938 gap, soon you won't be able to laugh anymore
How much money was involved in the gambling? How much difference did Su Wenqing have? Just do the math and you'll know.
The total amount of gambling money accumulated from the gambling game was more than 10 million taels. After deducting the two layers of taxes paid to the Dongling treasury, there was still more than 8 million taels. This amount of money was the total income of the Dongling treasury for several years. The amount was so large that it was impossible to count it.
Excluding the few hundred thousand taels, even if it's eight million taels, taking out 10% of the 720,000 taels used to help the poor people, and then deducting Feng Qingchen and Su Wenqing, the half of the silver that can be shared is 360,000 taels, which means Su Wenqing has a difference of 6.92 million taels.
Of course, Su Wenqing was not completely broke. The Su family's shop could raise two million taels of silver. Su Wenqing's real shortfall was only about five million taels of silver.
You said five million taels is not a lot, Feng Qingchen can get it by just selling a few thousand boxes of pregnancy-preserving medicine, but the prerequisite is that you have pregnancy-preserving medicine to sell and there must be such a large market.
Five million taels of silver is not something that can be raised in the blink of an eye. Even with the strength of Beiling as a whole, it would be difficult to raise so much silver in a short period of time.
Besides, besides Feng Qingchen, who else in this world can do that kind of business without capital and earn that kind of money without capital? Su Wenqing has a reason for worrying about money...
On the day of the competition, everyone was very nervous. From the housekeeper to the maid who swept the floor, everyone in the Feng Mansion cheered for Feng Qingchen when they saw her. It wasn't because they had bet a lot of silver or wanted to earn some money, but as servants of the Feng Mansion, they of course hoped that Feng Qingchen would win.
"Girl, you will definitely win." This is what Chunhui and Qiuhua said when they got up in the morning.
"Miss, we believe you." This is what Tong Jue and Tong Yao said when they went to check on the secret guard maid and Yun Xiao.
"Feng Qingchen, don't be so embarrassed." This was said by Yun Xiao who was lying on the sickbed.
"Feng Qingchen, oh no, Master, you must not lose, otherwise I can't afford to lose face." These were the original words of the master of Xuanyi Valley.
The housekeeper was afraid that Feng Qingchen would be nervous, so he only said one sentence when Feng Qingchen left: "Miss, just do your best, we will wait for you to come back."
The meaning was clear: wait for Feng Qingchen to come back and celebrate the success.
It’s no wonder that everyone is so optimistic about Feng Qingchen. It’s because Feng Qingchen’s riding skills are so good, and they have been proven in practice.
Although the news of horse training in the menagerie had not spread throughout the Kyushu continent, everyone in the Dongling Imperial City who was slightly more informed knew about it. After all, the emperor was eager to spread the news of such a thing that would enhance his own reputation and destroy the prestige of another country.
Unfortunately, the breeding of the horse that Feng Qingchen won was not successful, otherwise the emperor would have asked officials to publicize the matter more vigorously.
In the face of everyone's expectations, Feng Qingchen just smiled indifferently. To her, winning or losing was the same thing. Winning was the best, but losing was nothing. She was not the Su family, and if she lost, she was afraid that the women in her family would not be able to get married. Anyway, she would not be able to get married.
Having learned from the lesson of being plotted against in the palace last time, which resulted in his clothes being torn in the horse farm, Feng Qingchen's riding clothes were made of fabric found by Su Wenqing and in a style specified by Feng Qingchen. They were sewn by hand by the four maids Chun Hui, Qiu Hua, Xia Wan and Dong Qing. Tong Jue and Tong Yao had proven in practice that they could definitely withstand the bumps of the carriage and the pull of gravity.
The black riding clothes, golden riding boots, and straight material make her look heroic. She doesn't look like a little girl going to horse racing, but a soldier going to the battlefield.
There is neither the flamboyance of red nor the tranquility of blue. The black riding suit worn by Feng Qingchen exudes a mysterious aura. Wang Jinling has always known that Feng Qingchen is dazzling, but apart from the initial astonishment, he quickly came to his senses.
He took the whip from the servant, handed it to Feng Qingchen, and smiled: "Success will come immediately."
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen took the whip generously. Seeing Wang Jinling in riding clothes and the white horse beside him, he knew that Wang Jinling would also go to the racecourse of the zoo, so he took the initiative to invite him, "Let's race first."
Warming up before the race is necessary. Feng Qingchen doesn't think that those people will let her warm up when she arrives at the racecourse.
"Okay." Wang Jinling did not refuse. He chose to ride a horse today instead of taking a carriage, with the intention of running for a while with Feng Qingchen.
"Then let's get started."
Feng Qingchen was dressed in black, and her horse was also black. Wang Jinling was the complete opposite of Feng Qingchen, sitting on a white horse, more elegant than a prince.
Although the man riding the white horse is not a prince, he is definitely tall, rich and handsome, Feng Qingchen praised inwardly.
Wang Jinling was the man who was most suitable for wearing white clothes that she had ever seen. He displayed the cleanliness and elegance of white to the fullest, which made it easy for people to feel good about him and let down their guard. It was unclear whether it was a blessing or a curse for the Wang family to have such a head of the family.
"drive!"
Feng Qingchen ran away first, and Wang Jinling followed slowly. Although it was a horse race, neither of them took winning or losing seriously, because... if they really got serious, Feng Qingchen might not be Wang Jinling's opponent. Wang Jinling couldn't train horses, but that didn't mean his riding skills were worse than Feng Qingchen's.
Soon the two of them were walking side by side, the wind blowing past their ears, making a whistling sound. No one spoke at this time, and even if they spoke, they couldn't hear clearly. The two of them just smiled at each other from time to time.
The laughter was hearty and bright. Neither Feng Qingchen nor Wang Jinling had much time to ride their horses freely like this.
Soon the two arrived at the racecourse of the zoo. Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen did not say much. They went their separate ways tacitly. Feng Qingchen walked towards the racecourse, while Wang Jinling handed the horse to the servant and walked towards the stands.
I don’t know if it was because it was the last competition or because the emperor was too bored, but the last competition was hosted by the emperor himself, and he brought many concubines with him. Of course, they could only watch behind a screen.
Those who can enter the racecourse today are not simple people. Those who can have a seat at the racecourse are people who can make the officialdom tremble with just a stomp of Dong Ling's feet.
When Feng Qingchen arrived at the racecourse, Su Rou had already arrived. It was not that Feng Qingchen was late, but that Su Rou was early.
Su Rou changed her previous weak look and put on a bright red riding suit. She looked as bright as fire, making people unable to take their eyes off her. The smile on her face was as brilliant as a blooming flower.
Feng Qingchen's good mood disappeared when he saw Su Rouhe's dress and the whip in her hand. Facing Su Rou's bright smile, Feng Qingchen responded with an ambiguous smile.
Laugh, laugh as much as you can, soon you won't be able to laugh anymore, just like you won't be able to wear red clothes anymore.
"Your Highness, long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Ninth Prince, Prince Zhou, and Prince Qing." The Empress was not present, so Feng Qingchen only had to pay her respects to these princes. As for Nanling Jinxing, Feng Qingchen had no plans to pay her respects.
Everyone in Dongling knew that she was Nanling Jinxing's godsister. Even if she knelt down to Nanling Jinxing, Nanling Jinxing would not dare to accept it. It would be better to just get away with it. No one would care anyway.
"No need to be so polite." The emperor's voice was low and majestic. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, and it made people feel uneasy.
Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was a thick-skinned person and didn't care about the emperor's thoughts at all. He just stood up quietly and listened to the emperor's admonition...