Sorry grandpa!
Sorry, Princess Xian!
I'll faint first.
When Ning Wuyang closed his eyes and lay back, he didn't forget to reach out and grab Yunfei.
To prevent yourself from actually falling to the ground and damaging your brain.
At this moment, Zhou Jingxian, who had been paying attention to his situation, quickly took him into her arms.
Boom.
Ning Wuyang felt like he was falling into a soft embrace.
But he couldn't stand up again and fall down again.
She could only continue to lie down, leaning on Zhou Jingxian's arms and shoulders. She didn't know whether the nerves that had been tense for many days suddenly relaxed, or whether the injury on her arm and the struggle to survive in the fire had caused her body to be overburdened.
Ning Wuhao, who originally planned to pretend to be faint, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Zhou Jingxian originally thought that Ning Wuchang just couldn't stand upright for a moment, and thought that he could stand up by leaning on him.
But after waiting for a while, he still didn't see Ning Wuyao standing firm. He turned his head and saw that Ning Wuyao's eyes were closed tightly and he fell into a "coma", and he was suddenly shocked.
"Mr. Ning? Mr. Ning, wake up! Mr. Ning, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing her cry, Ning Feng quickly got off his horse, pulled Ning Wuchang into his arms, and breathed.
When he found that his grandson was still breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yun Fei, who was standing next to him with a look of astonishment on his face.
"What are you doing standing still? Quickly help my dear grandson get on the horse."
Ning Feng raised Ning Wuyan's left arm and saw the oozing blood dripping onto the ground. He wished he could pull out the man behind the archery who had been burned to death and whip the corpse again.
But the most important thing right now is to let the good grandson wake up first.
When Zhou Jingxian saw that Ning Feng was about to ride a horse and take people there, she quickly stopped him.
"Colonel Ning, Mr. Ning can't bear the bumps, so why not take a carriage?"
"But won't Princess Xian sit in this carriage?"
Ning Feng asked quickly.
"Among all the people present, you are the only one who knows the importance of tobacco seeds. Now Wu Hao is seriously injured and cannot rush. And if the tobacco seeds are delayed in arriving at Jing'an City, there will be more risks. Princess Xian, don't worry, Wu Hao is My grandson, I will never let anything happen to him."
Zhou Jingxian smiled helplessly when she saw that Ning Feng was still thinking about the tobacco seeds.
She knew the importance of tobacco seeds.
But she didn't know the inside story about tobacco seeds.
"College Officer Ning, regarding the disposal of tobacco seeds, we should wait until Mr. Ning wakes up to make arrangements."
After Zhou Jingxian decided to enter the city, she first wrote a memorial and reported everything she had just encountered to Grandpa Huang in detail.
Now, since Mr. Ning is injured, he can no longer go to the capital.
She was the only one who could kill first and then run away.
She wanted to see with her own eyes whether Uncle Jin Wang would risk the great rejuvenation of the country for the sake of Zhou An's life and death.
…
Jing'an City, the Palace of the Prince of Jin.
After dinner, King Jin checked the accounts submitted by the two county fiefdoms for the first half of the year, and said with satisfaction to the two stewards in charge: "You are very hardworking in your work. Not only must you continue to maintain it, now is an important moment. We also need to find ways to increase revenue.”
Ye's downfall and Su Rui's investigation into the collusion between Jiangnan Province officials and businessmen caused him to lose all the financial support of Jiangnan Province.
The change in his father's attitude towards him these days made him dare not vigorously expand the power of other Taoist houses, and he could only focus on the fiefdom under his own name.
It was the first time that the two stewards shouldered such a huge responsibility. After looking at each other, the old man who was over fifty years old finally took a step forward.
"Your Majesty, the emerging profitable business in the North is to transport perfume from the south of the Yangtze River and resell it. You can earn one hundred taels to two hundred taels of silver from one bottle. That's it, it still has a price but no market."
Sell perfume?
When King Jin heard the word "perfume", he frowned and looked unhappy.
Although the Ning family did not join Lao Shi4, they missed the opportunity to win over the Ning family because of Zhou An's mistakes.
Ning Wuhuang even found a good way to make ice for the saltpeter mine that Old Fourteen couldn't sell. If things went wrong, Old Fourteen's fiefdom tax this year might be as high as his.
"Money matters, can this perfume really be so profitable?"
King Jin thought of reselling perfume, which was tantamount to giving money to Ning Wuyao, but he felt resentful and repelled in his heart.
The elder Qian was in charge and had been serving King Jin since he was a child. How could he not guess what King Jin was thinking? He replied with a wry smile: "If it wasn't a profitable business, how could everyone be scrambling to do it? And not everyone is interested in perfume." Those who can buy and resell, the Ning Family Perfume Shop has a limited purchase, and so far only 30,000 bottles have been sold, which are not enough for the dignitaries in Jinling, and only about 5,000 bottles have been circulated to the capital."
Five thousand bottles are even more insufficient for the dignitaries in the capital.
King Jin finally understood why he bought the perfume for fifty taels and could earn one or two hundred taels by flipping it.
Since ancient times, rare things have become more valuable.
In other words, there is a huge gap in perfume sales in Beijing.
"This business can indeed be done. I will ask the shops in Jiangnan to seize the pre-orders for the next batch of Ningjia perfume, and I can double the price of the perfume."
Since King Jin has decided to do it.
Naturally, I don’t intend to leave this way of making money to others.
"Your Majesty is wise."
Although Manager Qian felt that it would be easy to offend some local gangsters in this way, it was really uncomfortable to see the wealthy people not putting it in their own pockets.
Because of his carelessness, his prince lost his way of making money by steaming wine, so he could only make up for it by reselling perfume.
King Jin still felt a little aggrieved when he thought that the purchasing channels were controlled by the Ning family.
Hearing the praise from his subordinates, he waved his hand impatiently.
When the two stewards who reported the accounts retired, a personal guard walked up quickly with a letter.
"Your Majesty, this letter from Jiangnan Road is the inn that I am traveling to."
"A letter from Jiangnan Road?"
King Jin immediately thought of Zhou An.
However, Zhou An usually uses his own fast horse to deliver letters. If he takes a shortcut from Jiangnan Road to Guannai Road, he can reach Beijing in three days at the fastest and five days at the slowest.
If you go to an ordinary inn, it means that this letter was written seven days ago and it is not an urgent matter.
King Jin had some grudges against his son who was headstrong and made mistakes in his judgment regarding the Ning family. He thought that his father wanted to call Zhou An back to the capital. According to his father's love for Zhou An, he might find someone in Guannei Road. A small county town was used as a fiefdom to tie up Zhou An.
As a result, he lost an arm to win over the officials and gentry of various provinces. He became inexplicably irritable and even more impatient.
"Put it down and ask the kitchen to prepare a bowl of iced drink."
Ever since the news of saltpeter ice making spread, the price of ice has dropped from the previous level.
King Jin now enjoys a bowl of ice drink every day to get rid of the anger in his heart.
A bowl of ice drink.
Prince Jin felt refreshed all over. He glanced at the unhurried letter from home on the table and reached out to take it over.
"An'er, An'er, if you have time to write a letter home to please me, why not come back to the capital before your grandpa Huang calls you to win over a few more wealthy businessmen for your father to make up for the losses of the Ye family."
While talking.
King Jin opened the envelope and took out the only piece of paper inside.
Just one?
When the King of Jin thought of Zhou An's character, he would deliberately write a stack of letters home in a sensational way, telling about the difficulties he faced in planning for the palace. Unexpectedly, there was only one piece of paper.
"What on earth did this boy write?"
Prince Jin curiously opened the folded letter. When he saw the two lines on it, his pupils shrank suddenly and he stood up suddenly. His sleeve knocked over the glass bowl containing the ice drink and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. .
