When he arrived at the palace, Song Chengxiu met Hua Wanchi alone as an emperor.
At this time, the young man who had always been very down-to-earth had some of the majesty of a superior.
Song Chengxiu's eyes were sharp: "I'm very curious, who are you?
"Your accent sounds like Youzhou. Could it be that you are from Youzhou?"
Hua Wanchi almost laughed out loud. In later generations, one still had to take exams to learn Mandarin, and most people in the south couldn't get rid of their dialect accents. She herself was not originally from the north.
What does it mean that when I speak Mandarin now, people think I speak with a Youzhou accent?
Her Mandarin is very standard!
After secretly laughing for a moment, Hua Wanchi said seriously, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. I am not from Youyan. My ancestral home is in Jiangxi."
Although Gan Province was only a part of Jiangnan West Road at that time and did not have a detailed and clear administrative division, the ancient people still had a general idea of the area when they said they were in Jiangxi.
Song Chengxiu nodded and said in a deep voice, "The south produces rice and mulberry silk, so it's no surprise that you can come up with these."
"How did you grow such a large amount of grain?" Song Chengxiu was really curious. After all, the imperial court would collect taxes. With such a large grain harvest in Daliang's territory, it was impossible not to report it.
Either...the upper and lower levels colluded to conceal the truth, or...Thinking of this, Song Chengxiu's eyes darkened.
Besides, such a wealthy businessman could not be unknown, and Hua Wanchi seemed to appear out of thin air. There was no wealthy family with the surname Hua in Jiangnan. Everything seemed strange.
Hua Wanchi had a calm smile on her face and did not intend to hide it. After all, she came here to make a deal.
"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter where my things came from. What matters is who will use them in the end.
Whether it's food, medicine, wood, cloth, pearls, or even steel, I have as much as you want, as long as Your Majesty pays the price."
Song Chengxiu looked at Hua Wanchi quietly, his eyes full of scrutiny and deep thought. After a long while, he said calmly:
"Why do you think you can negotiate with me?"
Hua Wanchi understood that this was, after all, an ancient imperial society, and no matter what, the emperor could decide a person's life or death with just one word.
However, Hua Wanchi smiled and said, "I am a humble person and naturally cannot compete with Your Majesty. But even if Your Majesty wants to kill me, you will never get what you want."
She wasn't afraid at all.
Song Chengxiu suddenly smiled, "Okay, then what do you want?"
Hua Wanchi looked Song Chengxiu in the eye without fear, and said confidently: "Imperial kiln porcelain, silk embroidery, gold and silver jewelry, wooden carvings, famous poems and paintings.
"What the common people want is not something you treasure."
"Okay," Song Chengxiu nodded calmly after hearing the answer, showing no emotion. "I want food, medicinal herbs, wood, and steel."
It seems that this emperor is not a tyrant who indulges in pleasure. Hua Wanchi thought secretly, these are things that the people need.
Hua Wanchi bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please give me a few empty warehouses."
Although Song Chengxiu could not defeat the ministers, he still had a lot of say at this time. With a single order, several large warehouses were quickly vacated.
Hua Wanchi and Song Chengxiu discussed their specific needs, including what kind of food they wanted, how much of each type of wood they needed, which medicinal herbs they needed, and even steel...
In short, in the end, Song Chengxiu looked at several large warehouses filled with what he wanted, and a very surprised expression appeared on his face.
He was not an emperor who would go back on his word, so he waved his hand.
"I believe you have special skills in transporting things. I will give you a few more warehouses. You can move whatever you want inside. Once they are empty, you can fill them up for me."
As for what to fill the warehouse with... the answer is of course self-evident.
After this trip, Hua Wanchi was very satisfied, and Song Chengxiu was also very satisfied.
As an emperor, he certainly would not allow such a person to be out of control and control resources that should be monopolized by the court, but Hua Wanchi was about to leave.
What does what happened next have to do with her?
Before leaving, Hua Wanchi met with Manager Huang.
There is no other reason.
The main thing is that she hasn’t received the skirt that she asked Manager Huang to make yet!
When Shopkeeper Huang saw her, he exclaimed in admiration, "Young Master's silks and satins are so strong! I wonder how such thick threads are made. Can I buy another batch?"
The silkworm seeds in the space are already very good, and they are fed well to be plump and white, so the silk they produce is thick and tough, but it does not affect the smooth and breathable effect at all.
However, the ancient times had its advantages. Although the silk threads were thinner in ancient times, the cloth woven from them was quite light and thin. When it comes to high-end fabrics such as silk, durability is not the most important thing.
Fragility is a luxury and a precious thing.
This is also why Hua Wanchi also collects silk from this era.
Shopkeeper Huang's supply problem has not been resolved yet, and it may continue with the power struggle between Song Chengxiu and the Prime Minister.
Hua Wanchi simply left her a large amount of silks, satins and threads, and that was all she could help with.
By the way, they also exchanged many of the private embroidery pieces in Manager Huang's private warehouse - if these were placed in modern times, any one of them would be priceless.
Finally, she did not forget little Song Yanxi, and left some fruits and fruit seedlings for the child that were not available at this time.
As for whether the ancients could grow it... hehe, she couldn't care less, since the planting method had been written down anyway.
When it comes to farming, the people of this land are afraid of no one.
She also gave Song Yanxi some fairy crystal fragments, for no other reason than that they looked good and were durable.
Then these shiny things were ruthlessly taken away by Concubine Huang. Song Yanxi looked at them with longing and reluctance.
Hua Wanchi simply kept a large bag - at least several dozen kilograms.
She has everything she needs, especially this thing. She can have as much as she wants. If she really can't afford it, she can ask her fellow seniors in the fairy world to give it to her.
At the very end, Hua Wanchi remembered the little girl Aya whom he met at the beginning.
Thinking that meeting her was a kind of fate, she simply went to that street to look for Aya again.
What a coincidence, Aya was still squatting on the street playing something, surrounded by a group of friends.
Hua Wanchi called out, "Aya, do you still remember me?"
Ah Ya turned around confusedly, thought for a moment, and cried out, "You are the rich young man who wants to rent a house!"
Hua Wanchi smiled and put a stack of folded papers into Aya's hands, "Give this to your mother, and I'll give you some candy."
Ah Ya's eyes immediately brightened, and he looked infinitely more alert than before. He immediately shouted, "I'll go right away!"
In a few seconds, she couldn't wait to run back. Seeing Hua Wanchi still standing there, she finally felt relieved.
Then he looked at Hua Wanchi eagerly, who smiled and took out a few pieces of malt sugar and stuffed them into the child's hand.
The little girl's face immediately lit up with a big smile.
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