Zhou Ye felt his scalp numb after listening to the man's words.
He underestimated Zi Linwei, or he underestimated the ability of the third prince.
So much can be found!
Very regular knocking sounds echoed in the quiet room.
Although the night wind still brought a bit of chill to his face, Zhou Ye was sweating all over.
He lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.
After Su Ruotang finished eating the last dumpling, he slowly said, "At the beginning of every month, people come to set up thousands of small fireworks for children to play with."
"I have been buying for five consecutive years, with different buyers every month and the quantity is not fixed."
"Sometimes it's two thousand, sometimes it's a thousand."
Mo Rongyan's eyebrows slightly raised: "Thousands of them? How many black stones can explode inside?"
The fireworks produced by the Ministry of Industry rely on the explosion of black stones to produce fireworks of various colors.
The more black stones there are, the more powerful it is.
The amount of black stone used is strictly controlled.
Moreover, the manufacturing method of the black stone was completely in the hands of Emperor Wu Shun.
For hundreds of years, no one has cracked the mystery of the Black Stone.
Because of the pile of black powder, you can’t tell what the raw materials are at all.
The Ministry of Industry is responsible for packaging these black stones into boxes of different sizes and shapes to set off colorful fireworks.
Zhou Ye thought for a while: "The black stone in each firework is as big as a grain of rice."
Mo Ronyan's eyes darkened.
There are very few black stones in a firework.
A thousand is not too much.
But if accumulated over many years, one thousand per month...
He said in a deep voice: "This palace will arrange for a Zilin Guard to temporarily replace the waiter in your shop."
Zhou Ye nodded: "No problem."
He glanced at Su Ruotang cautiously: "The third prince's concubine, the common people's disease..."
Su Ruotang took the pen and paper aside: "Wait."
She quickly wrote down a prescription and handed it to Zhou Ye, "Take the medicine for three days according to the prescription above, and then come back to me."
Zhou Ye happily took it and was about to say thanks.
Su Ruotang's gentle voice continued: "Sex is prohibited for one year."
Zhou Ye's happy expression froze, a little unbelievable, "What? How long? One year?"
His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.
Su Ruotang raised her delicate chin: "You can also help yourself."
The surprise reappeared on Zhou Ye's face instantly.
Before the joy on his face could fully spread, Su Ruotang's unhurried voice continued:
"It's just that the sequelae is that you won't be able to use that thing in the future."
Zhou Ye: (?⊿?)?Ah!
Su Ruotang's words were no less than a bolt from the blue to him.
He asked with his face crossed: "Can't the time be shortened?"
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes: "A lifetime or a year, you choose."
Zhou Ye pouted: "One year."
He carefully put away the prescription and got up.
After struggling for a while, he asked Mo Ronyan in a low voice, "Your Highness, do you want me to send a thousand fireworks to your house?"
Mo Ronyan asked casually: "How much silver do a thousand fireworks cost?"
"These fireworks are mainly sold to ordinary people. They are very cheap, costing only one copper coin each."
"One copper coin each?" Su Ruotang raised his eyes, "You don't sell them expensively."
Basic cost price.
Zhou Ye grinned: "Small profits but quick turnover."
Su Ruotang chuckled: "You do know how to do business."
Zhou Ye modestly said: "Just average."
Su Ruotang gave him a roll of eyes.
Zhou Ye chuckled: "The common people will leave first."
He had to grab medicine as soon as possible while Xinglin Pharmacy was still closed.
After Zhou Ye left, Su Ruotang held his chin and asked Mo Ronyan, "Ayan, Zhou Ye is really that powerful?"
In ancient times with backward technology, fireworks of various shapes comparable to modern ones could be produced.
If this were placed in modern times, they would be the talents of the National Secret Service.
Mo Ronyan rubbed the cup with his fingertips and hummed softly, "He has always been hiding his clumsiness."
"Zhou Zheng did give birth to a good son."
A bit lecherous, but not bad in character.
Su Ruotang narrowed his eyes: "Ordinary families will buy fireworks before New Year's Eve, but few people usually buy them."
"One thousand pills a month. Unless you have a big family, this demand cannot be consumed at all."
Mo Ronyan hummed softly: "Zhou Ye hides it very deeply. Zi Linwei has been watching him for almost a year."
Su Ruotang blinked: "In the end, he was exposed in the land of flowers and willows?"
Mo Rongyan raised the corners of his lips: "Well, I'm exposing my secrets to the girl from Chuifengtingyulou."
Su Ruotang sighed: "If he wasn't so lustful, Ayan probably wouldn't have suspected him."
When she finished speaking, she frowned, "A firework is a black stone the size of a grain of rice, not even a thousand firework..."
She raised her long eyelashes and looked directly into Mo Ronyan's dark eyes, "But if the same person buys it every year and every month..."
Mo Ronyan took her words softly: "He has been buying them for five years, and the accumulated amount of black stones is enough to blow up the capital."
hiss--
Su Ruotang took a breath of air: "Ayan, who do you think it could be?"
Mo Rongyan dipped his fingertips in the cold tea and wrote one word one stroke at a time——
Four!
Su Ruotang raised the corners of her lips, her smile not reaching her eyes, "Ayan's thoughts coincide with mine."
She tapped the table with her fingertips: "There are no traces of Gu insects on Zhou Ye."
Mo Ronyan picked up the camphor wood and looked at it: "I will meet Mr. Zhou tomorrow."
The official position of Minister of Industry is not very high, but it is very important.
I don't know how many ministers in the court are controlled by Mo Chenyi now. If the Ministry of Industry is under his control, it will be troublesome.
"good."
Mo Ronyan put the camphor wood back on the tray and looked out the window, "Would you like some candy?"
Su Ruotang followed her gaze and looked down.
There were several children surrounding the candy vendor.
The old man is dipped in syrup, and the candy figure under the spoon is lifelike.
Su Ruotang was lying on the window edge with bright eyes, "I want to draw it myself."
Mo Ronyan looked at her lovingly: "Okay."
After finishing speaking, he reached out and rubbed the top of Su Ruotang's hair, "Xiao Haitang, my cousin will be fine."
The smile on Su Ruotang's face froze.
She stared blankly at the candy man below.
After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Ayan, if Mo Chenyi hurts my cousin, I will not let him go."
Mo Ronyan hummed softly: "Okay, I will help you teach Xiaosi a lesson together."
When the last note fell, he sighed softly, "Actually, I secretly hope that Xiao Si is not such a cruel person..."
"I hope so." Su Ruotang turned around and looked at him, "Let's go and show you my sugar painting skills."
