Song Mingyue

Chapter 48
Twenty thousand guan, in normal times, is enough to buy [-] shi of grain, but if the number is even more shocking, the slightly more attractive young maidservant can buy one to two thousand for about five to ten guan.

In the Song Dynasty, there was a case where two minister-level officials competed for a widow because the widow had won an inheritance of [-] guan.

Although the Zhao family is rich in the south of the Yangtze River, [-] guan is by no means a minority.Although any one of the four major mansions in the south of the Yangtze River will not hurt the muscles and bones, it will inevitably cause pain like cutting flesh.

It's just that in Zhao Hao's mouth, he said it so indifferently, and although Zhao Shiyu and his wife were a little surprised, they were still at ease.

In Zhao Hao's eyes, although money is not dung, it is far less valuable than merit.

The Prajna Heart Sutra, which recovered 1 point of health in ten days, stagnated after restoring the health to 70 in the Xuanwu Pavilion stage, and needed merit and reputation upgrades to further restore health.

Compared with personal health value, money is just a cloud after all.

For Zhao Shiyu and his wife, as long as the baby son is happy and healthy, there is nothing wrong with spending money to eliminate disasters and spending money to accumulate virtue. Although [-] Guan is a lot, it is not really to the point of cutting flesh.

It's just that the rich and powerful in the audience couldn't calm down anymore. You, the Zhao family, can let your precious son go crazy. Just this one baby boy.

Even Wang Hanzhi showed a look of disbelief. In his mind, the Zhao family would be satisfied if they could take out five thousand guan, but he didn't expect Zhao Hao to get [-] guan.

"Young Master Zhao, it's not simple...you are bold!"

Since that day when he heard Zhao Hao's hoarse shouts at the top of the city, his impression of Zhao Hao has changed a lot, and today his favorable impression of Zhao Hao has been refreshed again.

It's a pity that the identity of the clan is actually a bondage... The current emperor's attitude towards the clan is "the best is the honor, but not the responsibility". It is basically impossible to get out of the general.

The first to be touched were naturally the Xie family and the Wang family.

The intention of Wang Zhifu's invitation is self-evident. The three families are now regarded as a family, so naturally they have communicated secretly a long time ago, and the budget is only within [-] guan. They hit two and one was caught off guard.

Over there, Zhao Hao's uncle Xie Wen got up first and gave Zhao Hao a meaningful look.

"Thank you, ten thousand strings."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Tong, a senior official of the palace, also stood up slowly: "The Wang family, ten thousand guan."

It was not appropriate to offend his own uncle and his prospective father-in-law in a short time, but Zhao Hao did not regret it after all.

Thinking of the countless creatures hovering on the verge of life and death outside Jiangning City, Zhao Hao didn't think he was wrong.

Just don't forget your original intention and just have peace of mind. He didn't intend to be a well-rounded person who has both sides. That's not his style.

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind the silk curtain in the southeast corner, but it was no different from a thunderstorm, which exploded the entire lobby.

"All the officials are merciful and merciful, and Mei Lin admires them deeply, and is willing to give a thousand guan, and do a little bit of effort."

That voice was still so gentle and soft, without a trace of human fireworks, and it was heard in Zhao Hao's ears, but it was like the sound of heaven.

Layman Meilin, whose family has been in decline since she was a child, earns her living by playing the qin, although she is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River, she is only a famous performer, and now she is actually willing to contribute a thousand dollars, perhaps that is almost half of her wealth.

If it was said that Zhao Hao's big hand just now surprised everyone in the audience, Yang Fang's soft voice made all the upper class people in Jiangning feel ashamed.

Even Zhao Hao, at the beginning, was still complacent about his good deeds, but now he has become awe-inspiring,
The audience fell silent again in an instant.

After a long time, Lu Qing stood up slowly, and sighed slightly: "Layman Meilin, with a piano heart like jade, has unparalleled virtue and skill, which makes us ashamed. I am willing to donate three thousand guan to help the victims."

Immediately afterwards, everyone no longer hesitated, and expressed their opinions one after another, but no matter how embarrassing they were, they were embarrassed to be lower than a thousand guan.

Half an hour later, the audience has raised more than 12 yuan of money and food, which is enough to relieve Wang Hanzhi's urgent needs, and even distribute money and food to allow the victims to return to their villages and start farming again until the autumn harvest.

Wang Hanzhi finally let out a long breath.

Finally, with the statement of the Zheng family, the fundraising ended.

"The Zheng family, ten thousand strings."

The Zhao family took the lead, Xie and Wang were side by side, the Zheng family was naturally unwilling to be left behind, but Zheng Qing, the representative of the Zheng family, couldn't be the master, so he had to send people flying horses back to the house to report to the ancestors, so it was dragged to the end.

Wang Hanzhi, who hadn't thought about food and tea for days and was extremely anxious, now became refreshed and refreshed.

Of course, he naturally knew that Zhao Hao's contribution was indispensable.

"The righteous deeds of all the officials, on behalf of the tens of thousands of disaster victims in Jiangning Prefecture, I would like to express my deep gratitude... Mr. Zhao is kind-hearted and willing to do good. He is indeed a role model among the younger generation. Since Mr. Zhao is here today, why don't you leave a poem... "

Zhao Hao was still listening to Wang Hanzhi's compliments leisurely and cheerfully, but when he heard the words "Leave a poem", he felt a turmoil rushing through his heart.

Big brother, all my poems are copied, so I can just open my mouth, I treat you as a friend, but you are hurting me...

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Hao finally found a poem that was barely suitable for the occasion, and the verses were not fully remembered.

"Endless water and clouds are falling, and the flood is rising to the east of the river. The sky is high and the mulberry forest is praying. Hungry boy."

The dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing eight-line characters finally perfectly showed Mr. Zhao's romantic and handsome appearance.

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Zheng Mansion, Jingxinzhai.

Brothers Zheng Qing and Zheng Hong, Yin Yi, the leader of the Salt Gang, the three heads of the Salt Gang, and the butler of the Zheng Mansion, all stood hand in hand, respectfully standing in front of Zheng An.

Zheng An sat on the futon, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression seemed to be much older than it was a few months ago.

"I'm getting old, it's useless for you to wait. Is my Jiangning Zheng family really going to fall?" Zheng An's voice was less domineering and more embarrassing.

This kind of change started after learning that Zhao Hao had won the first prize in recruiting relatives, and the ancestors obviously felt deeply frustrated.

The crowd remained silent.

It might have been better if his father, Zheng Jin, was still alive. Now, they are no match for Xie Yun, Xie Wen, and Wang Tong, whether they are fighting openly or secretly, not to mention that the three families are now a family.

After a long time, Zheng An slowly opened his eyes and let out a creepy sneer.

"When you make a move, it's tens of thousands of tricks. The three families joined hands to force each other. Do you really think that the old man is going to die? Don't forget, most of the rice grain in Jiangnan is controlled by my Zheng family, and the rice grain in Jiangbei is all in the hands of my Zheng family." Under Huang Wenhu's control."

The eyes of Zheng Qing and the others suddenly showed light, and they all looked at Zheng An, waiting for his next words.

"The order is passed down. From now on, all rice grain stores are not allowed to sell all rice grains. No matter how high the price is, they can only enter but not exit."

"Save it, kid."

"Buy rice everywhere, the more the better, regardless of the price of rice, but if there is rice, you can buy it."

"Here."

There was a ferocious wolf-like look in Zheng An's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Take the pen and ink, I want to edit a book with my own handwriting, and you can hurry up and send it to Jiangbei immediately, there will be no mistakes."

"Here."

After giving three orders in succession, Zheng An signaled everyone to withdraw, leaving only Yin Yi, the leader of the Yan Gang.

Zheng An asked: "How about the matter of Yao Yin?"

Yin Yi respectfully said: "Fortunately, there are many victims of the disaster, and my subordinates have bought fifteen boys, and a hundred pairs of medicines have been assembled. Only on the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the celestial master will be able to cook for the old head. Elixir."

Zheng An's face softened, and he showed a strange smile: "It's done well, but you have to watch it carefully, and don't leak the wind."

"Subordinates save money."

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(End of this chapter)