Chapter 830: Everyone will prosper?

Kyoto's most popular teahouse, Fuquan Teahouse has changed hands again.

"Hey, shopkeeper, you're back!"

"Where did you go to make your fortune?"

"Where is your son?"

The shopkeeper returned to his hometown in high spirits.

In the past, he was like a stray dog. He sold his property and teahouse and left Kyoto.

Today, he came back in glory!

All of this is thanks to Duke Yun!

The tea drinkers are all familiar faces. Even though there has been some estrangement due to the passage of time, they can become familiar with each other again after a simple chat.

"Duke Yun has occupied the area north of the Yangtze River. He should be able to ascend the throne in a few days."

"Wow, it's been hundreds of years since the Queen appeared again!"

"She becomes the emperor, which is what the people want. But I don't know where the capital will be. Yunzhou or Kyoto?"

A tea drinker slapped his hands on the table and said loudly, "Of course it's Kyoto! For hundreds of years, the capital has always been Kyoto. In terms of territory, geographical location, population, and prosperity, how can Yunzhou compare with Kyoto?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a merchant shook his head and retorted: "Yunzhou is a place where dragons rise and it is changing with each passing day. It may not be long before it can catch up with the prosperity of Kyoto. Besides, when it comes to loyalty to Duke Yun, Yunzhou is hundreds of blocks ahead of Kyoto."

"I agree! And from a geographical point of view, Kyoto's location is not so good. It is across a river from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is always facing the risk of war. Yunzhou is different. The entire grassland is the territory of the Duke of Yun. Yunzhou is in the center. Who can fight there?"

"That's right. The trade route to the Western Regions passes through Yunzhou. It would be more convenient for merchants traveling west if the capital is located in Yunzhou."

The local residents of Kyoto were anxious: "Yunzhou is located inland and has no access to the sea. This is its biggest disadvantage! Do you know how much money you can make by going out to sea?!"

"Yunzhou!"

"Kyoto!"

"Yunzhou!"

Duke Yun hadn't even ascended the throne yet, and a group of people were arguing over where to locate the capital.

In the private room on the second floor, Huang Jincheng raised his glass with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Song, you are soaring up to the sky with the wind!"

Song Zhizhou walked to the window, closed it, and blocked out the noise downstairs. Then he turned back and sat down: "Congratulations."

The two of them flattered each other for a few words and then got straight to the point.

This time, Zhizhou Song came to see Huang Jincheng again for matters in the south.

Huang Jincheng said solemnly, "Our Huang family can take over the business of transporting supplies to the mausoleum. But the problem is that the stone source of the outer imperial mausoleum of Kyoto is very far away from Kyoto, so it may take some time."

Song Zhizhou chuckled, his narrow eyes full of smiles: "Mr. Huang is really honest in doing business."

Hmm? This tone doesn't sound like a compliment.

Prefect Song did not keep the secret and said directly: "Why not just pull the stones from the imperial mausoleum?"

What?!

The teacup in Huang Jincheng's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the wine spilled everywhere.

Pulling stones directly from the imperial mausoleum, what's the difference between this behavior and digging up people's ancestral graves?

This will definitely get people scolding you!

"Haha, Mr. Song really loves to joke." Huang Jincheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Song Zhizhou didn't laugh.

The smile on Huang Jincheng's face slowly faded, and his expression became more serious: "Are you serious?"

"I never joke."

Huang Jincheng picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The Huang family was already wealthy enough. Through their previous investment in Yunzhou, they had some respect in front of Duke Yun.

Is it necessary to dig up people's ancestral graves in order to make further progress?

If one of them fails, the Huang family will be shattered and infamous forever.

Song Zhizhou looked at the wine in the glass. It was crystal clear, with the fragrance of wheat. It looked like clear water in the white porcelain cup.

"Mr. Huang, to tell you the truth, you dug up the imperial tomb. Not only will Duke Yun not be angry, but he will remember your merit in his heart."

"Why?"

"The death of War God Gu is closely related to the late emperor. It can even be said that it was a trap set by the late emperor himself."

Huang Jincheng's eyes sparkled: "No evidence?"

“Yes, but no.”

Huang Jincheng understood that at this critical moment, digging up Gu Zhanshen’s past would only cause unrest and would not have any effect.

unless……

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"cheers."

The two of them ate and drank and had a very happy conversation. They agreed to go to Madam Yusheng's place together to enjoy some singing and dancing.

Madam Yusheng took in many of her former sisters and opened a Tingyu Tower, providing food and various singing and dancing.

The women in the building sell their art, not their bodies, and make a living from their skills.

Because of Madam Yusheng's reputation, Tingyu Tower's business gradually became prosperous, and many young girls were willing to go to the tower to enjoy singing and dancing.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of Tingyu Tower, I saw a commotion at the door.

At first, there were just one or two soldiers in armor pushing each other, but then somehow more and more people joined in the disturbance, and it eventually turned into a riot.

Unfortunately, Song Zhizhou and Huang Jincheng became the ones caught in the crossfire. They had their heads smashed and blood gushing out.

This riot was directly reported to the sky.

Inside the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion, a group of people were persuading Gu Nanxi that he should move his office to the Imperial Palace, with very sufficient reasons.

"Sir, the palace still has thousands of maids and eunuchs. They have no home to return to and nowhere to go. On weekdays, they are responsible for cleaning the palace. We feed them with rice and flour, but they only do this little work. What a pity!"

This is an exaggeration. With such a tight food supply, how is it possible to feed the palace maids with white rice and white flour?

But the daily food consumption of a thousand people is indeed a lot, and there are no masters in the palace, so how could there be so much hygiene to do?

Gu Nanxi felt a little distressed: "How about letting them all out?"

Cui Sanlun resolutely objected: "No. When you enter the palace in the future, someone will definitely be needed to take care of this mess. These palace maids are ready-made and experienced people."

Although they are both maids, the qualities of palace maids and maids outside are different.

The palace maid knew very well how to be a deaf and blind person, and how to be a decorative object with eyesight.

Especially after being baptized by the Emperor of the Great Zhou, anyone who was a little rash, a little tactless, or a little talkative would be ordered to be beaten to death by the Emperor of the Great Zhou.

It can be said that the abilities of the palace maids in the palace now have been tested by life and death.

Gu Nanxi listened to the advice and didn't say anything else.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement. These lights gathered into four big words: Yellow Robe!

Just when everyone was thinking about how to go about the process, a piece of news disturbed everyone's good mood.

A riot broke out in Kyoto City. Song Zhizhou and Huang Jincheng were injured in the riot, and soldiers from Yunzhou participated in it.