"Those two donkey carts saw it. They said it was yellow croaker? Is Mr. Zhao really a yellow croaker?"
As he spoke, Chang Wei couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Guaguai, if all these are really small yellow croakers, how much would that cost?"
"You didn't see it?" Zhao Ming smiled.
"I didn't look! They said it can't be opened without your password." Chang Wei shook his head.
"You can go and take a look now, won't you know if you take a look?"
"Uh... I believe it, Mr. Zhao. Are you planning to buy food with this money?"
"Yeah. Buy food, but not all of it will be used to buy food. I will take a box north and use the rest to buy food. I will leave the rest to Yunyun to take care of it, so I won't use it for the time being."
Zhao Ming already has a plan for this money. The amount is too big and he doesn't need so much to buy grain.
The rest of the money will definitely be useful in the future. It may be that he will need to use it to establish connections and find a better job when he returns from his tenure in Chahar.
Or if you work well in Chahar, the money can be transferred to Chahar to use it to manage your own power.
Zhao Ming was very repelled when he learned that he would be appointed to Chahar. After all, it is not a place in the Central Plains. If he wants to fight for power and climb up, the best place is in the Central Plains or a place with a large population in the south.
But after chatting with Dashan and learning part of Chahar's situation, Zhao Ming was particularly looking forward to Chahar.
This is an absolute gem.
Perhaps there is not an arsenal there, perhaps there is not a large number of people to join the army to serve for themselves.
But there is a natural racecourse with a large number of high-quality horses. As long as it is managed properly, it is not impossible to produce a cavalry numbering in the tens of thousands.
The cavalry is not good in positional warfare, but having cavalry is also an asset, enough that many big bosses have to ignore it.
"By the way, Lao Chang, you have to personally take care of the food procurement.
When the time comes, bring more people and help with things, and go south to Huguang and Shu. It will be difficult for the province to purchase food, so we have to leave the province. "
“This is no problem, but Mr. Zhao, if you want to be on the safe side, you can actually purchase grain in Xi’an Prefecture, but it’s a bit expensive.
Mr. Zhao, do you want to purchase a lot of grain? "Old Chang is suspicious.
In his opinion, this famine will only last for one or two years. By then, with so many fertile fields in Fengjiazhuang, as long as it rains, there will be a good harvest soon.
"Just go ahead and purchase it. It's for ten years! And it should be completed as soon as possible this year or next."
Chang Wei was confused when he heard Zhao Ming's words.
But Zhao Ming is really not aimless, there is naturally a reason for doing this.
In recent years, the land of China has been plagued by disasters.
A severe drought started throughout Guanzhong and Shaanxi Province this year and lasted for the next five years. But as luck would have it, in 2031, two or three years later, large-scale floods occurred again in various parts of the south.
A disaster struck several provinces, affecting tens of millions of people. Countless people were displaced and food became even more scarce.
Then there was a historic change in the same year, a major event in September.
It can be said that there were waves of ups and downs, followed by a war that lasted for several years, as if it had reached a critical point, and the land of China began to experience a catastrophe. It would be rainy and sunny, but if it was not possible, it would be even more miserable.
Zhao Ming can only think about his own people as much as possible, and ignore other things for the time being.
He couldn't control natural disasters and man-made disasters, so he could only try his best to do what he could.
For the next period of time, Zhao Ming was sorting out the affairs of Fengjiazhuang every day.
In fact, Feng Yunyun was in charge of most of it. Only then did Zhao Ming realize that Feng Yunyun was really smart.
Xu was acting too little like a sheep at the beginning, and Zhao Ming hadn't realized that his woman actually had a heroine personality.
He handles things in an orderly manner, knows many things well and handles them properly.
"Why haven't I heard from my servants before that you are so good at running a house?" Zhao Ming put his arms around Feng Yunyun's waist and murmured while smelling the fragrance of soap in his hair.
A blush appeared on Feng Yunyun's pretty face, she twisted her body and said coquettishly, "I hate it, someone is watching."
"Who's watching? Don't think too much. Answer my question first." Zhao Ming refused.
Xu was helpless because of Zhao Ming's entanglement, so Feng Yunyun said helplessly, "I have been managing Zhuangzi before, but I have always been the one to make suggestions, and my father is responsible for stepping forward.
My father said that girls should not show their faces casually. "
Zhao Ming subconsciously looked down, but unfortunately he couldn't see Feng Yunyun's little feet.
Because he recently discovered an interesting little habit of Feng Yunyun.
That is, when you lie, your feet are tightly clasped inward, and when you are happy, your feet will open, which looks very pleasant.
"So that's it. Then I can feel relieved when I leave."
After saying this, Zhao Ming clearly felt Feng Yunyun's delicate body tremble slightly.
Then he found Feng Yunyun looking at him with spring in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I...I'm hungry..."
"Then I'll ask the cook to prepare something delicious for you. Hmm? Why don't you leave?"
Zhao Ming looked at Feng Yunyun suspiciously, and the other party's little hand was tightly grabbing his sleeve.
Feng Yunyun was as thin as a mosquito and said, "I...I want to eat chicken in a pot."
Zhao Ming froze, and soon he was enveloped in a warm fragrance.
These days, Zhao Ming simply couldn't care less about Shu.
After Feng Yunyun got over the initial shy period, her fighting ability and desire were as if she had developed ten years ahead of schedule.
Whenever Zhao Ming was pressed down on the bed, it was as if he wanted to break his bones and suck out the marrow. Later, Zhao Ming even became a little afraid.
"Yunyun, that's enough! Aren't you tired?"
In the middle of the night, Zhao Ming reluctantly patted Feng Yunyun, who was still doing squats and was dripping with sweat.
"I'm not tired! Husband, I'm not tired. As I said, I want to have our child!"
As he spoke, Feng Yunyun shyly buried her head in Zhao Ming's arms.
Stroking the other person's smooth hair, Zhao Ming probably understood what the other person was thinking.
Mr. Feng's health is deteriorating now, and he probably won't be able to live well for a few days.
As for her fifth brother, he looks like a new young man, but he really doesn't have any management ability. He can do some academic research, but managing such a big business is nonsense.
And Zhao Ming, the only man she could rely on now, left again after a while, and she didn't know when he would come back.
As a prostitute, she had to manage so many people and such a large business, which made her feel somewhat uneasy.
Having children might allow her to devote a lot of energy to them, and she really wanted to give birth to a child for Zhao Ming, even if the child would not be named Feng in the future.
Seven days after Zhao Ming left the military camp, news came from Fengxiang that the city was broken.
At the same time, there was another news: Commander Song beheaded all the five thousand surrendered prisoners in the street. This moment can be said to have shocked the entire Shaanxi Province.
Secondly, Mr. Feng passed away today.
The whole Zhuangzi is full of raw materials.
