Dingjiangshan

The guy doesn't know much about the Dongshan land.

Thinking about it, if Ning Zheng wanted to tamper with that area, it wouldn't be known to the world.

While talking, just as a new cargo ship entered the dock, Ning Huaijin took advantage of the opportunity to leave and took Wei Ji away from the dock temporarily.

"Young master." Wei Ji turned his head and looked at the pier from a distance. There was a loud shout over there, and he was unloading baskets of goods from the boat: "...Is there too many boats?"

Ning Huaijin only stayed at the pier for two days, and there were at least five or six waves of cargo ships coming in. Each time, there were a dozen or so ships full. Looking at the listings on the ships, they belonged to various merchants.

"The guy said that this wharf is only for salt, iron and grain, not counting other rare items." Ning Huaijin also looked back, and suddenly his face darkened, and said coldly: " ...these ships did not come with food."

"What?" Wei Ji squinted his eyes, built a pergola in front of his eyes with his hands, and tried his best to look around, but he couldn't see the doorway: "I see that the boats are almost the same."

"This ship has a lot of boxes, so when it is carried alone, the guys can't see the force." Ning Huaijin said: "But look carefully at the hull...the draft of these ships is too serious, it is completely I dare not lean against the pier for fear of running aground and injuring the ship."

"Really." Wei Ji clicked his tongue: "Then it's not food, it's—"

"It's iron." Ning Huaijin said.

Wei Ji didn't dare to say it, he clicked his tongue, took off the bamboo hat on his head and fanned the wind.

There were many people at the pier, Ning Huaijin turned sideways to pass by a passing small accountant, and winked at Wei Ji, the two of them turned into a small road at the next corner, and took a shortcut towards Huaiyu's pawnshop.

"The king of Changle is buying both grain and iron, so he is too courageous." Wei Ji muttered in a low voice, "If someone catches this and passes it to Beijing, it will be up to him whether he can keep his head." Say two."

"Do you think he's still afraid of losing his head?" Ning Huaijin asked back.

In the eyes of Prince Gong, it seemed that it was a certainty that the king of Changle had something wrong with him, so he didn't speak too politely.

After leaving the capital, Ning Huaijin also seemed to have shed an imperceptible shackle invisibly.The part of him that belonged to "Ning Huaijin" finally began to slowly emerge. Together with his frankness, likes and dislikes, he broke through the gap between the two titles of "Imperial Relative" and "Prince Gong".

It's just that neither Ning Huaijinhe nor Wei Ji noticed his little change that could hardly be traced.

"However, having said that, Ning Zheng may not really have the courage to rebel. I guess, these things are just the last layer of protection he added for himself. If it is not necessary, he will not take that road." Ning Zheng Huai Jin went on to say: "Although the Anqing Mansion is large, it is not enough compared to the imperial court. Even if the Xie's army in the frontier can't move without authorization in order to deter the Xiongnu, there are still soldiers from the state capital."

"It's hard to say." Wei Ji said, he was also born in the army, and he knows a little about these things: "The Anqing Mansion is on the edge of the Yangtze River, close to Haikou, and has close contacts with Jiujiang. If there is a fight in the future, As long as the Yangtze River is crossed and the two rivers are united, the east mouth of the Yangtze River can be controlled. This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Yangtze River runs across it, so it is difficult for Your Majesty to make a move."

"This method is self-protecting, and it will be difficult to break into the capital." Ning Huaijin shook her head and said, "If Ning Zheng wanted to rebel, he would not submit to the lord of a small country, he must be aiming at the throne." If he had a more secure way to enter the capital, he would not be so stupid as to raise an army to rebel and add a notoriety to the history books for nothing. No matter how bad things are in the capital, Ruan Yin will help him, so he will not be so broken. "

"Who knows." Wei Ji muttered, "The King of Changle wasn't very smart in the first place."

Ning Huaijin: "..."

It seems reasonable, Prince Gong thought.

It's useless to guess at home behind closed doors, Ning Huaijin thought about it, and decided to split up with Wei Jibing.Wei Ji went to check if there was anything strange about the burning of the granary in Anqing Mansion, and he wanted to see what was strange in the Dongshan field.

The granary of Anqing Mansion was built in a remote west corner of the city, not far from Changle Palace.The clerks in Huaiyu's pawn shop are all locals, if you go there rashly, it would be bad for someone with a heart to see it. It's not as good as a skilled stranger like Wei Ji, who can go there quickly and come back happily.

Wei Ji also knew the pros and cons of it, so he didn't procrastinate. He sent Ning Huaijin back to the pawn shop, changed his clothes, and went west of the city.

According to what the gang leader said, the land that Ning Zheng circled in Dongshan is not a secret. If young and middle-aged people are hired on the spot to take care of the medicinal materials, it must not be an iron bucket, and there should be opportunities to take advantage of it.

"Uncle Rong." Ning Huaijin said, "I heard people say that Ning Zheng opened a piece of land in Dongshan, do you know the situation?"

"Master, do you want to know about the medicinal field under Dongshan Mountain?" Uncle Rong closed the ledger in his hand, pressed the abacus on it, and said, "There is such a place, which has been enclosed for several years, and the medicinal materials and tea trees are planted in it."

"You know?" Ning Huaijin was a little surprised. He thought that even if Ning Zheng didn't hide it deliberately, he would at least guard against people outside when he did this kind of thing.

"When King Changle opened the land, this old slave has a heart." Uncle Rong smiled with narrowed eyes, bent down with difficulty, took out a small wooden box from under the counter, and patted the dust on it. : "Actually, the old slave thought that the king of Changle opened the land to hide invisible things, so he found two men to live in the East Village, thinking about whether he could find out some news... Catch up with the recruitment of the stewards of the palace, and our family's buddies also took advantage of the trend to get in."

Huaiyu's pawn shop is equivalent to Ning Huaijin's eyes in the Jianghu, and he is most able to work hard on these details on weekdays.The small wooden box in Uncle Rong's hand now contained the "black account" of Huaiyu's pawn shop. There were no transactions or bank notes in it, and it was filled with bits and pieces of news.

Uncle Rong rummaged through the box for a while, found a pamphlet the size of a palm, and held it to Ning Huaijin with both hands.

"This is recorded by our people." Uncle Rong said, "It is the trading frequency of Dongshan medicinal materials."

"Business?" Ning Huaijin asked while flipping through the brochure: "How did I hear that the medicinal materials in that field are used to nourish the princess?"

"That's how it was originally said." Uncle Rong said, "But after all, it's such a big piece of land, and the medicinal materials planted by Princess Wang can't be eaten by herself. I heard that those medicines are rare things from the other end of the Yuan River. There is nothing to grow in the north. So Changle King will keep half and sell the other half, and earn some pocket money."

"...Is he short of that little use?" Ning Huaijin read the booklet at a glance, not knowing whether it was a production problem or something, the number of medicinal materials there was not much, and after a few years, only such a thin amount had been accumulated. a small book.

"It's not a small amount." Uncle Rong smiled and pushed the abacus towards Ning Huaijin with a good temper, flipped the abacus on it casually, and calculated a number a few times: "Master, you Look, according to this figure, the annual harvest of that land is more than enough to support the daily expenses of the palace."

"Why are there so many?" Ning Huaijin asked, "What did he plant?"

"I heard that there are some very precious medicines in it." Uncle Rong said, "Our buddy originally wanted to get some out, and asked a doctor who knew medicine to show him, but he didn't know that although there were some crumbs on his clothes I brought it out, but I found a bunch of doctors, but no one knew the medicine, so I had to give up. However, listening to the chatter of the stewards over there, they said that those are good medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but they are too cold. Ordinary doctors rarely see it, and they don’t use it very much when prescribing prescriptions.”

Ning Huaijin knew little about pharmacology, and after much deliberation, she couldn't figure out what relationship Ning Zheng's princess had with promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

After much deliberation, he decided to go to Dongshan to have a look in person, so that he could rest assured.

Ning Zheng's actions in Anqing Mansion were not small. He stockpiled grain to buy iron, and even collected an unknown amount of banknotes. This is not a good omen.

The matter has come to this point, even if Ning Huaijin still feels awkward in her heart, she has already given up her mind at this moment, and doesn't care about "each to calm down".

He simply took a pen and wrote a letter to Ning Yan, putting all the knowledge of Anqing Mansion on paper, and sent the letter back to Beijing.

Ning Huaijin was always concise and to the point when performing, and explained things very clearly in a few words.At the end of writing, he had already put down his pen, but when he looked at the half page that was empty on the paper, for some reason, he suddenly felt unable to bear it.

If you don't count the hasty meeting before the crown ceremony, he and Ning Yan haven't seen each other for half a year.

Ning Yan is a very nostalgic child, Ning Huaijin has always known it.It is because of knowing this that he has been stubbornly trying to make him "calm down" in such a decisive and cruel way.

But half a year later, the young emperor still hadn't calmed down, and Prince Gong got over that cruelty first.

Back then when he let go of Ning Yan so willfully, he didn't care about Ning Yan's thoughts and face, nor his mood—maybe he thought about it, but the shock and anger at that time made him deliberately persuade himself not to think about it.

Ning Yan had been with him since childhood, and suddenly received such cold treatment from him, what would he think at that time, Ning Huaijin thought, whether he felt regret, or felt sad and sad.

——I should teach him well, Ning Huaijin thought, instead of just ignoring him, that would be no different from avoiding responsibility.

At this moment, Prince Gong subtly entered into a certain corner, and in a very strange situation, the logic was strangely self-consistent.He himself didn't find anything wrong with it, but sighed very seriously, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Ning Yan would be happy if he received his letter, Ning Huaijin thought—but what would he think if he opened the letter and found that there were only a few dry business sentences inside.

As soon as Ning Huaijin thought of Ning Yan's disappointment, she couldn't let go of her hand to get the sealing wax.

He hesitated for a moment, and fought his instinct for [-] rounds in the blink of an eye. In the end, his instinct won easily, kicking his "reason" that he had insisted on for several months into the gutter.

Ning Huaijin was so saddened by his own imagination, he pursed his lips, and couldn't help adding a stroke at the end of the letter.

"I don't know if His Majesty is well after leaving for a few months."