novelhk Chapter 163 Exchange of needs
Chapter 163 Exchange of needs
Zhao Fangyu thought of Yang Xiaofei's outrageous behavior at that time and snorted with an ambiguous smile: "She is also very brave."
Zhao Fangyu was born in the imperial court and was surrounded by so many Jinyiwei. If the Second Prince had not dealt with the Jinyiwei who followed her, she would probably have to speak in riddles at this moment.
"Does the Jinyiwei know about what she did?"
"know."
"The Jinyiwei also sent people to follow the stalker. The Xianglu of the Fourteen States made too much money. If your father had not held an important position at the time and the Li family was in charge, Xianglu would have been recruited by the royal family long ago."
Zhao Fangyu couldn't help but turn his hand holding the teacup again and again, and his disgust for the royal family grew deeper and deeper.
"If you can't make money yourself, you have to find a way to grab other people's ready-made business. It's really the easiest business to do without any capital."
Zhou Qinghe could hear the sarcasm in Zhao Fangyu's voice. He was also a member of the royal family, and for a moment he felt inexplicably guilty: "I haven't done any of these things. I always pay for things with silver."
Even if he did, it would be impossible for him to not have a few farms and shops under his control. If he wanted to buy jewelry for Zhao Fangyu, he had to go to the clan’s mansion and act like a bastard.
Although he didn't want to do this, how could he run a store smoothly after working hard?
Zhao Fangyu was curious, and his tone was like coaxing a child, with a hint of coaxing: "Really? Where did the large sums of money in the account come from? Did you accept them as gifts?"
Zhou Qinghe jumped up immediately: "Slander! This is slander! I have never accepted gifts from others!"
"Some wealthy businessmen came to me to give me ice and charcoal as gifts, but I refused them right away!"
Zhou Qinghe's jumping appearance was particularly amusing. Zhao Fangyu couldn't help but guess how he managed to put on such a reckless image that it was so popular among people.
Zhou Qinghe was still explaining, fearing that Zhao Fangyu would misunderstand him as abusing his power for personal gain, but he didn't expect Zhao Fangyu to laugh foolishly first.
"Are you kidding me?"
Seeing Zhao Fangyu nodding openly, Zhou Qinghe still felt a little unreal. Then he heard Zhao Fangyu say, "I am similar to Your Highness, but I pretend to be well-behaved outside so that I can please you at the critical moment."
Zhou Qinghe snorted twice. God knows! Zhao Fangyu's snort just now gave him the illusion that he was arguing with someone in the court!
That jumping behavior was purely a subconscious reaction after he dozed off during court and was pushed awake!
result……
Zhou Qinghe stroked his face in his heart, sat back in the armchair and explained: "The silver came from the clan mansion."
"The emperor has many things to take care of, but who among the royal family doesn't have three wives and four concubines? There are so many children that when they meet, they can't even tell who is who."
"The clan house came into being to take care of the weak in the clan."
But they were royal family after all, no matter how poor they were, their ancestors had been rich, and when they couldn't make ends meet, they went to the clan's relatives' house to beg for some gold and silver to get by.
Zhou Qinghe is also a member of the royal family, so it is only natural for him to go to the clan's mansion to ask for money. He has no guilt at all!
That's all the emperor's money! What's wrong with him spending some?
Zhao Fangyu understood and lowered his eyes to continue looking at the invitation in his hand. After thinking about it, he decided to put Yang Xiaofei's invitation in the pile that would not be included.
"It's freezing cold, I'm too lazy to watch her acting. Let her stare if she wants. Xianglu's business won't last long."
Zhou Qinghe raised his eyes and asked Zhao Fangyu if he had encountered any difficulties. Zhao Fangyu did not hide anything from him. After all, they still had to do this business together.
"I want to transfer the Xianglu business to Nanzhao. As you said, the Fourteen States are still too eye-catching. I want to break it up into smaller pieces and sell the Xianglu from Nanzhao to Daliang. This will not only help sell the local rituals, but also give those who are eyeing the Fourteen States a break."
Zhao Fangyu felt that it was okay with the Third Prince staring at her, but as the Fourteen States grew bigger and bigger, she did not have a strong enough backer. The Fourteen States were no longer a place for her to settle down, but instead like a death warrant.
The more money she made, the more people wanted to kill her.
Zhou Qinghe thought this was a good idea. Nanshao was rich in flowers, but flowers were not suitable for transportation. Only by cultivating rare varieties with great effort and transporting them thousands of miles to Daliang could he earn some money. There would be wind, frost, rain and snow along the way, and if he was not careful, the rare products would be ruined, and all his years of hard work would be in vain.
Nanzhao was not a wealthy place, but fortunately the weather was like spring all year round, so the people were self-sufficient in food and would not starve to death, nor would they be overcrowded.
According to Zhao Fangyu's plan, more than a dozen new shops will be opened in Nanzhao. At that time, the flowers in Nanzhao will be cheaper. Taking into account the travel expenses and losses on the road, the cost will inevitably be higher, but the money earned will be much more stable.
"If we really take root in Nanzhao, this business will not just be done in Daliang."
"I read in the Geography that there is a small country near Nanzhao that loves gold and silver and is rich in jade."
"We can exchange Daliang's things for their gems, gold and silver, and then bring them back to Daliang. This money is earned cleanly and safely."
He had no choice in the past, but now with Zhou Qinghe, Zhao Fangyu no longer restrained himself and quickly expanded his business empire.
At this moment, Zhao Fangyu was extremely grateful for the history classes at school. She could not remember many things, but there were countless poets in the Song Dynasty in history, especially Li Qingzhao, who were caught up in wars throughout their lives.
If the day ever comes for a great war, Zhao Fangyu also wants to do something for Daliang.
Because this place really looks like where she used to live.
"It's enough to go to the eldest princess's flower banquet once or twice." Zhou Qinghe suddenly spoke up, interrupting Zhao Fangyu's thoughts.
"The princess holds banquets every year, most of which are for the younger generations to see. You are the new bride, so go and join in the fun and let them recognize you."
"Don't let someone bump into you while you're walking down the street."
Zhou Qinghe is a little protective of his son. In his eyes, Zhao Fangyu is his man. Whoever dares to hurt Zhao Fangyu will be made to pay the price.
He is the prince with the most hopeless future, but even a broken ship still has 3,000 nails. His reputation as a reckless person is known throughout the capital. Whoever runs into him will suffer, even if he files a lawsuit in the imperial study.
After another two days at home, Zhou Qinghe resumed the morning court session, but the emperor stopped writing after a few days.
Daliang officially begins celebrating the New Year.
The officials didn't move around much, but they had a lot of secret interactions. In the middle of winter, a lot of pigeons flew out of the third prince's mansion.
Xuanbi took Deadpool hunting outside the city, and the food they had at Hewang Mansion that night was pigeon soup.
Zhao Fangyu and Zhou Qinghe didn't like to drink, so in the end these fat pigeons were given to Chunshao and the others to eat.
For the New Year’s Eve banquet, a scaffolding was set up in front of the Wende Hall overnight and felt cloth was hung to block out the cold wind.
Officials of higher ranks could sit in the main hall, while those of lower ranks could only sit in the sheds, using charcoal basins and hand warmers to enjoy themselves with the world.
Zhao Fangyu and Zhou Qinghe were sitting together. As soon as he sat down, Zhou Qinghe stuffed a new hand warmer into his hand.
Zhou Qinghe took the not-so-hot hand warmer from her hand and handed it to the young eunuch behind him.
"No wine, bring a pot of boiling hot tea."