Chapter 204

A few days later, Li Xingzhou personally inspected the gunpowder workshop in Houshan. Under the leadership of Yan Shen, the saltpeter was dried and used directly in Houshan for gunpowder production.

Over the past few days, more than 50 kilograms of black powder have been stored in dry wooden barrels in the warehouse in the backyard of the Wangfu. He arranged for the nurses to take turns to stand guard and make up for the slack nurses every moment.

Because the wine stove has been completed, more manpower can be transferred to grind carbon powder, etc., so that the production of gunpowder can increase, but even so, the production capacity is still not satisfactory. The reason is that the production of saltpeter is too low, and there is no way to solve this problem in a short time thing.

On the other hand, the concubines and nobles who had paid the deposit gradually came to pick up the perfume, and Li Xingzhou offered them one by one, and made a windfall. But this is only a short-term method of adapting measures to local conditions, for publicity, not a long-term sustainable plan.

He also needs more money to implement the next plan and control the national artery.

The shops in the city are the long-term plan. In the future, perfume, high-grade wine, and even various luxury goods after the Nanhe River in the palace is connected can be sold there, and he needs a helm.

Things would have been a lot easier that night if he hadn't been spunky and drunk.

But he has never been someone who is obsessed with regretting the past, he was in the past life, and he is also in the present.With a tiger in his heart, Laozi is the biggest in the world, and he is not afraid of anyone, even the emperor, but that arrogance is gradually covered up by age and other things brought about by the years.

But it can't be concealed, something goes deep into the bone marrow.

He is a cold-blooded and unscrupulous character, he will find ways to get what he wants, and use unscrupulous means.

In the previous life, some of his subordinates could not agree with his actions, but he was him, he was Li Ye, the cold-blooded, ruthless, and deep boss of the underworld, and he was Li Xingzhou, the arrogant, domineering, unscrupulous son.

He is a wolf, maybe in sheep's clothing, but a wolf is still a wolf, and no one will stop him from what he wants to do.

In the afternoon, after returning from the back mountain, in the courtyard on the side of the palace, under the leadership of Gu Feng, a new round of grain fermentation has already started in full swing.

At this time and things that require experience, it is not something that can be mastered overnight, so Li Xingzhou repeatedly told Gu Feng not to be stingy, and not to stick to the rules, let him pick eight people from the family nursing home, learn from him well, and give everything to each other teach.

After returning to the small courtyard, he flirted with the two girls for a while, had dinner with them, and went out with the contract of prostitution of poetry.

"Prepare well, Mr. Cao Yu has promised to write lyrics for us at Fumenglou, but it cost thousands of taels of silver to ask for it.
Don't delay, but be careful.
If the oiran is lost this year, the family will not be happy then.
Also, didn’t the master of the banquet last time mention that your dress is too thick, and you should use less rouge and powder in the future.” Tian’s mother said to Shiyu naggingly, but the woman sitting opposite had dull eyes and was absent-minded. , nor how to dress up.

"Are you listening to me!" Mother Tian was upset when she saw herself talking for a long time, but no one listened at all.

Shiyu nodded, and said blankly: "I heard it, and I understand it. When I sing Mr. Cao's words, the matter will be settled."

Seeing her being so perfunctory, Mother Tian wanted to scold someone, but the words didn't come out of her mouth, she fixed her glance, and then sighed: "It's my fault that night, if I had noticed earlier, those things wouldn't have happened.
But no matter where you are, as a woman, you can't give up on yourself. If you don't want to save yourself, in this world, women are just things that men can control. "

After finishing speaking, Mother Tian also stayed for a long time, she simply turned around and left, closing the door before leaving.

Shiyu looked confused, how did Tian's mother know, she thought that no one knew about the humiliation that night.
She has been living in a muddle these past few days, with sorrow and resentment in her heart. Several talented scholars who had a good relationship with her before were originally good friends. They also came to see her these few days when the Lantern Festival is approaching. Rejected one by one.

The servant girl praised her for being beautiful, and every word she said seemed to stab her in the heart. The woman was broken, and her soft and charming attitude was revealed, so she naturally felt that she was more beautiful, and she felt sad and angry at the same time.

Just in time for the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival, this year a new oiran will be elected.

The so-called oiran is not as simple as talent, dance and music.

In this era when the style of writing is prevalent, and it can even be said that Wenyue Wuxi is popular, if a famous talent writes a good poem for a certain brothel top card, it will immediately add a lot of color and attract everyone's support.

In the end, judging who is the oiran is not based on who is beautiful, whose lyrics are good, or who dances and music is moving, but the last flower.Rich people will buy brothel golden flowers, and then give them to the top brand they like. The petals are made of golden flower cloth, rimmed with real gold, one hundred and two flowers, which is not something ordinary people can afford.

Most of the merchants who can send gifts are merchants. Although the merchants are rich, they lack a sense of security, so they will definitely chase after good words and poems, and want to gain some talent to protect themselves.

Most businessmen don't know poetry, but the ancestors set the "scholar, farmer, businessman", so what if the businessman is rich?
Scholars can scold if they want, and the court can kill them if they want. Every year when troops are dispatched, many big businessmen will be ransacked and killed for various reasons. You can't spit a few mouthfuls of saliva, and step on your feet to vent your anger.

But Shiyu knew that it was just jealous and short-sighted people.

In their hearts, they might not believe everything the court said, but as long as they listened frankly, they would be happy to see someone who lived a better life than themselves and lived a more comfortable and dignified life than themselves died.

But it never occurred to him in the long run that the imperial court could kill others for no reason today, and it could kill itself tomorrow without any excuses.

Therefore, although the merchants are rich, they are all in danger, and wish they could all climb on the laps of officials and officials in order to protect themselves.

And most of the officials are scholars. At this time, it is not so much to please the top names in brothels, but to please the talented people behind them who write poems and lyrics for them. After all, this has turned into a duel of poetry and ink.

Poetry is not like the other little girls who fantasize about wit and beauty all day long. She can see clearly that for these top cards, communication, scheming, and ability are more important.

Whoever is popular, who knows a talented person, and who can find a powerful person to write poems and lyrics for him is the key point of competing for the oiran.

If you talk about controlling people's hearts and controlling people in the palm of your hand, Shiyu thinks that she will not lose to anyone, so she has been the oiran for the past few years.

But this year. She met that beast Li Xingzhou.

This is also the reason why she is listless these days even though it is approaching the Lantern Festival.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, the door was pushed in after a while, and it was useless for the maid to stop her, the person she least wanted to see came in with a smirk on his face, without any restraint, he treated it as his own home, he sat down opposite her , pour tea for herself with her beloved tea set, and drink it by herself.

She was trembling with anger, her teeth were chattering, but she said nothing.

It is difficult to have a clear dividing line between people's emotions. During the most difficult days, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and even wanted to die.

But that has passed, and now she wants to live, not because she doesn't have the courage to die, but sometimes living requires more perseverance than dying, for example, now, that bastard proudly waved a piece of paper with official seal in front of her go.

She could see clearly that it had her name on it, it was the contract of sale that she had signed when she was young!
A chill came from the bottom of her heart, making her breath stagnant, and her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Li Xingzhou's contract of prostitution was in Li Xingzhou's hands.

(End of this chapter)

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