"Do you still remember?" Song Che pushed open the door of the private room and asked. Liao Heng, who was standing by the window blowing the wind, turned around and wondered: "What?" Song Che walked to the window and said side by side: "It seems that this time last year, I, you, Jiang Yuntian, the three of us were in the ruined temple for the first time. We met here." Liao Heng recalled for a moment and said softly: "It seems to be earlier than this time. It was late autumn and the weather was not so cold." Song Che smiled and said: "I remember that you were still down and out at that time. Scholar, Jiang Yuntian is still wearing straw sandals, and I have just escaped from the tiger's mouth. The three of us searched all over our bodies and only bought a donkey. We were splashed with mud on the road while walking in the rain, and then we met Yun Niang..." Liao Hengwang Looking out the window at the dark night where the cold wind was raging, he sighed: "I can't keep time. Before I know it, more than a year has passed." Song Che said: "Now you are wearing a python robe, now I am rich, and now Jiang Yuntian put on a military uniform. One year is fleeting, but in fact, too many things have changed."
"What about one year later?" Liao Heng asked. Song Che was silent. A few gusts of cold wind blew through the silence. He seemed determined and said with certainty: "In one year, you will wear the dragon robe and become the emperor, Jiang Yuntian will become the pillar of the country, and I may become the richest man in the world, or I may become a commoner." .”
"If you become a commoner, your house of women won't be able to support you."
"Hahaha..." The two laughed, but no one took it as a joke.
"What do you want to do?" Liao Heng asked. Song Che asked back: "Do you still remember what I told you back then? 'Bend yourself and wait for the right time.' And the so-called right time is tied to one word, and that is - chaos."
"Chaos?" Liao Heng frowned slightly,
"The world is peaceful now. I can't see any chaos." Song Che didn't say anything. He went back to the room, overturned the table, kicked over the stool, broke the vase, suppressed his blush, vented all the unhappiness in his heart, and finally took a deep breath. After taking a breath and calming down, he walked back to the window again, pointed at the messy room and said: "This is chaos. Chaos is very simple. As long as someone destroys it, it will become chaos. The world is also like this, after the chaos , clean it up again, and it will become brand new again.”
"How to mess up?" Liao Heng asked.
"Sui coins and marriage." Song Che said: "A marriage is not only a peaceful diplomatic method, but also a fuse for war. The question is, who will light this fuse, us? Or Dijon?" He paused. After a pause, he added: "But no matter what, this marriage will fail, and the war between Daliang and Dijon will also start. Now, Daliang has broken its alliance with the Xiqiang and lost its horn power. If the war is all-out, Daliang will soon It may fail." He tilted his head and looked at Liao Heng: "The day when Daliang was defeated was the day when you ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor." He looked out the window again and said meaningfully: "Of course, there will be many changes in this process. You shouldn’t talk too much at this time.” He also warned: “For now, you must continue to bend down and take care of yourself and the princess. When the time comes, I will personally help you ascend the throne and proclaim yourself emperor.” Liao Heng I almost want to speak, but I don’t know what to say.
"Brother Song..."
"I know you have thousands of words in your heart, but needless to say, I will do this for your benefit, my own benefit, and Brother Jiang's benefit," Song Che slowly closed the window and blocked the cold wind. Standing outside the window, he whispered: "It's late at night, go back and rest early." Liao Heng said no more, excused himself and left the private room.
Song Che stayed in the room, unpacking the things he had just messed up, but when he was picking up the broken pieces of porcelain, he accidentally cut his palm. Looking at the blood seeping out of his palm, he slumped on the ground helplessly. There was a deep exhaustion that made him almost breathless.
very tired. So tired...the next morning. The transshipment envoy Chen Peng sent someone to deliver the list of this year's coins.
Five hundred thousand pieces of silk, one hundred dendrobium pearls, two thousand kilograms of tribute tea, and eight hundred pieces of porcelain from famous kilns, totaling two million taels, which is twice the amount of last year's New Year's coins.
And the two million taels do not include the part eaten by Taishi Jia and the profits earned by the merchants. However, the Sui coins are just a dowry, and the marriage team must have huge expenses.
This alliance with Dijon will cost the Liang Dynasty at least one-tenth of the national treasury. Daliang has never lacked money, nor has it lacked people who are loyal to the country. What it lacks is only a bloody king.
In the morning of that day, Song Che divided part of the list and asked the clerks from Tianxia Bank and Yunshuifang branch to go to Jiangning, Chuzhou, Luzhou and other places to find members of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce for purchase; in the afternoon, he took Yun Niang and sat down Boarded the passenger ship back to Suzhou and Hangzhou.
On the eve of midnight, we arrived in Suzhou. Of the 500,000 pieces of cloth per year, 200,000 were allocated to Jiangning and other places, and the remaining 300,000 were provided by various cloth merchants in Suzhou.
After getting off the boat, Song Che rushed to Yunshuifang without stopping and convened a meeting with cloth merchants in the city overnight. It was finally decided that the Shen family would provide 150,000 horses, the Chen family would provide 100,000 horses, and the remaining 50,000 would be jointly raised by other cloth shops. The time limit was one month. All goods must be sent to Hangzhou first, and he would personally count them. Shipped to Tokyo.
When the meeting ended at Chou Shi, Song Che did not delay and took the passenger ship again to go straight to Hangzhou. The bumpy boat was like his heart, floating up and down on the river in the cold wind.
Even though I was very sleepy, I felt irritable inside as soon as I closed my eyes, scratching my head and scratching my head, unable to fall asleep.
"Da da da..." There was a knock on the door. He sat up in shock: "Who?"
"It's me." Yun Niang's voice sounded outside the house. Song Che then went to open the door. Yun Niang stood at the door holding a bowl of steaming glutinous rice balls. She said: "You haven't eaten much since the afternoon. It happened that the boatman had some leftover glutinous rice balls, so I cooked them." A bowl, do you want to fill your stomach?" Song Che really has no appetite, and he was about to refuse, but Yun Niang handed it to his mouth, with pulsing eyes full of eagerness: "I always think that when you are full, your mood will be better. It will be better, you can try it, I also added candied eggs in it, it is very delicious." Song Che couldn't resist the kindness, took the soup bowl, and introduced Yun Niang into the cabin.
He took a small bite. The sticky glutinous rice was sweet, soft and delicious. It was indeed delicious. He took a big bite——
"Hey! Be careful——"
"Hiss...it's so hot!" A mouthful of candy heart burst into liquid, splashed all over his mouth, dripped on his clothes, and was so hot that he stuck out his tongue.
"Look, you're still hungry." Yun Niang quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped the soup from his chest. Her movements were so light and gentle, and the fragrance of her hair when she came closer was so fascinating.
When she raised her head, her eyes met, and her emotions fermented sadly.
