involved in the affairs of those aristocratic families."
Shortly after Zhao Ding left.
Qinghefang, third floor, in the study room. ,
Xue Xue sat quietly in front of the window.
In front of him was the song "Qinghefang Presents Two Blossoming Snow Books" that Zhao Ding had asked Zhang San to write on his behalf. 》
He read these seven sentences repeatedly while mumbling to himself.
"Speaking of it, it's actually nothing."
Xianxue put down the rice paper in her hand, raised her head and looked out the window and said calmly.
"Madam, do you mean that Mr. Huangfu's background is not simple?"
The eldest girl looked startled, with a trace of suspicion on her pretty face, and looked at Lady Shuyu.
"It doesn't matter how simple it is, it doesn't matter if it's not simple. You and I are just a wisp of duckweed in this vast ocean. Since people want to know, just tell them. Maybe there will be different gains?"
Xue Xue let out a long sigh.
It seemed that he was a little tired after doing it for a long time. He stood up and stretched lazily, revealing his plump and manageable waist.
But those eyes, which were like autumn water, were looking downstairs intentionally or unintentionally.
Look at the carriage speeding away in Yingtian City.
My dear husband, don't let me down.
Xue Xue Yingying smiled, but soon her face returned to its calm expression. She yawned lazily and told the maid next to her: "Cui Luo, go talk to your mother and tell her that today I'm tired and don't want to take any more customers."
