It didn't take long.
Someone outside Feng's house came to deliver a message.
After hearing the message, Feng Zhen's eyes darkened and he said solemnly: "Father, someone just sent a letter saying that the eldest son is handling the matter this time, and invited us to meet at an official residence in three days. What should we do now? ?”
Feng Dong walked around the house with his bamboo stick in his hand, a look of determination in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Since the eldest son is handling the matter, we can't just give him a thousand pieces of gold."
"Give five thousand"
"Six thousand!"
"Don't the government like six? Then let's collect six thousand gold."
Hear the words.
Feng Zhen's face changed slightly, and he asked in surprise: "Is this a little too much?"
Feng Dong said coldly: "You will gain only if you give up."
"Six thousand gold is indeed a lot, but if you can make friends with the eldest son, this little money will not be much at all."
"And it's also a test."
"Testing?" Feng Zhen was stunned.
Somewhat unclear.
Feng Dong's eyes were slightly closed, with a cold light flashing from time to time in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Right now, our Feng family knows nothing about the government's attitude. If we continue to let it go, we will only become more and more passive."
"So take the initiative."
"Six thousand gold."
"It's a bit of a stretch for me, Mrs. Feng."
"If you can use these six thousand gold to test the eldest son's attitude, in my opinion, it is worth it."
"If the government accepts it."
"That means that I, Mrs. Feng, can escape safely."
"When meeting with the eldest son, you can be friendly and friendly, and you can even build some friendship through it. Isn't this more valuable than six thousand gold?"
"If the government doesn't accept it."
Feng Dong paused and said solemnly: "That proves that the government has a greater appetite."
"I, Mrs. Feng, knew about this matter in advance, and I have more room for maneuver. I can also use six thousand as the line to constantly test the government's tone."
"A hundred benefits and no harm."
"Money can be spent, but it must be worth it."
"Even if this money is really wasted in the end, as long as I, Feng, still control the salt pond and thousands of acres of farmland, I can earn it back in less than ten years."
"What I'm giving now is attitude!"
"I just want to tell the government clearly and plainly that I, Mrs. Feng, am loyal to the Qin Dynasty and care about the government wholeheartedly. I have absolutely no selfish motives."
"We merchants are just lowly people."
"What the government looks at is our attitude. As long as we have a lower attitude and give more money and food, the government will generally not take us seriously."
"Go down and make arrangements as soon as possible."
"I'll go there in person in three days."
Feng Zhen nodded slightly.
He didn't dare to be careless when it was a matter of family importance.
Just when Feng Zhen was about to walk out of the house, Feng Dong suddenly said: "I have changed my clothes these days. A merchant must look like a merchant. Otherwise, how can he be decent?"
"If the eldest son sees it, how can he be treated badly?"
Feng Zhen looked at the splendid clothes on his body, nodded quickly, and said with a smile: "Father has considered it carefully, I will go back and change it right away."
"This clothes really doesn't suit my status."
Feng Dong sat on the table, pondered for a moment, took out a bamboo slip and started writing on it.
Then he sent someone to deliver it to Fusu.
Xicheng.
Ji Heng was lying on the recliner, munching on dried fruit and looking at the information Fusu had sent.
Not long after.
A clerk came in outside the house.
He presented a bamboo slip to the case with a very respectful attitude, and said softly: "Mr. Ji, this is sent to the palace by Feng's entrustment. The eldest son ordered me to deliver it."
"Feng?" Ji Heng nodded, remembering Feng.
This is a descendant of Feng Chen.
Feng Xuan is one of Mengchangjun's diners.
That is, the person who did Xue Guo's righteousness and built the "Three Caves".
Feng Xuan took advantage of this to gain a foothold in Qi State, and his family began to prosper. Qi State was already prosperous in commerce, so the Feng family gradually took control of some businesses later. After Qin destroyed Qi, a large number of nobles moved to Guanzhong and became rich, and Feng family took office. Among them, it's just that compared to Feng Xuan, who was willing to suffer poverty rather than do business, Feng's current family has obviously fallen.
Ji Heng took the bamboo slips that the clerk put on the case in his hand and looked at them quickly. After reading them, he couldn't help but marvel at Feng's generosity and said: "Although Feng is in decline now, his wisdom and vision are , but it has not been lost.”
"Six thousand gold, this is not a small amount."
"Even if Feng could take it out, he would probably break his muscles and bones, but Feng offered it up so easily. If it were anyone else, he might be tempted."
"But then."
"I, Ji Heng, don't like money by nature."
Ji Heng put the bamboo slip down, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will accept this bamboo slip for the time being, but there is no need to inform Mr. Feng of the situation."
The little official said on his forehead: "No."
Ji Heng asked again: "Eldest Young Master, can you confirm the time?"
The clerk said: "It's settled, in three days' time, in an official residence in the city."
"I understand. There is no need to disclose information to these merchants these days and let them guess." Ji Heng did not say much, simply gave a few instructions and continued to read the bamboo slips.
What he was looking at was not the merchant's information.
But of the prisoners.
The prisoners on the bamboo slips were all merchants in the past.
It's just that he failed in business in the past and was sentenced to prison.
Ji Heng browsed quickly, remembering the names of these people and the physical torture these people had received.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
Soon the time agreed between Fusu and the merchant came.
Ji Heng washed his face with water and rubbed it vigorously to make his face look relatively rosy. He wore a commoner and a pair of straw sandals and walked towards the agreed place.
But as he approached the attic, he put on the mask contentedly.
Walking on Changyang Street.
Ji Heng had the illusion that he was suddenly separated from the rest of the world.
After being imprisoned, his scope of activities was actually very small, and he had no chance to come into contact with the business market. But now, looking from a distance, he can see a row upon row of squares, with all kinds of salt, iron, jewelry, and cinnabar placed in the market. There are several large trading houses with high eaves and high pavilions.
Bronze doors, copper cabinets and fine stone paving.
It's luxurious and luxurious, with the style of a big store, which is completely different from other places.
Crowded.
But this excitement has nothing to do with him.
He just looked at it from a distance for a few times, then walked through the bustling area and entered a relatively quiet area with decisive steps, which is the official residence area.
There are some wine shops and houses on both sides of the long street.
It is much quieter than the market.
Outside the official residence.
Hundreds of soldiers were displayed in a magnificent display, with a somewhat chilling air.
Feng Dong and Feng Zhen, father and son, had already arrived, and now they were sitting at the end, sitting upright and not squinting. The clothes of the father and son were very simple, even a little shabby.
The father and son just waited quietly.
From the moment he entered the house, he was speechless, and he didn't dare to question the officials around him. He sat on the table tremblingly, as if he was a prisoner about to be interrogated.
Not long after.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the house.
Feng Dong subconsciously looked over, but when he saw the person's clothes, he was stunned. This person's clothes were actually poorer than his own, and there was a lot of mud on the corners of his clothes.
And also wearing a mask.
Just when Feng Dong was surprised, the clerk on the side introduced him: "Feng Dong, this is Mr. Zhong. It is Mr. Zhong who is negotiating with you today."
"The eldest son has arrived."
"But I won't devote myself to it, but in the west room next door."
Said.
The clerk bowed respectfully to the west.
Feng Dong did not dare to neglect, and quickly stood up and saluted towards the west wing, with some disappointment in his eyes.
Ji Heng also slightly arched his hands.
Only then did Feng Dong look at Ji Heng. After looking up and down a few times, he said with a smile: "I've seen Mr. Zhong before. Mr. Zhong is really young and promising. He can win at such a young age." It’s really enviable that the eldest son cares so much about me.”
Feng Dong saluted Ji Heng.
The attitude is very humble.
Ji Heng glanced at Feng Dong indifferently, with a cold look on his lips.
These merchants are the best at observing words and expressions, but now that he is wearing a mask, he cannot see any emotions. I am afraid that Feng Dong is also depressed now.
Ji Heng took the seat.
Feng Dong did not dare to sit down, and continued to stand aside, saying in a deep voice: "I received a notice from the government a few days ago. I was shocked and frightened. What shocked me was that I, the Feng family, was so virtuous and capable that I could enter the eldest son's family. "Eye, what I'm afraid of is that Feng is from the city, has a low status, and doesn't know etiquette, so I'm afraid of offending the eldest son."
"If I made a mistake unintentionally, please forgive me, eldest son, Mr. Zhong."
Feng Dong saluted towards the west wing and Ji Heng one after another.
The etiquette is very thoughtful.
Separated by a door.
Fusu's voice came.
"Feng Dong, you don't need to be nervous. This time it is Mr. Zhong who is talking to you. I am just listening and will not interfere, let alone punish you for your words."
"You can feel at ease."
Hear the words.
Feng Dong's eyelids twitched.
He took a deep look at Ji Heng and saluted towards the west wing, but he was surprised in his heart, who is this Mr. Zhong? How could he be so respected by the eldest son?
Even give full authority to this person.
And Zhong?
He thought about it quickly in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything famous.
The only thing he could think of was that there was a Zhongli clan in Donghai County.
But that was Zhongli.
Not a clock.
He didn't think that Mr. Zhong in front of him would tamper with the family name.
This is related to the lintel of the ancestors.
Ji Heng sat at the table and did not speak directly. He first ordered a bowl of hot soup for Feng Dong and his son, and then slowly said: "I know it is a bit abrupt to invite you here this time, but there are some things that I have to meet in person after all. Yes."
"Da Qin has never treated you badly in the past."
"Because of Qin Zheng, it is even considered preferential treatment."
"Now the court is encountering some things, which may require Feng's generosity. I also hope that Feng can think of the country this time and share more of the burden for the court."
Ji Heng's voice was not loud and a little cold.
But when it fell into Feng Dong's ears, it was a different story.
He looked slightly strange, but did not agree rashly, but tentatively said: "Mr. Zhong, may I ask what difficulties the court has encountered? If Feng can really help, Feng will never shirk it."
Ji Heng said nothing and clapped his hands.
Soon, a clerk came into the room carrying several stacks of bamboo slips.
Ji Heng glanced at it, took out a pile, and handed it to the clerk, who delivered it to Feng Dong.
See this.
Feng Dong was shocked.
He knew that although Ji Heng was young, he was not that easy to deal with.
Every word and action.
They all seem to have a strong force.
Feng Dong took the bamboo slip respectfully, but as soon as he saw the content on the bamboo slip, his expression suddenly changed.
(End of chapter)
