The two entered the lobby, and Uncle Fu immediately handed over a towel.
After taking the towel and wiping his face, he picked up the herbal tea on the table and took a sip. Chang Zhixian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Han Zhen said: "It's almost the end of the month. Once Zhu Yuanwai and Gu Song come back, you can get your share."
Hearing this, Chang Zhixian's eyes lit up and he asked, "How many can there be?"
Han Zhen made a little calculation in his mind and replied: "I guess there will be 80,000 guan."
"Great kindness."
Chang Zhixian stroked his beard and chuckled.
Today's life is exactly the same as his ideal.
The book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house.
He can earn tens of thousands of dollars every month while lying down, and he can also display his ambitions, work diligently and love the people.
Fame and fortune are all wanted.
Spiritual and material, dual satisfaction.
After taking another sip of herbal tea, Chang Zhixian suddenly thought of something and asked curiously: "By the way, hasn't Zhao Ting been looking for you recently?"
"No."
Han Zhen shook his head.
Chang Zhixian gently twirled his beard and said with a slightly strange expression: "Hey, it's really strange."
Not to mention him, Han Zhen also found it strange and added: "Not only did this guy not contact me, but according to the news from the spies in the county, Zhao Ting has been living in seclusion during this period and has never taken advantage of the levy. Make money.”
Judging from Zhao Ting's performance in reselling ordnance some time ago, this shouldn't be the case, so the two of them found it strange.
"When something goes out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy."
Chang Zhixian said seriously: "Based on my understanding of this person, he must be planning something big."
While the two were talking, a clerk hurriedly walked into the lobby.
Han Zhen asked: "What's the matter?"
"County magistrate, the county government has sent some bottles of new wine."
Zaoli said, bowing and offering the package with both hands.
New wine sent from the government office?
Han Zhen and Chang Zhixian looked at each other and saw something strange in each other's eyes.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was called Duanzheng Month in the Tang Dynasty, and was renamed Mid-Autumn Festival in the Song Dynasty.
People in the Song Dynasty attached great importance to this festival. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, they would enjoy the moon and laurels, watch the tide and play, which was very lively.
Although there are no moon cakes, there is a custom similar to eating moon cakes, which is tasting new wine.
There is a record in "Tokyo Menghualu": before the Mid-Autumn Festival, all shops sell new wine, re-tie the colorful flower heads on the facade, and paint poles to drunken immortals and brocade. People in the city competed for a drink, and at noon, every family had no wine, so they dragged down their aunties.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, even poor people will save some money in advance and go to foot shops or street dens to drink a glass of new wine and get lucky.
Literati often gave each other new wine to show their affection.
Chang Zhixian shook his head and said with a smile: "This new wine is given before the festival. New wine is given after the festival. This is the first time I have seen you."
The key point is that almost ten days have passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Sending new wine at this time is somewhat intriguing.
Han Zhen took the package and waved his hand, signaling Zaoli to leave.
Unwrapping the package, there was an exquisite wooden box inside. Opening the lid of the wooden box, two cans of sealed fruit wine came into view.
Taking out the fruit wine, Han Zhen gently tapped his fingers along the wooden box.
Boom!
Sure enough, when I hit the bottom of the wooden box, there was a dull sound immediately.
Finding a dagger, Han Zhen carefully pried open the bottom board.
I saw a folded letter in the mezzanine at the bottom of the wooden box.
The two looked at each other again, and Han Zhen checked the paint before opening the letter.
As he looked at it, his expression became strange.
Changzhi County on the side saw this and couldn't help but ask: "What is the content of the letter?"
"You're right, Zhao Ting is really holding back his bad intentions and is ready to do something big." Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and handed the letter over.
After receiving the letter, Chang Zhixian glanced at it quickly, took a breath of cold air, and said in disbelief: "This Zhao Ting... is really crazy about money! Isn't he afraid that he will take over Yidu County?"
The armed guards were sent out of the city to quell the rebellion, and then the city gate was secretly opened, allowing Han Zhen to pretend to be a daredevil and rush into the city, plunder the state granary, and then divide the spoils.
Han Zhen gets food, Zhao Ting gets money!
They share the money and food, and dare Chijun take the blame.
Chang Zhixian thought about it carefully. Wasn't this the same trick he and Han Zhen played together, luring the wolf into the house and killing someone with a borrowed knife?
In the middle of the night, Han Zhen was quietly let into the city, and the Xu family and other large families were wiped out. Later, the blame was placed on Songshanling Shibao...
Thinking of this, the strange look on his face became even more intense.
Han Zhen thought: "He is sure that I want to recruit people."
To be honest, the moment he read the letter, he really had the idea of taking advantage of the situation to take advantage of Yidu County.
It was a godsend.
But soon, he suppressed this thought.
Sooner or later, Yidu County will fall into the hands of here. There is no need to alert the enemy. If the strength is exposed in advance, it will really be like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.
After reading the letter, Chang Zhixian took out the fire folder and lit the letter directly.
After the entire letter was reduced to ashes, he asked, "How are you doing?"
Han Zhen replied: "One hundred thousand guan buys 120,000 shi of grain. I really have no reason to refuse."
Nowadays, there is a severe drought in four places in the north, and food prices are also rising.
The price of rice has doubled from the initial price of 1,300 yuan to 2,600 yuan per stone. As for wheat, corn, sorghum and other miscellaneous grains, the price has risen from 700 yuan to 1,200 yuan today.
Even if all the 120,000 gu of grain are miscellaneous grains, 100,000 gu is equivalent to buying it at half price.
Obviously, the government granary cannot be all grains, at least 20% of which is rice.
With 120,000 shi of food, even if the Qingzhou Army expands its recruitment to 5,000 people, three meals a day will be enough for them for a year and a half.
Chang Zhixian frowned and said, "But how are you going to transport so much food back?"
A fully stretched ox cart can transport twenty dan, and 120,000 dan would only require thousands of ox carts.
Even if we add up all the ox carts in Linzi County, we still can’t get enough.
Moreover, since it was a night attack, it had to be fast. It would take at most two or three hours from the time of entering the city to the time of evacuation. Otherwise, if the time was too long, it would easily expose the enemy.
Han Zhen asked: "Is there a river in Yidu County?"
Chang Zhixian shook his head and said: "Yes, there are, but I can't sail the boat."
Hearing this, Han Zhen thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes!"
"What's the plan?"
Changzhi County became interested and looked curious.
Han Zhen chuckled and said: "The Zhenhai Navy is idle, so why don't we let these Qiu Balun go to reclaim the canals. The vacant military camp is just for storing food. The most dangerous place is the safest place. Wait a few days On the day after the storm has passed, they will be transported to the Zihe River in batches and returned to Linzi by water."
"Luo Sha has made a lot of money from me during this period. I would like to borrow his naval camp for a while. He shouldn't mind."
After hearing his plan, Chang Zhixian nodded and agreed: "This plan is feasible."
Han Zhen said: "This matter needs to be carefully planned to ensure that nothing goes wrong. I will take my leave now."
"Just go."
Chang Zhixian waved his hand.
Seeing Han Zhen's back disappear from sight, he picked up a can of fruit wine, patted the seal, and took a gentle sniff.
Pouring himself a glass, Chang Zhixian took a sip and murmured to himself with a complex expression: "If this continues, the Song Dynasty will really be over!"
The emperor is not like the emperor, and the official is not like the official.
Falling down from above only makes money.
(End of chapter)
