Chapter 828 This is called the maximum utilization of resources

Gu Nanxi and Cui Sanlun both thought Yulang’s suggestion was very good.

Three days later, Gu Nanxi called Cui Sanlun, Yulang, Song Zhizhou, and Su Xuanming over.

There were more than a dozen large wooden boxes in the room, each of which could fit a person.

Gu Nanxi opened a box, which contained antiques, calligraphy and paintings. "Ahem, when we do business with Nanmian, we must be willing to do so and keep it steady for a long time. Godfather, you have more knowledge than me in calligraphy and painting. Please help me to check whether the calligraphy and paintings are real or fake."

Nothing can pave the way as effectively as using money.

In the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not every official was incorruptible and regarded money as dirt.

Cui Sanlun has been immersed in calligraphy and painting for many years, and he can tell at a glance that these are authentic works.

But the problem is that these calligraphy and paintings are very familiar and should belong to someone.

"Nan Xi, this painting of 'Lady with a Hairpin' by Zhou Fang shows a plump woman with a graceful temperament. It was definitely painted by him. But why do I remember it was painted by Lord Li?"

Gu Nanxi looked away guiltily.

What can I say? She is not thick-skinned enough and is too embarrassed to say it out loud with confidence.

Yulang had no such concerns: "Who cares who had the painting before? As long as we know that it is in our hands now, that's enough. Lord Lan from the Ministry of Finance is in charge of the grain case. He also likes "Ladies with Flowers in Their Hairpins". This painting was originally his collection. Later, his son was framed by Li's eldest son and used this painting as a bet, but he lost the bet. So this painting fell into the hands of Li Gelao."

Cui Sanlun understood what Yulang meant, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around it: "This is not good. They are both officials in the same court. If people knew about this..."

"What are you afraid of? We are returning the property to its original owner! We are making the most of the resources!" Yu Lang said righteously.

Cui Sanlun was hesitant: "Yan Zhenqing's "Duobao Pagoda Stele" is vigorous, heavy and majestic, and is the favorite of Mr. Huang, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue."

Yu Lang raised his eyebrows at Song Zhizhou, why don't you write it down quickly? !

Song Zhizhou had an idea and probably guessed what he was going to do next, so he hurriedly asked the servant to get paper and pen.

Box after box of calligraphy and paintings had their owners determined.

Next up is gold.

This was what Gu Nanxi took out herself: "There are a lot of calligraphy and paintings, so use the gold sparingly."

Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times.

When the Zhou court fled south, most of the things they took away were gold and silver.

Magistrate Song nodded.

Yu Lang smiled helplessly. It was hard to be poor. His cousin had suffered so much over the years. "Okay, let's gather them together and see how much it will cost. Not every official needs to be bribed. Some are greedy, some are lustful, and some are timid. Everyone has their own weaknesses."

Who in the whole world knows the true colors of the officials of the Great Zhou better than these people from the Imperial City Bureau?

With Yulang's assistance, everyone had a rough plan for the southbound transaction.

The next question is who goes to the south and how?

This is indeed a big problem.

The Zhou Dynasty court kept a close eye on the north and would rather cut off trade routes than let the north take advantage.

Merchants said that both water and land routes were blocked, and the blockades lasted twelve hours a day without interruption.

Su Xuanming pondered and got inspiration from the storybook of Yunzhou Weekly.

"Why not put the paintings and gold into the coffin and go south in the name of a funeral? They can stop merchants, but they can't stop the dead who want to rest in peace, right?"

Yulang touched Su Xuanming's head lovingly.

Somewhat clever, but not much.

Yu Lang looked at Gu Nanxi and said with a hint of meaning: "Da Lang still needs experience."

As the eldest son of Duke Yun, Su Dalang is the future heir from a legal perspective.

But he had been imprisoned in Kyoto for too long, and his life experience and vision were limited to the small city of Kyoto.

This flaw was fatal to him.

It is also fatal to the entire northern political group.

An heir who is unworthy of the position will only bring about a struggle for imperial power.

The virtue here does not only refer to moral conduct, but also includes the corresponding abilities.

There is nothing wrong with Su Xuanming's character; what is problematic is his experience.

Gu Nanxi met Yulang's eyes and her heart sank.

Yu Lang retracted his gaze and explained, "If the coffin is filled with gold, the wheel marks will immediately show that something is wrong. If it is loaded on a boat, the boat will have a deep draft."

Under normal circumstances, no one would observe so carefully.

But now, no!

Su Xuanming sighed and understood why Yulang said that he lacked experience.

If the dark one doesn’t work, how about the light one?

Send an exchange delegation from the north to negotiate with the south?

Su Xuanming shook his head. Not to mention how many people would be watching the northern exchange delegation, just the cowardly temper of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. What if he really didn't care and killed the delegation? Would the North and the South fight or not?

It's really worrying.

All trustworthy people have their names registered in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and anyone who dares to show up in the south will be arrested.

Song Zhizhou thought for a long time and finally thought of someone: "We can't go through, but there are people who can go through openly."

"who?"

"Huang Jincheng!"

The Huang family's business spread all over the place, even to Xixia and Tubo.

Surely they would find a way to get south.

Cui Sanlun frowned: "Others can go, but how can we transport the money and food back?"

Song Zhizhou smiled and said, "The Huang family has many business dealings with the richest man in Jiangnan. The day before yesterday, when I was having a drink with Huang Jincheng, I heard him talk about it. The Empress Dowager is old and her health is not as good as before. In addition, she is tired from traveling by boat and often worries about what will happen after her death."

Like mother, like son; like son, you can tell the parents.

The Empress Dowager felt that her time was up, so she wanted the young emperor to find a way to send her back to Kyoto. She wanted to be buried in the imperial mausoleum to accompany the late emperor.

Isn't this asking too much?

If the young emperor had the ability to send an empress dowager to Kyoto, they would have gone north and recaptured Kyoto long ago!

Perhaps the fear of death can indeed change a person.

The empress dowager, who was a vegetarian, frugal and reasonable person on weekdays, was particularly stubborn when it came to the arrangements for her afterlife.

She and the young emperor had quarreled over this matter many times, and she even made a bold statement: "If you don't send me back, I will write a letter to Gu Nanxi! She will definitely send someone to take me back to Kyoto because of our long-term friendship."

These words really hit the young emperor right in the heart!

What does that mean?!

As a mother, she felt that her son was unreliable and wrote a letter to his mortal enemy! Isn't this like slapping the emperor in the face in front of the whole world?

When the young emperor got angry, didn't he just want to enter the imperial mausoleum? Okay, I'll build one for you in the south!

As for wanting to accompany the late emperor...

But forget it now. If the late emperor knew that you had ignored Gu Nanxi for many years, causing her to forget her old feelings and take over your place, and she succeeded, he would jump out of his grave and divorce you!