Chapter 420 Agreeing to Sell the Gun
"You called her Wanwan, too?" Ye Tingxiao looked at Yu Hanyan unhappily, "My wife only swore brotherhood with the Ninth Princess, but not with you."
"Then let's become sworn brothers right away! I have no objection." Yu Hanyan put on a rogue face again, "Anyway, Doctor Du is my sister. I have already determined it in my heart."
Du Wanwan held her forehead with her hand. She really didn't want to pay any attention to Yu Hanyan anymore. It was really speechless.
"I'm going to the People's Clinic to open a clinic. Yu Hanyan is recuperating at home, and Ye Tingxiao will go with me."
Yu Hanyan insisted on following: "I said I wanted to be a medicine boy at the People's Clinic. I can't break my promise. I'll go too."
Ye Tingxiao glared at him: "Are you sure your injuries are okay?"
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. As long as I don't move my left hand, it will be fine." Yu Hanyan insisted on following, not giving in. "You said you would be my sister's medicine boy, and you must be one. You can't go back on your word."
Du Wanwan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and felt that it was too much trouble to talk to him. Not only was he a social bull, but he also loved to act like a rogue and talk a lot of nonsense, and he never stopped talking all day.
The patients who came to see the doctor were all surprised to see a handsome pharmacist in the People's Clinic. They all came up to talk to him, and he didn't mind. In a short time, he remembered who was Old Man Zhang and who was Aunt Li who sold fried peanuts on the front street, not Aunt Li who sold tea on the left street.
Who is Wang Erniang, who is Yang Xiaolu, the daughter of Yang Sanjia, and even what the patient's family does for a living, how many people are in the family, what illness they come to see, and where they live.
Du Wanwan didn't have time to care about him. He could talk to whoever he wanted. Anyway, he was wearing shabby clothes and a shabby hat, so no one would associate him with the missing third prince of southern Xinjiang.
In the west of the city, she knows everything about the slightest movement, but she has no idea about anything outside the west of the city.
Unless you pay special attention, it is difficult to find out any information.
Wangjun Tower has already sent Aunt Hua and Xiaoqi to find out how much money is needed to redeem Yuehe so that she can prepare it and bring it over.
She played "Ten Sides of Ambush" very well. She must have worked very hard to learn to play the pipa when she was young. I wonder who tricked her into coming to the capital.
In the end, she was sold to a brothel, which was quite miserable.
After working as a medicine boy in the People's Medical Clinic for a day, Yu Hanyan got along well with all the patients. No matter they were old men or women, little babies in their arms, or young girls and wives, they all liked him very much.
Du Xiuxiu felt that this man was really amazing and she admired him very much.
It took him so long to get familiar with the clinic, but he managed to get it done in just one day.
Du Wanwan and Ye Tingxiao ignored him and let him do what he wanted.
Aunt Hua went to deliver a letter to the prince. It was written by Ye Tingxiao. She told him about Yu Hanyan's situation and finally asked him what to do and whether to introduce him to the emperor.
After receiving the letter, the prince went directly to the imperial study and handed Ye Tingxiao's letter to him.
"The Third Prince of Southern Xinjiang came to the capital of Wei? And he was almost assassinated in Wangjun Tower?" The emperor finished reading the letter, threw it on the desk, and looked up at the Crown Prince Ouyang Jing. "Jing'er, do you think his request can be met? Why didn't he ask for help from Dongchen Kingdom? Why did he come to us for help?"
The prince thought for a moment and replied, "Doctor Du saved the life of the Ninth Princess of Southern Xinjiang while fleeing from famine, and the two became sworn sisters.
They came here for Doctor Du. If we in Dawei can’t find it, they might ask Doctor Du to go to Dongchen to buy it.”
The emperor stood up and walked around in his study, thinking silently, and then asked: "Should we sell it or not?"
"Sell it, you must sell it." Ouyang Jing expressed his opinion, "Father! Zhongyuan told me this because he hoped that this business would not be lost.
The Wei Dynasty has been at war for years, and selling weapons can also be considered as generating revenue for the treasury. If we disagree, this business will fall to Dongchen."
Looking back at his son, the emperor said nothing. He sat down and thought, and felt that his son was right. Weapons trading was indeed a quick way to make money, but what if Southern Xinjiang produced firearms in the future?
He told the crown prince about his doubts, but the crown prince said, "Father! This thing is not that easy to make. As long as we don't get the formula for the saltpeter, it's impossible to make a musket."
"Ye Tingxiao said that?" The emperor was shocked. He pondered for a moment, but still worried, "Didn't the saltpeter mix come up with the Dongchen people? What if they go to Dongchen to buy it?"
The prince smiled and shook his head: "Dongchen will not sell it to them, father is worrying too much. Nanjiang and Dongchen are also neighboring countries. If the emperor of Dongchen has any brains, he will not sell such advanced weapons to others.
We have to make three rules when we sell to them. We can’t sell more than the number of people in the Southern Xinjiang Emperor’s Self-Defense Force. We can’t sell more than that.”
The emperor went over the idea several times in his mind and felt that the prince was right. If he could not get the saltpeter solution and could not produce saltpeter, the musket would be useless and would be just a decoration.
If this is the case, it is not impossible to sell a batch to southern Xinjiang, which will just alleviate the fiscal deficit.
"I'll leave this matter to you. You and Ye Tingxiao should discuss what to do."
"Thank you, Father!"
Ouyang Jing curled his lips and bowed to the emperor. Looking at his son, the emperor sighed inexplicably.
"Jing'er! You should keep an eye on the things outside from now on. Your father is tired and doesn't want to care about it anymore. I plan to abdicate after you have become familiar with it for a year or two and can suppress the demons and monsters in the court."
Suddenly hearing his father talking about this, Ouyang Jing felt no surprise, only bitterness. Ye Tingxiao said that his father had a hard life. Thinking about it carefully, his life was indeed not easy.
He proposed to abdicate before his death. It was probably because he was heartbroken by Wei Hanyi and her son, which made him anxious and had no intention of taking care of the government.
"Father! You are still in good health. There is no need to abdicate in a hurry. I can assist you."
"Forget it. Doctor Du said that being an emperor is a dangerous job and listed many dangers. I think she is right." The emperor took a sip of the tea and smiled. "Especially when she said that dangerous jobs should not be placed on an old man like me, and young people should be allowed to charge into battle and fight to the death."
Ouyang Jing's heart tightened: "Doctor Du is so bold to say that, isn't she afraid that the emperor will blame her?"
"She is an ordinary person, and she said this from the perspective of a doctor. Every word she said was for my health. Don't I know the difference between good and bad?" The emperor looked at the prince, "Why? Are you not happy to take on the responsibility?"
"I am not unhappy, but I am still young and I am afraid that I will not make good decisions on many things. I still need your guidance."
The emperor nodded and said, "Don't worry! Even though I abdicated, I am still the Supreme Emperor. If there is anything that cannot be solved, I will naturally step in.
You go back and discuss with Ye Tingxiao to complete the deal in Southern Xinjiang and earn some money. Doctor Du is really amazing. She is actually a sworn sister to the Ninth Princess of Southern Xinjiang.
If the firearms deal is successful and the crisis in the royal court of Southern Xinjiang is resolved, wouldn't Southern Xinjiang be grateful to her?
Dongchen, Dawei, and Southern Xinjiang are all entangled because of her. There will be no war for at least the next ten years."
(End of this chapter)
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