Jiang Yan held the wine bowl in his hand and hesitated whether to send someone to remind Mr. Ning that he would drink wine secretly in the future and not to give it away to others.
The value of this jar of wine is not necessarily lower than the ten thousand taels of silver notes.
But if he is reminded, he may not be able to drink the unique wine in the world.
"Dilemma..."
Jiang Yan took a sip of wine, and the strong liquor entered his throat, making his blood boil.
"Report! General Ning, the injuries of two wounded soldiers have worsened...Eh? Mr. Jiang, why are you here at the garrison?" Yu Zhengrong, the garrison guard, cupped his fists and bowed, looking at the drunken man. Ning Feng looked troubled.
Even though he is just a guard general, he has the control of a thousand soldiers and horses.
But coming from a poor family, it was difficult for him to support his family with just his salary from the court.
He supervised the return of the wounded to Jinling, and there was nothing he could do except mobilize some silver from the garrison.
Thanks to General Ning's help over the years, the wounded soldiers would not be left without a livelihood after returning home. But today, General Ning has spent so much money and sold so much effort.
Yu Zhengrong was in a dilemma.
Wake up General Ning and let the other party spend money.
If you don't wake them up, are you going to watch the two wounded soldiers turn into zombies and fend for themselves?
Jiang Yan was well aware of Yu Zhengrong's difficulties, but in the face of this matter, he had no other help besides using the government's excessive tax and grain balance to subsidize some rice and noodles to the veterans as the new year was approaching.
It’s not that he doesn’t contribute.
Instead, the imperial court emphasized civility and suppressed military force. After the wounded soldiers retreated from the battlefield, most of them were unable to return to the battlefield.
Those cannibalistic Beijing officials will not plan a way out for these worthless wounded soldiers.
As a prefect, what can he do?
"General Yu, I see that old General Ning seems to have relapsed from an old injury. The weather is so bad. Since he is sleeping, I will let him have a good sleep in peace."
Jiang Yan took a sip of strong wine and was about to send the person away.
There were fierce screams outside.
Before he could react, Ning Feng, who was already drunk, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Where are the wounded soldiers! Take them to the city for treatment quickly!"
The military doctors at the garrison can only ensure that people do not die.
If you want to relieve the pain and get a complete set of treatment, you have to go to a private medical clinic in the city and spend a lot of money for recuperation.
Just when everyone thought Ning Feng had sobered up, there was a "pop" and Ning Feng fell onto the table again.
Yu Zhengrong and Jiang Yan looked at each other for a moment. Jiang Yan drank all the liquor in the bowl and stared deeply at Ning Feng's sleeping face for a moment. After that, he capped the remaining liquor and handed it to the guard. inside.
"Jiang Yang, hold me tight."
"Yes, sir."
"Jiang He, pay."
"Is it... sir?"
Although the guard Jiang He was puzzled, he still took out a few banknotes from his arms.
Jiang Yan took off another token from his waist and stuffed it into Yu Zhengrong's hand: "You carry the wounded soldiers to the city for treatment, and then go to the government office to find Chen Zhaomo's carriage for my trip, as well as Borrow the ox carts used by the treasury to transport grain so that we can transport the wounded soldiers tomorrow."
In addition to the fifty cavalrymen at the Jinling Garrison, there are countless horses for daily use, not to mention oxcarts. The grain and grass are directly distributed by the government office.
Therefore, in order to be able to transport food around the clock, the ox carts of Jinling Prefecture were covered with oilcloth, not to mention the carriages used by the prefect for ceremonial travel.
It's just a secondment. If the fee is paid out of the government office, special approval from the governor is required. If it is paid out privately, Yu Zhengrong has never seen any prefect who would spend this money for a few soldiers.
Especially Jiang Yan, the prefect of Duanshui who is famous for "doing nothing wrong and not doing too much".
"Is there something I didn't explain clearly?" Jiang Yan said in a slightly stunned tone when he saw Yu Zhengrong was stunned on the spot.
It's rare for him to be generous. If Yu Zhengrong doesn't act again, don't blame him for regretting it.
"Understood! Understood! I will do as I am told!"
Yu Zhengrong just thought that Jiang Yan was drunk. He glanced at the guard who was paying and saw that there was no resistance. He took the banknote and token and ran as fast as if there was a wolf chasing behind him.
"Look at him, he looks like I'm going to regret it!"
Jiang Yan laughed angrily at Yu Zhengrong's thief-like behavior, glanced at the wine that he had sealed in the jar, and walked out.
"Sir, it's raining outside."
"I know, so I went out and let the wounded soldiers come in to take shelter from the rain first, and then I carried General Ning to the bed. What's the point of sleeping on the table?"
Jiang Yan opened the curtain and walked out with a bad tone, not knowing who he was angry with.
Jiang Yang and Jiang He looked at each other with complicated expressions, a little worried and a little happy.
So many years.
Finally, the master no longer continues to live his life in despair and drinking!
It's just that the first thing the master did when he got serious was to solve a problem that was costly and thankless.
"Brother Yang, I feel like I won't be able to eat roast duck anymore. Our master will soon have the same hard life as General Ning."
"The Jiang family has a strong foundation and won't miss your roast duck. Hurry and carry General Ning to the bed."
As soon as Jiang Yang finished speaking, Jiang Yan left and returned.
"master?"
"Shh..."
Jiang Yan put his finger to his mouth in a silent gesture, walked to the bed, reached into Ning Feng's arms, and took out the banknote.
"..."
"..."
When Jiang Yang and Jiang He saw this scene, they were so shocked that they could fit a whole roast duck in their mouths.
Jiang Yan saw this and glared at them: "I'm not a thief, it's because the money you brought is not enough. Those two wounded soldiers need ginseng to survive."
Jiang Yang glanced at Jiang He ashamedly, his mouth feeling bitter.
He had a premonition that, let alone roast duck, his favorite steamed buns might have to be replaced by steamed buns in the future.
But seeing that the old man was full of energy and seemed to be several years younger, Jiang Yang felt that eating cornbread was not unacceptable.
When people live, they just want to have a clear conscience.
Enjoy it when you should enjoy it, and tighten your belt when you can't.
It is better than fattening your body and having your conscience eaten by dogs.
…
This continuous drizzle that just entered June did not stop for two days and two nights.
Ning Wuyang stayed at Zhuangzi and was not idle.
Taking advantage of the rainy farm break, I inquired with the farmers in the village about the surrounding topography, as well as which village had experienced flower growers, and which aunt could be entrusted to dig out the wall.
When he wasn't inquiring about information, he used local materials, went to the paddy fields to pick up some fish and shrimp, and made several sumptuous meals.
Let Shen Youchu and Cheng Yi, who stayed with him at the farm and were so bored that they could only play in the mud, eat well and avoid sulking.
When he went to bed at night, he did not forget to place the specially prepared supper under the eaves in front of the door as a reward to the girl who guarded the door for him at night.
When the weather cleared up on the third day, Ning Wuhuang received a letter from his second aunt.
Only then did he realize how profitable it was to open a medical clinic.
"Did you ask Jiang Yan to help deliver the wine? Then Master Jiang, who loves wine, should know that you can have unlimited refills of the steamed wine in the shop."
Ning Wuhuang had known about the existence of distilled liquor in Jiang Yan, and had not found a perfume shop to ask him about the brewing method. He knew that Mr. Jiang's behavior was indeed as good as the rumors said, and he did not care about his own career development.
I don’t know if Jiang Yan will come to him this time because he has a new understanding of distilled liquor.
If Jiang Yan wasn't interested in the secret recipe for distilled liquor, he could only ask Xu Jidao to help him find a favor.
The Ye family, which has been keeping an eye on the secret recipe of perfume, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The matter of distilled liquor cannot be hidden for too long.
"Every man is innocent of the crime of harboring a treasure. Since the recipe for distilling liquor will be handed over to the public sooner or later, it must be allowed to exert some energy."
