The fundamental reason is that they don’t have northern Xinjiang mutton, and they don’t have enough grassland to graze sheep.
If in the past, everything was about making a small amount of money, and a single serving of mutton was about making a lot of money, opening a store is about maximizing the overall profit, and even forming a new Fengjing signature.
This is the last step Zheng Ruqian said.
The difficulties and obstacles from one to a hundred liang, the gradual familiarity from a hundred liang to a hundred liang, and finally the ease between a thousand liang and a thousand liang.
As the temperature in Fengjing reaches its peak, the brothers and sisters' wallets are richer than ever.
"Little tiger at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the weather is so hot. Is it going to be autumn?" Jiang Sheng looked up from the pile of ledgers, his dark eyes unfocused.
Zheng Ruqian stretched out his hand and patted the back of her head, and his vision gradually became clearer.
"Second brother." Jiang Sheng shouted angrily.
"I'm helping you." Zheng Ruqian shrank back and hid behind Xu Mo.
The weather was too hot, so the Hanlin Academy thoughtfully offered a relaxing break and even distributed ice subsidies.
Otherwise, it is better to work for the country. If others take a break, they will not make any money. He can still take a break while making money.
"Okay, stop making trouble." Xu Mo put down the pen and paper, "I wrote a reply to the third child, do you want to listen to it?"
The brother and sister, who had been glaring at each other just now, nodded in unison.
"Third brother, it's like seeing you in person. The message I sent has been received. I'm very happy to hear that you have won many battles. I learned that you have been promoted from Chief Qian to General of Military Strategy. Speaking of which, eldest brother still needs to salute you. It’s a blessing.”
"What General Jiang said is true. Promotion in the military is difficult. I hope you can let go of your worries, accept help from relatives and friends, use your own ability to help the people, and contribute to world peace."
"Fang Yuan was sentenced to beheading due to fraud in the imperial examination. The dust may have settled by the time you received the news, but this is not the end of the matter, nor can it be determined by the naked eye."
"Time should be running out, for you, for me, and for fifth brother."
Time is running out, this is a sign.
It is a long journey from Fengjing to Northern Xinjiang, and I hope that the letters will bring unexpected gains.
Xu Mo folded the paper, carefully put it into the envelope, and sealed it with wax.
Zheng Ruqian took it without hesitation. He didn't even need to ask the merchants on the parade to carry it with him. He just asked the people who went to Shang County to transport sheep to take it and handed it over to the long-time workers in Anshui County who used to deliver the meat.
"What are we going to do next, brother?" Jiang Sheng asked sharply.
Xu Mo turned around and said, "Waiting for beheading."
As tigers swarmed in autumn, the imperial examination fraud case that had been put on hold for half a year passed the review and was executed at Caishikou on August 8.
As soon as the news came out, the entire Fengjing was shaken.
There are prisoners on death row every year, but this year's ones are particularly distinguished.
The legitimate son of a dignified family and the most prominent person in Fengjing was standing in the prison car with his hands shackled and disheveled.
The literati students, who were still furious, found rotten vegetable leaves and eggs from nowhere, and were smashing them with all their strength.
The good thing is that it looks very lively.
The disadvantage is that it is easy to hurt innocent people.
After dodging rotten vegetable leaves flying in the sky for the fourth time, Jiang Sheng decided to stand behind Zheng Ruqian, "Brother, is the person in the prison car really Fang Yuan?"
Xu Mo looked away steadily, "Yes, and no."
According to the previous analysis, Fang Yuan would not just surrender and would definitely rack his brains to escape.
But prisoners need to be inspected before execution. With so many eyes watching, it is extremely easy to find flaws.
Xu Mo was not omnipotent, nor did he know how to escape from the cicada's shell before execution. He only knew that no matter whether the prisoner in front of him was Fang Yuan or not, neither was the one who died.
The brother and sister moved lightly and followed the people of Fengjing to the entrance of the market.
Fengtian Prefecture Yin had already set up the case table and knife. After checking the prisoner's identity, the executioner pushed him under the main entrance of the market and waited for the official beheading at a quarter past noon.
No one came from the Fang family, only Mrs. Zhu came over crying and was supported by Wang Yuyao with red eyes.
Some people scolded the Fang family for being cold-blooded, while others understood the family's desire to protect themselves.
But in any case, in the face of family affection, the father seems to be much inferior to the mother.
"It's noon." Someone muttered.
Fengtianfu Yin took out the Supervisory Slash Card and threw it to the ground, "Kill!"
At noon, the soul returns to its destiny.
Mrs. Zhu cried until she collapsed, and several maids and women could not help her up.
The executioner raised his long knife high, and the sharp blade reflected the dazzling sunlight, blinding everyone's eyes in an instant.
Sooner or later, as the white light slashed, the ragged head rolled down, with eyes wide open and a confused expression.
Zhu shouted "My son..." and lost her voice.
The unbearable people turned their heads, and even Jiang Sheng's eyes were covered by a pair of big hands.
"No, no." She opened her hands, "I'm not afraid."
Fang Yuan had hurt so many innocent students, and the Fang family had bullied countless knife-catchers. Even if they died, they would still be unjust.
Not only was she not afraid, she also opened her eyes wide and watched as the head rolled three times on the ground before a column of blood burst out from the empty neck.
High surge, dripping.
It seems to comfort the tireless poor students, and it also seems to warn all opportunists.
Xu Mo sighed, whether it was for the high-spirited Mr. Fang back then or for the subsequent changes in the court.
In the past six months, there have been frequent conflicts between the He family and the Jiang family and the Dou family, and they almost even started fighting in the court.
The He family alone could not make trouble with the Jiangdou family, but with the help of the Ju family in the early stage, the Jiangdou family had their own rifts in the later period, and now they have gradually formed a three-legged alliance.
If you count the Fang family, they should be four-legged.
The He family is the weakest among them, but has the most arrogant attitude. They don't give face to anyone and just go on a rampage.
Everyone just thought that the old father was mad because of his son's habit of cutting sleeves, and did not realize that the danger was coming quietly.
Three days.
Those who commit the crime of beheading can only collect the body after three days.
Xu Mo didn't know how Fang Yuan escaped and ascended to heaven, and he couldn't spy on him, so he could only take the stupidest but most direct method-check the body.
Zheng Ruqian hired Fengjing's most powerful puppeteer at a high price, pretended to be a blind man and fell down while passing by, and hit his head while groping, and he found the key to the problem.
This man's skeletal age is close to that of Fang Yuan, but he is not Fang Yuan. Instead, he is covered with a man-made mask, which outlines his facial features to be similar to Fang Yuan's, and his unkempt face makes it difficult to tell.
Or perhaps the executioner responsible for the identification was bribed to deliberately confuse the true with the false.
No matter what it was, it was enough that the person who died was not Fang Yuan.
Xu Mo's eyes were all wet. After the Fang family restrained themselves and buried the body, they wrote a memorial letter and Jiang Jizong stated it on the spot in the Jinluan Hall.
"To report to the Emperor, I accidentally discovered that the young master of the Fang family pretended to be a prisoner on death row, and Jin Chan escaped from his shell. This move is tantamount to defying the emperor's authority and provoking students all over the world. I am begging the emperor to uphold the authority of the emperor and restore justice to the scholars... …”
