Zhang Lu and Wang Fuzhi are old acquaintances. Although the relationship is not very deep, there is no reason to leave alone at this time.

He opened a room in the inn, lived in, and prepared to go north with Master Wang and his disciples.

After all, everyone is an old acquaintance. If Zhang Lu leaves at this time, then his reputation will be bad!

After drinking this medicinal soup made of ingredients, Zhang Youmo's cough that night was much relieved.

He used the medicine soup as tea and asked the inn shopkeeper to borrow a small mud stove to boil the medicine uninterruptedly.

The next night, Zhang Youmo didn't cough at all!

Wang Fuzhi was very happy. Zhang Youmo's condition improved, but he really got seriously ill in his heart!

With Zhang Lu's escort, it can be said that as long as Zhang Youmo is not terminally ill, he can bring him back.

Therefore, just after Zhang Youmo's condition improved, the two groups of people immediately met and directly booked a ship and rushed towards Xiangyang.

In this era, the Nanyang water system has not yet fallen into a crisis of water shortage. As long as it is a small ship, it can reach Nanyang all the way from the Yangtze River.

Just when Wang Fuzhi, a famous scholar in the world, went to Nanyang, the Ming court spy, the Hong Sword Division, had already contacted Zheng Jing.

At Xiamen Yamen, Zheng Jing and Jian San sat opposite each other.

"Why didn't Your Majesty restore the Jinyiwei, but still adopt your own organization?"

Zheng Jing has confirmed the identity of the visitor.

However, Zheng Jing didn't care about Jian San's journey through many Qing dynasties and contacted him.

He was confused about why His Majesty did not restore the Jinyiwei?

If Zhu Cijiong restored the Jinyiwei and wanted a Jinyiwei to be hereditary position, and would wear a flying fish suit all day long!

"this……"

Jian San, who broke the necks of more than a dozen Qing soldiers along the way, was stunned.

"Master, I don't know how small this matter is!"

Jian San smiled bitterly. Although he was a confidant trained by Zhu Da, his old master had long stopped dealing with the matter in order to avoid suspicion.

How could he know these things?

"well!"

Zheng Jing, who inherited the throne of Count Zhongxiao, sighed.

The power of the market was so swaying openly and left him like this.

Jian San carefully glanced at Zheng Jing, and felt from the bottom of his heart that the head of the Zheng family was really unrestrained.

After thinking about it, he immediately decided to tell him the task that His Majesty gave him:

"Brother, when I was young, I received a command from Your Majesty. Your Majesty asked you to join the court to open up the Yangtze River route and transport money and grain to Hubei."

"Well?"

Zheng Jing widened his eyes in confusion: "Why do you need to transport money and food? How can this thing be more important than artillery?"

"I have ordered the workshop to produce various artillery. As long as the route is opened, I will transport ten thousand artillery pieces to His Majesty within one year!"

In Zheng Jing's eyes, is money and food important?

This thing is everywhere, and I can’t finish it!

Earlier, in order to help Hubei solve the disaster, he had promised to transport one million stones of grain.

But, this thing-

Food is not valuable!

No firearm is really coming!

Not long after Chen Yonghua set out, he had not arrived in Nanyang. Jian San had already left Nanyang. Because both sides did not know about the two sides sending envoys to each other.

In Zheng Jing's view, the firearm he promised to give to His Majesty is the most valuable.

As for money and food - is this thing useful?

These are the two things that are piled up in the Zheng family’s warehouse!

The masters ripen three times a year, and the fields are fertile. The yield of rice in one acre of land and three seasons is basically around ten stones.

The food can't be sold at all, okay!

As for money...

The Zheng family can sell a flag at will, and it can be worth hundreds of taels of silver.

Although the Qing court implemented a strict ban on sea, is this thing useful to the people and to the gentry?

Oh, no!

The first two years were useful, and even forced him to make ends meet.

However, with the huge changes in the political environment this year, where are there people in the local area really going so hard!

Are these local governors and governors not afraid of settlement after the Ming Dynasty?

I thought Zheng Jing was unwilling to help His Majesty Jian San, but after hearing that Zheng Jing was willing to take out ten thousand cannons, he was shocked.

Although Nanyang is not short of artillery, Jiansan also knows how expensive this thing is!

It can be said that if a red cannon was sold to the Qing army, it would be no problem to sell tens of thousands of taels of silver at will.

Ten thousand cannons, at least it is millions of silver!

If all of them are red cannons, it would be an astronomical number!

And this was voluntary donation from Zheng Jing...

Jian San felt that his head was not enough - what did Your Majesty say?

It seems to be purchased at the market price?

But this guy takes action like a mountain of gold and silver, can he still reach an agreement?

Jian San felt that his head was not enough.

...

After the two of them communicated, Zheng Jing realized that it turned out that the world was not full of officials.

In Jiangbei, dry land yields less than one stone per mu is the norm. Only the best fields can produce more than one stone of grain in a single season...

The yields of dry land and paddy fields are very different, not to mention the difference between two ripening per year and three ripening per year.

Zheng Jing agreed to Zhu Cijiong's request without hesitation. Isn't it just food? There are so many officials!

If it is not enough, Chameng is also a big grain area!

Zheng Jing expressed enough interest in the fact that His Majesty has a large amount of low-priced cotton cloth in his hands.

Cotton has always been an important material, and it is even more smooth than gold and silver among the people.

Food, cloth, and iron tools have always been the most in short supply. It was not until the industrial era that it gradually lost its status as a substitute currency...

Huanghan Palace.

Zhu Cijiong finished the memorial on the table and stretched his waist.

He had just taken a deep breath and smelled a strong smell of food.

"Eunuch Liu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a fair-skinned woman standing beside him with a food box.

The visitor was Ding Jie, the daughter of Ding Wei, the supervisor of Qifeng Mountain Camp.

Because this girl has not been taken away by Zhu Cijiong, she has never picked up a woman's hair accessories.

Maybe I just took a shower and had a little wet long hair, and I casually tied it with a blue cloth strip.

A few broken hairs were slightly curled, scattered on both sides of the ears, and the bangs that were as close as their eyebrows were slightly curved.

The straight Yao nose, rosy lips, and fair face made Zhu Cijiong, who had not been close to women for several months, feel dry and dry.

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Cijiong picked up the tea from the desk and took a sip.
Chapter completed!