It's not just Song Che, it seems that all men will look at the carriage from time to time, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Chu's elegance.
"Well, when there were refugees in Qiu Feng Pavilion in the past, whenever the Chu family passed by, they would give some salt to them. At that time, Mrs. Chu might still show up. Now that the refugees have gone, Mrs. Chu can't bear to come out."
What's the difference between regretting not being able to see a woman and being a guest in a brothel not being able to see an oiran?
If a person is too beautiful, it will really harm the country and the people.
Song Che smiled and shook his head. How many people could know Madam Chu's secret?
"Oh, by the way, folks, I'm very curious. You took such a big risk to transport salt in the wind and snow. Logically, you should make a lot of money. Why do you still live like this?" he asked.
Some salt sellers sighed:
"The officials don't know. Only if we can sell this batch of salt can we recover the cost. Although the government openly introduces salt, the tax is extremely high. In addition, the price of salt fluctuates. I will definitely make a fortune, but I don't know. At the end of the day, I don’t dare to spend money randomly.”
"Oh?" Song Che asked again, "Where do you distribute this salt?"
The salt seller said: "For small traders like us, the best channel is to sell to the major grain and oil shops in the city, but most grain shops have their own caravans or designated suppliers, such as Chu behind us. Home, so we vendors all go to other places and transport the salt to smaller towns to sell."
In an environment dominated by big businessmen, small businessmen can only survive in the cracks.
"Then which salt farm do you purchase your salt from?" Song Che asked again.
The salt vendor replied: "There are too many salt farms in Yancheng. Big commercial banks cooperate with big salt farms. Vendors like us usually look for small salt farms. The purchase price will be lower and the salt will be rougher. What's the selling price?" It’s definitely not as good as refined salt, but for ordinary people like us, at this point, we’re satisfied if we can have the taste of salt.”
The reason why Song Che consulted the salt farm was that the Yang family also had a salt farm in Chuzhou. The Yang family's affair with Japanese pirates was probably related to salt.
Ning Yehong disguised himself as a salt merchant and was most likely here to investigate the matter.
There seems to be an undercurrent surging in Huainan.
gradually.
Late at night.
No matter how bright the bonfire was, it could not withstand the cold night air. The businessmen who had carriages withdrew their carriages, while those who did not wrapped themselves in cotton-padded jackets and fell asleep around the fire.
"Coco, come with me."
Song Che pulled Coco and walked towards the Chu family's caravan.
Before reaching the carriage, he was stopped by the clerk: "Sir, my wife has turned off the lights and gone to bed. If you have anything to do, why don't you come back tomorrow?"
Song Che smiled and said, "Just because you turn off the lights doesn't mean you can sleep."
As soon as the familiar voice finished, sure enough, the candlelight was lit again in the car, and then a long voice came out: "What do you want from me?"
Song Che pushed Coco beside him and asked, "This is my maid. I want to stay in your carriage for a night. I wonder if it's convenient for Mrs. Chu."
After all, Coco is a big girl, and it might not be good if she sleeps in the same car with her again.
Coco tugged at Song Che's clothes, "Sir, I'm wearing a thick cotton coat. I sleep outside, so I'm not afraid of the cold."
At this time, a voice came from inside the car: "You can let her come in to sleep, but you must owe me a small favor."
"Mrs. Chu is really good at doing business."
Song Che happily agreed, and then helped Coco into the carriage. But without further communication, he turned around and walked deeper into the woods.
When he was far away from Qiufeng Pavilion, Song Che unbuttoned his pants. He really couldn't drink too much rice porridge. Every time he poured water, it was torture in this cold night.
"Wow..."
Suddenly there was a soft sound above his head. As soon as he raised his head, a lump of snow hit his face, followed by a burst of "hehehe" laughter.
Ning Yehong counted the treetops with her toes, Orchid pointed at her lips, and smiled heartlessly.
Song Che quickly lifted up his pants and cursed, "When other women saw her, they had no time to cover their faces and hide, but you are not ashamed at all."
Ning Yehong kept her smile on her face, jumped down from the treetop, and laughed at herself: "Yes, I have a low life, and I am destined to be different from other women since I was born. I don't know shame, I don't know how to be ashamed, I don't respect the rules, and I don't know how to be ashamed." Be observant of women’s ways… and do whatever it takes to achieve your goals.”
Song Che shook his head, turned around and left.
Ning Yehong stepped forward and stopped in front of him, but she didn't say a word. She stared directly at Song Che, took off her robe and untied her belt.
Song Che's body trembled. Could it be that she wanted to rebel against Tiangang?
She had loosened the belt of her clothes, and her inner skirt was sagged, and she stepped closer to Song Che.
Song Che backed away continuously, swallowing saliva from time to time, but without moving his eyes away from her, he said: "If you do this again, I will scream..."
Ning Yehong's charming eyes were as silk as silk: "What's it called? Is it called indecent assault?"
"Hero, this is not your style. You are so immoral."
"I'm a woman who doesn't follow the rules of women, what kind of moral integrity do I need?"
"If you have anything to say, please tell me. This ice and snow will freeze people to death."
"What do you want?"
"Then no matter what, you have to find a cave, make a base with hay, light a fire, and drink two glasses of wine before you can get into the theme, right?"
"Hehehe..."
Ning Nuxia hid her sword in her smile, but suddenly her face darkened and she said delicately:
"You think beautifully!"
She grabbed Song Che's hand, kicked his ankle, and pinned him to the snow with a counterattack, then quickly wrapped his hands with her belt.
Song Che was stunned.
When he reacted, his hands were tied and all movable joints were blocked by the woman riding on his back.
"Ning Nuxia, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby?"
"Yeah, I really like doing these 'flower jobs'."
Ning Yehong held Song Che's neck and pulled it back hard. The sound of "clicking" bones made Song Che's whole body bend into the character "bow".
"ah--"
He screamed and covered his mouth tightly with her jade hands. Ning Ye, as red as a blackened female enchantress, came close to his ear and spoke word by word:
"Song, besides being rich, smart, and good-looking, do you have any other advantages? Let me tell you, you are not afraid of wearing shoes when you are barefoot. If you dare to sarcastically mock me again, I will give you Loosen every piece of skin and flesh!”
It seems that this is the real her...
"Ning Nuxia, if you have something to say, speak it carefully and speak martial ethics!"
"What kind of martial ethics can I say to a ungrateful person like you? If you don't want to be a honey trap, then I will give you a ruthless trap!"
After saying that, he grabbed Song Che's arm and pressed it hard from left to right. There was another crisp "click" sound. Song Che screamed in pain.
"Do you accept it or not?"
"I am convinced by you, I am convinced by you..."
Song Che gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, Tigress, one day, I will ride on you and ask you to sing "conquer"...
