Datang Fenghua Road

These students stamped the war bonds with the purpose of making it clear that they were using their names to testify to this woman. At the same time, they were also secretly seeking favor from those who would be responsible for the exchange in the future, hoping that they could give women more care.

"There are still many good people in the world!" Han Yue sighed with emotion, and suddenly a sense of satisfaction emerged in his heart, and said, "There are more good people under this king's family..."

What he said was ignorant, and the surrounding people didn't understand what he meant. Han Yue suddenly laughed, and then said: "This king has set a three-fold guaranteed return on the war bond, but Li Ke has violated the rules and set a five-year guarantee for you. Bei, all those stinky boys in the research institute put a seal on it. Every time they stamped a seal, they wanted the person who exchanged it to add a favor. These guys would never have thought that in the end, this certificate would fall into the hands of this king. "

The woman's heart suddenly felt abrupt, and she said with panic: "His Royal Highness, the slave family does not dare to ask for so much, as long as there are [-], I don't want three times, and I don't dare to ask for five times, the slave family really doesn't know how little Five times the amount given by the gentleman, I didn't mean it, the slave family really didn't mean it..."

No matter how much a woman rushing around, she still has fear in her bones, especially the rough and dreary experience she suffered. She seems to be very strong, but she is actually very timid. When she encounters a problem, she will scare herself first, and her face will turn pale unconsciously.

Han Yue hurriedly coughed and explained gently: "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, this king was just joking, I am not angry with the boy who made the bond for you, nor the disciple who gave you the seal. In fact, this king is very pleased. , I think I have taught a group of conscientious students..."

He didn't dare to drag it any further, he pondered with the five bonds, and suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, the weather in Huainan Road is hot and humid, it's not easy to get rid of the fur, and it's extremely poor there, and it's not good to come to ginseng and other things. Selling, this king has come up with a way to help my sister-in-law exchange for the best income!"

The woman was overjoyed, her eyes glowing with eagerness.

Han Yue turned his head and waved to a foot soldier, and said warmly: "You have been stationed here for many days, do you know that there is a Koryo family that manages livestock in the city?"

The infantry's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "Your Highness really knows the national conditions of Goryeo. There are indeed many people who raise cattle and horses in Anshi City, but there is a very strange thing. We in Datang raise cattle to cultivate the land. They raise cattle for meat..."

Han Yue nodded with a smile, and said lightly: "Datang raises cattle, and the specialty here in Koryo is a kind of beef cattle. This cattle is not good for pear farming, but the meat is abnormally plump, which is just right for this sister-in-law to exchange."

The foot soldiers were puzzled, and the woman was also very puzzled, Han Yue laughed, suddenly got up and patted his butt, and shouted at the surrounding people, "Are there any folks who want to come over from Huainan Road? Everyone is a good deal, you all bring the war bonds, I guarantee you five times ten times the return, and you can continue to..."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and suddenly a hundred or ten people rushed out, hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, we are all from Huainan Dao."

Han Yue clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, bring all the bonds, this king will teach you how to make a fortune!"

The foot soldiers who had already helped came over, took the bonds in the hands of the people who were willing to exchange the proceeds, and stood respectfully behind Han Yue.

Han Yue didn't hesitate, took the woman's five bonds and smiled: "Sister-in-law, you have fifty bonds here, which can be exchanged for about twelve Korean beef cattle. This king will open a back door for you, and I will allow you to exchange for two bulls. Ten cows, after that, send a team of soldiers to escort your people in Huainan Road to enter the customs, and then you form a team to drive the cows home slowly!"

The woman was a little confused and said, "Your Highness wants us to go home and raise cattle?"

"Wrong, this king asked you to go back and kill the cows..."

Chapter 463 Third-hand preparation?What is it?

"Killing a cow?" The surrounding people shuddered subconsciously, and the woman's face was full of panic, as if she was about to cry: "Your Highness, killing a cow is a serious crime, and it will be taken to the official family for interrogation!"

Han Yue was slightly startled, he hadn't thought about this question.

The woman said pitifully: "The management in my hometown is particularly strict. There was a wine shop that sold sick beef that fell to death. As a result, the shop owner was sentenced to three years in prison and all the money he got was confiscated. The shop was originally from ten miles away. A well-known rich man in Baxiang, but because of this lawsuit, the whole family collapsed in an instant, his wife sold the land to save him, and his daughter married into the poorest mud village..."

She couldn't help shivering when she said this, and said in fear: "My family can't kill cows, my family absolutely can't kill cows. Your Highness, please return the bonds to me. I don't want those income from my family. I only ask for fifty pennies. Ok?"

Han Yue couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling that he was doing bad things with good intentions.

At this moment, someone suddenly whispered: "President, you are really in a hurry, not to mention whether killing a cow will be punished, just buying and selling these people at a loss can't bear it."

Han Yue turned his head slowly, and found a fifteen or sixteen-year-old scholar standing behind him, holding a roll of account books in his hand, wearing the uniform school uniform issued by the research institute, with the typical shyness and restraint of a teenager on his face , However, when speaking, there is a sense of self-confidence from the heart.

Han Yue laughed and beckoned: "Come over and sit down, and tell this king the truth!"

"Don't dare!" The little scholar hastily cupped his hands, blushing, "The dean is knowledgeable, and the students don't dare to fight against others. The disciple just reminded me not to criticize, I just provided the dean with a reference for governance..."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the corner of his clothes, and said sternly: "As for reasoning in front of you, this is not something that a student can have. If you tell the seniors in the academy, I'm afraid they will spray me with blood!"

Han Yue smiled leisurely and encouraged: "It's okay, in the past, Confucius had a cloud, three people walk, there must be my teacher, there is no all-knowing and almighty saint in the world, and this king is not a saint, I also have places that I can't see, and I also have thoughts. When it is not comprehensive, you can talk about your thoughts, and we master and apprentice will find a way out for the people together."

The little scholar still has some period of Ai Ai. Obviously, there is a hint of introversion in his personality. Just now he hid behind and dared to speak out, but now he is stared at by Han Yue but has no courage.

Han Yue's eyes were gentle, and he suddenly said with deep meaning, "Are you from Huainan Dao?"

The little scholar nodded quickly and said loudly, "Reporting to the dean, this disciple is from Huainan Dao!"

He looked at Han Yue with deep admiration, and said softly, "The student lost both parents when he was young. Five years ago, he followed the old beggar in the village to Chang'an to escape the famine, and happened to meet the dean who led the people out of the customs to establish a mutual market. The disciple is just a ten-year-old ignorant little beggar. Before the old beggar who led me died of illness, he grabbed my hand and made me keep up with the migratory army of the dean no matter how hard it was. Otherwise, a ten-year-old baby would definitely be begging. starve."

The little scholar's eyes were clearly filled with sparkling tears, his tone gradually became choked up, and he whimpered: "That was a year when students changed their lives, if not for your research institute, students really don't know where they would be now, maybe they would have died long ago. on the way to begging."

Han Yue reached out and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but suddenly his eyes flickered slightly, and he joked: "This king almost did something wrong, you girl is not good, you are wearing a boy's school uniform, so I didn't notice it for a while."

The little scholar wiped the corners of his eyes. Although there were tears in his eyes, he smiled sweetly and said, "The dean is like a father in the hearts of the students. It's okay if you pat me on the shoulder. The disciple has not yet reached the age of robe, so you can treat me as a daughter. …”

Han Yue nodded, and finally reached out his hand, but instead of patting the little scholar's shoulder, he gently stroked her forehead, and said leisurely, "This king has already adopted two righteous daughters, you and I are not father and daughter. Fate, but don't be sad, since ancient times, there has been a father-son friendship between teachers and students."

The little scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, her forehead was caressed by Han Yue's big hand, her little face showed a look of enjoyment and admiration, and she said softly, "The dean caresses my top, and my hair is longevity..."

Han Yue laughed, and slapped her head on her forehead, pretending to frighten: "The little guy actually changed the poems, it's obviously the immortal who caressed my head and gave me longevity, this is the book of poems compiled by this king, you But don't bully me and forget."

The little scholar smiled sweetly, and said with a smile: "In the eyes of my disciples, the dean is an omnipotent immortal. You have given me longevity by pulling my disciples out of the sea of ​​suffering." There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but her face was full of tears. with happiness.

"Naughty!"

Han Yue gently tidied her forehead hair, feeling that this is a lively and cheerful girl. I saw her introverted before, presumably because of her miserable childhood experience.

"My children in the Tang Dynasty live too hard. I really hope they can grow up happily. Don't be as bright as you, but end up being devastated by poverty, and finally develop a cautious and introverted character..."

The little scholar was silent for a long time before he said quietly: "The president's heart, the disciple understands, but unfortunately we are still too slow in learning, and we can't help you accomplish great things."

Han Yue's eyes were leisurely and he said solemnly: "There are thousands of major events in the world, and they all come from small things. We master and apprentice work hard bit by bit, and there will always be a day when we will accumulate more."

The little scholar bowed his hands and said solemnly: "If you listen to the teacher's words, if you hear the voice of the sages, the disciple must bear in mind the teachings of the dean, and I will try my best to do things bit by bit."

"Very good!" Han Yue nodded slowly, his eyes showing memories, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman next to him, and asked the little scholar, "Just now, this sister-in-law is afraid of the crime of killing cattle, but you put your mind on it. In terms of business losses, this king has thought about it for a long time and has not figured it out, and while the sun is still early, please tell me the truth."

The little scholar smiled and said shyly: "Actually, the reason is very simple, mainly because of poverty!"

"Poor?" Han Yue's face was slightly startled, and he had some guesses in his heart.

The little scholar sat meekly on the steps below Han Yue, raised his face and looked at Han Yue and said, "Our Huainan Road has always been poor, and it is the three major poverty-stricken places in the Tang Dynasty. These three places are Hebei Road, Lingnan Road, and Huainan Road. Among them, Hebei Road is poor because of the war, Lingnan Road is poor because of its remoteness, and our Huainan Road is because there are many rivers in the territory, the people are poor, and there is no boat to cross the river, so many people live in their villages all their lives and never leave their hometowns until they die. within twenty miles."

Han Yue nodded slowly and thoughtfully said: "If people can't travel far, there will be a lack of business travel, and if the business industry is not developed, guarding the land of fish and rice will also be poor!"

The little scholar gave a "hmm" and sighed quietly: "So Huainan Road has been poor since ancient times..."

She glanced at Han Yue, and then explained: "The disciple just said that the common people lose money in business is the truth. You let this sister-in-law exchange for the slaughter of beef cattle. Although you have opened a back door for her, she still loses money when she goes back. The ox can be sold for five pieces, but it is not worth the money after slaughtering!"

The more she spoke, the more courageous she became, and her little face gradually showed an air of confidence, and she added, "Dean, let's set up an analogy, if one ox is [-] catties, after slaughtering, there will be almost [-] catties of beef. How much profit can you make?"

Han Yue frowned and smiled bitterly, pretending to be angry: "You know that this king doesn't like math, but you dare to ask me about my income. The little girl should fight. You should quickly give the answer, and this king will listen."

The little scholar grinned, revealing two small white tiger teeth, and said mischievously, "The dean is erudite, and the academy's mathematics is still handed down by you. How can you say that you hate arithmetic?"

Han Yuehu frightened her with a face, and hummed: "Don't talk nonsense, that math textbook is written by Master Wang, that is, your master Ziyang, you must not mix it up and make people laugh. Don't make trouble, little baby, hurry up. Continue to tell this king..."

The little scholar giggled and covered his mouth with his hand: "The dean is the most deceiving!" She quietly rolled her eyes and said slyly, "If you ask me, it will be fine, but the students will soon be ready, Tang women. I don't have a name, but my disciple wants to be like a man. I also want to have a word. It's a pity that no one dares to give this word to a woman, but you can definitely do it, Dean."

In ancient times, men had characters, which were usually given by their elders, but women were poor and lowly in status, let alone given characters. After they got married, they could only be called a certain clan.