She's a great boss who knows how to recognize and utilize talent.
If she were to meet someone as talented as Zhao Changqing in modern times, she would definitely value and treat him well.
It's such a pity, I wish we had met before we wore them.
Upon hearing her words, Zhao Changqing seemed to be thinking something, and his expression suddenly became somewhat unnatural, his eyes inexplicably becoming sticky.
His expression was unpredictable, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes bright.
The military market was put into use a few days later.
The caravan of Yuruitang paid its taxes and moved into the military market.
Cheng Tingrui also arrived with the Cheng family's merchant caravan.
If the Cheng family's caravan didn't come, he couldn't find a reason to come every day.
However, he deliberately avoided competing with Yuruitang.
When bringing goods, try not to choose the same category.
Soldiers stationed in the area and villagers from nearby towns all came upon hearing the news to buy daily necessities and rare goods that had traveled a long distance.
When there are enough people, the tertiary industry emerges.
For example, a tea stall.
He Youyou and Cheng Tingrui sat at a tea stall in the market, leisurely drinking tea and chatting.
The tea wasn't very good either; it had an earthy, musty smell.
Even the most expensive Maojian tea is aged tea from the previous year, and has long since lost its aroma.
There were no exquisite tea sets, only large, chipped porcelain bowls, half a bowl for each person, with refills provided after each serving.
The life of a traveling merchant is like this teacup, never tiring.
Women were rare among the vendors, so He Youyou took Zhao Changqing's advice and specially changed into men's clothing.
"Have you been staying in the military tent these past few days?" Cheng Tingrui asked.
“Well, there’s nothing I can do. There are no inns or guesthouses here, so I’ll have to make do with staying at Zhao Changqing’s place for now. But I see that Xiao Qianshan has already set up the tent. How about I stay in Youruitang’s tent tonight?” He Youyou said.
Cheng Tingrui glanced at her indifferently: "It's not safe for a woman like you to stay in an outer tent. You should go back to Zhao Changqing's place. He has status, and no one here would dare to touch his guest."
Hearing this, He Youyou nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, yes, he's the Grand Commander, no one dares to step on his tail."
Hearing her words, Cheng Tingrui couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He Youyou didn't ignore his strange gaze, put down her teacup, and asked.
Cheng Tingrui held the bowl in his hand and twirled it around, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye: "You don't... know what the imperial surname of our Great Gan Dynasty is, do you?"
He Youyou was taken aback: "What is it?"
"You really didn't know?" Cheng Tingrui was stunned.
"I really don't know."
A moment of blankness appeared on Cheng Tingrui's handsome face; his mouth was slightly open, and he seemed dazed for a moment.
"The surname of the state we are fighting for is Zhao," he said.
He Youyou said blankly, "Zhao as in Zhao Changqing?"
“That’s right.” Cheng Tingrui observed He Youyou’s expression and, confirming that she genuinely didn’t know, continued, “How much do you actually know about this Grand Commandant Zhao? What is his background?”
She shook her head subconsciously: "All I know is that he was my late husband's good friend, and he came from the capital. I know nothing else."
Cheng Tingrui pondered for a moment, carefully organizing his words, deliberately lowering his voice, and adjusting the volume to a level that only He Youyou could just hear: "It's being said in the capital that the appointment edict for our Grand Commander Zhao Changqing is 'slanted seal and ink edict'."
He Youyou's knowledge gaps have increased again.
What is the 'Evil Wind Ink Pool'?
Cheng Tingrui explained, "When the emperor issues an edict, it must be reviewed and approved by the 'Hall of State Affairs' before it can be issued and stamped with the imperial seal. The sealed bag is a regular seal, and the edict is written in vermilion ink. However, the appointment of Grand Commander Zhao this time did not go through the 'Hall of State Affairs'; the emperor issued the edict directly, and the sealed bag was slanted, and the edict was written in black ink. Therefore, it is called 'Slanted Sealed Black Edict'."
"What does it mean that the matter was not handled by the Council of State Affairs?"
"This shows that the current emperor is acting unilaterally, refusing to accept the dissent of the Council of State Affairs, and insisting on issuing the edict."
He Youyou's mind raced.
If you don't accept objections, then you have objections.
Does the imperial court have objections to Zhao Changqing's appointment?
Zhao Changqing is the imperial surname, meaning he is related to the emperor.
What kind of relatives are they?
How could Han Silang be such a close friend of the imperial family? That's no small feat.
Oh dear, this is so complicated. It's true that you can't get involved in politics. It's still the simplest thing to just make money quietly.
During dinner, Zhao Changqing couldn't hold back any longer.
Is there something on my face?
He Youyou replied, "It has a nose and eyes."
"...Why are you staring at me like that?"
He Youyou: This is the first time I've seen real members of the royal family, and I wanted to take a closer look. I've only ever seen them in museums or history books before, so this is a different experience.
She rubbed her hands together: "It's definitely better to be alive."
Zhao Changqing's expression suddenly froze.
Is it better to be alive?
Did she... find out something?
He asked tentatively, "What do you mean by alive or dead?... Have you ever seen me die? How do you know whether it's better to be alive or dead?"
“A portrait is inanimate, but you, sitting in front of me in person, are alive.”
portrait?
What portrait?
Could it be that he accidentally left a portrait in his study and she saw it?
Once you open your mind, you'll have even more ideas.
He couldn't help but start to let his mind wander.
He Youyou's thinking was very simple: the people in front of her were true royalty, who in this era were truly powerful figures.
Hold me tight!
Don't let go!
After the meal, to show her sincerity in trying to get closer to Zhao Changqing, she even peeled a plate of fruit for him.
Zhao Changqing stared at the plate of tangerines, his pupils dilating in shock: "Where... did these come from?"
You know, it's hard to even get vegetables in this place, yet they have fruit, and it's even southern oranges!
Zhao Changqing's faith is on the verge of collapse.
He Youyou remained expressionless and popped one into his mouth: "I met a merchant from the south at the military market. He was selling these. I thought they tasted good, so I bought some."
Zhao Changqing was so overwhelmed by the taste of the tangerines that he was speechless.
Sweet, residue-free, and seedless...
It tasted better than any orange he had ever eaten.
Citrus fruits have existed since ancient times.
However, ancient citrus fruits were quite sour, and there was no such pure sweet and non-sour variety.
Zhao Changqing was truly astonished.
"Really selling it at the military market?"
“Hmm,” He Youyou said.
She wasn't afraid. If he really went to look for it tomorrow and couldn't find it, she would just say that the merchants from the south had already sold out and left.
SO EASY.
Just as Zhao Changqing was about to press for details, the voice of the left guard came from outside the tent.
"Reporting to the Grand Commander, General Sun requests an audience."
Zhao Changqing glanced at He Youyou, who understood and immediately darted behind the screen.
"Granted," Zhao Changqing responded to the voice outside the tent.
The left guard lifted the tent flap, and General Sun, strong and robust, walked in.
"Governor-General."
"General Sun, what urgent matter do you wish to discuss with me so late at night?"
General Sun took a step forward, leaned against the table, and stood just across the table from Zhao Changqing. He leaned over and whispered to Zhao Changqing, "The scouts report that there's some movement from the Wuhuan people."
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