"Sir, if you are short of money, why not ask Mr. Ning what to do?"
Jiang Yang's reminder from the side was not recognized by Jiang Yan. Instead, Jiang Yan gave him a sideways glance.
It's not that Jiang Yan doesn't trust Mr. Ning, on the contrary, he knows that if he opens his mouth, Mr. Ning will definitely support him fully, and maybe even spend his own money to help solve this problem.
but.
Even if he trusts Mr. Ning again, he can't always rely on Mr. Ning to solve his troubles.
He wants to fight side by side with Mr. Ning and stand on a high ground, instead of always being protected and causing trouble for others.
Otherwise, his official position is inappropriate.
It's just that what he is good at is not how to increase the government's income, and it is even more unrealistic to ask those wealthy businessmen to dig into their pockets.
If that doesn't work, we can only reduce the cost of raising horses and soldiers and include them in stationing troops and fields?
Nope either.
I am afraid that the results of the pilot project of stationing troops and farming in the fields will be affected as a result, and the opposition in the court will become even higher.
Just when Jiang Yan was at a loss what to do, a government servant came from the city on a fast horse, waving a letter in his hand.
"Master Magistrate, I have your letter. It's written by Third Young Master Ning! The post station hastened to deliver it."
who?
Jiang Yan couldn't hear clearly for a moment whether he was the third young master Ning or the fifth young master Ning.
Then I thought about it, if it was Mr. Ning, everyone in Jinling City now calls him Mr. or Shixian, and I instantly understood that this was a letter written by Ning Wuyi to him.
"Mr. Ning and the others, judging by their distance, they should have reached Luohe, right?"
Jiang Yan muttered to himself. When the yamen servant stopped, he reached out and took the envelope.
Since it was written by Ning Wuyu, he thought it was just an ordinary letter reporting safety.
Unexpectedly, after opening it and seeing the content above, Jiang Yan's expression changed first, and then he became happy again.
"I am so sleepy that I am sending you a pillow. With this letter, I can go to Brother Su openly and ask the court for money to raise soldiers and horses!"
But this needs to be done quietly.
First investigate the movements of the Japanese, and then stop quietly.
It seems that fifty to one hundred war horses are still relatively few, so I will first make money from my own pocket and then buy a hundred more.
"Jiang He, how much dividends did the clan give me last month?"
"Go back to me, fifty thousand taels."
so much?
Jiang Yan was surprised at first, and then thought about the letter he received from his family last time. His father asked him to prioritize making meritorious deeds and not to worry about other things. He could follow the Ning family's instructions.
Immediately, he understood his father's intention, which was to use the family's money to help him achieve merit and promotion.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan realized how much time he had wasted in the past and how much trust he had betrayed by his father and relatives.
Fortunately, with their support this time, it will be more convenient to do things by myself.
"Jiang He, take out these fifty thousand taels first and use them to purchase military horses. Remember to take back the receipt. If the court is responsible for this expenditure in the future, it can be reimbursed."
"Yes, sir!"
Although Jiang He felt sorry for the money, he felt happy thinking that the master would be happy because of it.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the master muttering to himself or discussing with them.
"I heard that Mr. Ning doesn't plan to open a perfume workshop in the capital. You said that we can take advantage of this opportunity to go to Zhangjiazhuang to get ten thousand bottles of perfume on credit, and then use the connections in the family to transport them to distant places to earn a difference in price. This will raise soldiers and horses. Isn’t the money enough?”
"..."
"..."
Neither Jiang Yang nor Jiang He dared to say this.
Enough is enough.
But the magistrate, who is the head of a state, does reselling in order to make money. It always feels a bit embarrassing when word spreads out.
In particular, the master has no money in his hand, and he plans to go to Zhangjiazhuang to get a loan without capital.
It was Jiang Yang who reminded him: "Sir, ten thousand bottles of perfume, even if it costs thirty thousand taels a bottle, would cost three hundred thousand taels of silver. If Mr. Ning is not here, who would dare to take such a large amount of money on credit?"
"I'll take this token on credit myself."
Jiang Yan took out a token from his arms.
The bronze token has four words written on it - "Ning Wuyu Seal".
Jiang Yang and Jiang He instantly understood their master's intention, which was to take advantage of Third Young Master Ning's trust to get credit.
I don't know if Mr. Ning would regret giving this token to his master if he knew about this.
"Sir, you can make a lot of money by selling perfume. How about... let's use less credit for the first time?"
Ten thousand bottles at a time is like a lion's mouth.
It can be seen that my master has no idea about money.
Jiang Yan thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement.
"Then take 3,000 bottles first, and then double the credit after they are sold."
"..."
"..."
Jiang Yang and Jiang He could not imagine that the master's face had been so thickened by time that he was now invulnerable.
…
Luohe Road, Shang County.
After Zhang Zhida returned to Luohe Road, within two days, his story of slandering Jinling's reputation as a poet and being unable to write a single line of poetry in the competition spread throughout Shang County and beyond.
Especially after many talented people who went together spread the connotation of Ning Shixian that day.
Any student who passes by the gate of Zhang Mansion will spit on this and scold him for being a traitor who cheats his country.
In the study room of Zhang Mansion.
Zhang's father was looking at his son Zhang Zhida with a frown as he frantically wrote a new poem on paper, but couldn't write a complete sentence, so he balled up the paper and threw it into the wastebasket. He didn't know how to advise him.
He knew his son was arrogant, but he didn't expect his son to be so arrogant.
How dare he openly challenge the world-famous Jinling Shixian.
It would be fine if he was sure, but his son was not sure at all, and he didn't know why he was so confused.
"Zhida, my father knows that you must have some hidden agenda when doing this, and he also knows that you want to write that poem about Qiu Feng to shut up those who question whether your reputation as the number one talent in Luohe Road is fake. But what is more important right now is to issue a public apology statement to draw a clear line with the traitor theory."
Zhang's father is a scribe in Shang County.
Although his position is not high, his clan brother is serving as the chief historian of Luohe.
The governor of Luohe Road is equipped with two chief historians, and the other is a close aide brought by the governor himself. The younger brother climbed to the position of chief historian through layers of selection and hard work, and gathered the strength of the entire clan.
Recently, due to the extremely strict supervision of outsiders in Jiangnan Province, the governor of Luohe Province has a good relationship with Nasuri and intends to follow suit.
If at this time, Zhang Zhida’s incident had caused any of his clan members to be implicated, he would be the one to blame!
Snap!
The brush in Zhang Zhida's hand fell heavily on the table, and he glared at his father with red eyes.
"Dad, why should I apologize to Ning Wuyan? The style of his poems is different, and it cannot be written by him alone!"
"Also, can you imagine that some people who have never been to or seen a certain place or scene can write better poems than poets who have been there and experienced it personally? Impossible, this is absolutely not the case possible!"
Seeing that his son was still obsessed with winning or losing with Ning Wuyan, Zhang's father finally lost his patience and overturned the table in front of him.
"That's enough! I don't want to listen to your conjectures. I just want to know how you want to end up with this big disaster! If you don't apologize, what if your clan uncle is demoted? Don't talk about you, Luohe Dao Di." The reputation of a talented scholar cannot be preserved, and it remains to be seen whether you, the Young Master of the Zhang family, can preserve it!"
