Halfway through the meal, he took out a thick red silk from his bosom and pushed it to Xianjin's side: "They are all silver banknotes. Baohezhai can exchange them, Qiujitang can also exchange them. Not only Xuancheng Prefecture, but also Huai'an Prefecture, Songjiang Prefecture, Chuzhou Prefecture... All the chambers of commerce in the city have expressed their intentions in it."
Xianjin turned around and took out a booklet from the drawer, saying he was going to write down the name list.
"What are you remembering? Last year we exempted taxes, the year before last we built a canal, and the year before last we fought the Tartars and the Japanese. The capital was not at peace either. Now we finally have a peaceful life, and we can't be too shabby for the sake of respectability. You come from a merchant family, so you know that business is not all about money-grubbing middlemen. You know which dynasty is good and which is bad. What's more, you have a relationship with Nanzhili. Anyone who doesn't support you is a coward!"
"Even Mr. Shang, who runs a printing workshop, Mr. Zhen on the river, and the three big families of the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce have contributed money."
Xiong Youyou put the money into Xianjin's arms: "It's not much, but it's a token of Nanfang's love."
The Ministry of Revenue has no money, but it still has to get things done.
It's not just the coronation ceremony, there are also military training, dike building, snowstorm relief for victims, city repairs... It's a new dynasty, so what doesn't cost money?
Xianjin accepted it.
Well, just think of it as them buying original shares.
Xiong Youyou fell back comfortably. "My uncle urged me so much. I wanted to go to Beijing after the New Year. But he urged me so much that he said, 'You guys are leaving before the end of the twelfth lunar month?'"
Xianjin nodded: "Yes, we have to go to the northernmost part, the Nurgan Commandery."
Xiong Youyou smacked her lips, "I heard that the original Lord Feng was dismissed from his post, and you two really can't sit still. You left the prosperous capital and insisted on going to a cold place... Young Master Qiao is also willing to follow you around the country without any status or position?"
Xianjin:?
She made it sound like she was denying the eating.
Haven’t eaten yet!
"What do you mean you follow me without any status? There are Tartars in the northwest, Japanese in the east, and a Rakshasa in the north. He is going to train troops and guard the city, and I am going to do business with the Russians and break through the wall of Shanhaiguan. We all have our own things to do." Xianjin also ate a sweet potato: "What's more, I promised that I would give him an explanation when the situation in the court stabilizes."
Xiong Youyou remembered that she had taught Xianjin to "bite Qiao Baoyuan to death and never let go"...
It's superficial, really superficial.
Xiong Youyou laughed, sighed, and was a little disappointed: "In the past, when we were very young, we were in your original shop, making tea and roasting peanuts. Now your bloodline has seen the light of day, Qiao Hui survived the disaster and rose to a high position, and Chen Jia Erlang also passed the imperial examination. He was obviously the second place in the imperial examination, but he asked to go to the most difficult Yumen Pass to be a seventh-rank county magistrate..."
Time is such a funny thing.
Xianjin also leaned back.
The word Jing County is a bit far away from her.
It was like the days of rebirth after death, with glass shards mixed with rock sugar, but when I looked back, they melted away in the gentle time.
"The Chen family..."
Xianjin smiled.
Xiong Youyou also smiled: "Chen family."
"The old lady from the Chen family also passed away years ago." Xiong Youyou said.
Xianjin nodded. She knew about this. When Chen Fu went back, she also observed a hundred days of mourning in the capital - this was a favor. No matter how many twists and turns there were, it was undeniable that the Chen family had provided her with food for more than ten years.
"Before she passed away, the old lady pounded the bed and couldn't speak. She called Chen Erlang to her bedside and talked to him for a long time, saying that she regretted, that she was sorry to him, and that if she could do it again, she would say all kinds of things." Xiong Youyou was the one who knew Xianjin best during the Xuancheng period. She smiled and shook her head as she spoke: "The old lady must have heard about your extremely wealthy status. Before she got sick, she urged Chen Erlang to come to the capital to study and find you. After she got sick, she regretted it every day."
Xianjin said nothing.
There is a kind of storybook that makes everyone who has ever made things difficult for the protagonist beat their chests and stamp their feet, and have a miserable end.
She didn't want to be the protagonist, nor did she want to sing this kind of script.
The boat has passed through thousands of mountains.
Other people's regret or guilt has nothing to do with her.
Xianjin raised his eyes and looked at the heavy camphorwood boxes stacked among the flowers.
As for life, if you firmly believe that it is full of twists and turns, then it is a bumpy road; if you firmly believe that it is a smooth road, then it will definitely be smooth sailing.
My life is in my own hands, not in the hands of others, not in the hands of heaven, not in the hands of fate, not in the hands of luck.
Only by me.
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