Monument Yangmen

Chapter 547 Greed
As Yang Qi entered Fanlou in Shangjing City, the noisy voices of the Liao people in Fanlou subconsciously became much lower.

Many people looked at Yang Qi and whispered.

Among them are some women who accompanied their elder brothers to play around, and they made no secret of the possessiveness in their eyes.

Like a piece of fat, Yang Qi suddenly appeared in front of a group of wolves.

"What to look at, the people our Han family invites are also people you can peek at at will."

A woman in white clothes suddenly appeared at the stairs leading to the second floor of Fanlou, with a cold face, she reprimanded the Liao people on the first floor.

Among those Liao people, some people obviously felt fear.

But there are also people who are full of heart, with their heads down and their faces full of resentment.

In short, none of the Liao people present dared to face the power of the Han family.

It can be seen from this that the Han family's position in the Liao Kingdom is at its peak.

The woman in white reprimanded the Liao people present, and bowed to salute Yang Qi, "You are Mr. Yi from the money shop in the Southern Kingdom."

Yang Qi cupped his hands and returned the salute, "Exactly."

The woman in white made a gesture of invitation, "Young Master Yi, please come upstairs, my young master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yang Qi was not too polite, and accompanied by Shen Peng, he followed the woman in white all the way up to the second floor.

After passing the second floor, the woman in white didn't stop, but continued to go upstairs with Yang Qi.

All the way up to the top floor of the fourth floor.

The top floor of the fourth floor is small in size, but it is exquisitely arranged, and it is full of elegant atmosphere.

On the entire fourth floor, there are no private rooms, let alone separate tables, and it looks more like a study for one person.

On the south side of the fourth floor, there is an open window. A man in Tsing Yi sits cross-legged in front of the window, lighting a brazier in front of him, and the fire in the brazier is burning blazingly.

Beside the man in Tsing Yi, there is a low table on which hot water is being boiled in a small red clay stove.

Yang Qi caught a glimpse of a pillar inlaid in the center of the entire fourth floor from the corner of his eye, and was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, under the leadership of the woman in white, they arrived at the man in Tsing Yi.

"My lord, the guests have arrived."

The woman in white saluted beside the man in green and said softly.

The man in Tsing Yi stood up, flicked his sleeves slightly, and bowed his hands to salute Yang Qi, "My lord, Han Zhengqing."

Yang Qi replied, "It's easy to travel in the southern country."

It's just a pseudonym, as long as Yang Qi doesn't reveal his identity, whatever name he uses is secondary.

The two people were looking at each other while saluting each other. Han Zhengqing gave Yang Qi the feeling that he was facing a scholar in Bianjing.

Gentle and refined, he has the temperament of a son, even if he comes from a prominent background, he can't see any arrogance on his body.

In Han Zhengqing's eyes, Yang Qi, the owner of a money bank in the southern country, did not have the smell of copper in his fantasy, let alone a big belly, but a scholar who was neither humble nor overbearing, with a proud body.

At least, among the scholars Han Zhengqing met, there were very few who could be neither humble nor overbearing in front of him.

Han Zhengqing's first impression of Yang Qi was good, he made a gesture of invitation, "Brother Yi, please."

"Brother Han, please."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Qi sat cross-legged and Han Zhengqing faced each other.

Shen Peng and the woman in white waited on the side, waiting to be summoned at any time.

Han Zhengqing was making tea, but what he was cooking was clear tea, not the tea soup that the scholar-bureaucrats of the Song Dynasty liked.

When a bowl of hot tea was ready, Han Zhengqing handed it to Yang Qi, and asked with a smile, "Brother Yi is a businessman?"

Yang Qi picked up the tea, took a sip, raised his brows, slightly astonished.

The tea that Han Zhengqing cooks is actually a kind of tea called Daohuaxiang produced in the tea gardens in the south.

This kind of tea tree is planted not far from the rice field. After the rice grows, when the wind blows, the rice flowers fall on the tea leaves one after another.

Under the influence of rice flowers, the tea leaves are naturally dyed with a hint of rice flower fragrance, hence the name.

Yang Qi likes the fragrance of rice flowers the most.

Because the tea produced in the Song Dynasty is fermented black tea, Yang Qi is not used to drinking it, so Cao Lin often prepares some rice flower fragrance for Yang Qi at home.

Yang Qi didn't expect to meet someone with similar taste to him in Liao Kingdom.

While sipping tea, Yang Qi answered Han Zhengqing's question, "I can't be considered a businessman, and being a businessman is just a coincidence. In essence, I am still a scholar."

Han Zhengqing seemed very satisfied with Yang Qi's answer, nodded, and asked again: "Then, Brother Yi, from the perspective of a scholar, help me to see which one of the picture scrolls and classics in my room is the most valuable."

Yang Qi was stunned, shook his head and smiled, "You are questioning my identity as a scholar."

Han Zhengqing just smiled, but didn't speak.

Yang Qi was invited, went around, carefully observed Han Zhengqing's collection, sat down again, and said with a smile: "Brother Han is really a collector, in your collection, there are many rare copies, calligraphy and paintings of famous people. In terms of the most valuable, there is nothing more than Zhang Xu's wild grass."

Han Zhengqing said with a smile: "Brother Yi's words are wrong. Although Zhang Xu's wild grass is rare, there are many in the world, and there may not be people who surpass him in the future.

Therefore, Han believes that the most valuable thing in Han's collection should be a poem, a word, or a painting by the descendant.

Immortal Si can be said to be a heavenly genius. In just one year of writing, he has become full of economics, and his poetic talent is the best in the world.

In addition, the sketch painting school created by Si Xianren is self-contained.The original thin gold body has everyone's demeanor.

The most important thing is that Immortal Si is only twenty-one years old.

Such a character, we can only hold a candle to him.

Even after thousands of years, no one can surpass it. "

Han Zhengqing's expression of admiration made Yang Qi feel a little embarrassed.

Yang Qi really wanted to tell Han Zhengqing to wait a few more years, after he had strangled the young Su Laoquan and killed Su Shi in the bud, it would not be too late for Han Zhengqing to boast that no one could surpass him.

Of course, Yang Qi could only think about these words, but couldn't say them out.

Moreover, even if he really met the young Su Laoquan, he would not really do this.

At most, Su Laoquan would be accepted as a registered disciple.Then let the future Su Shi and Su Da eat money and live under his brilliance for the rest of his life.

Also return to the main story.

What Yang Qi didn't expect was that Han Zhengqing was actually his fan.

Yang Qiwei had to accompany Han Zhengqing, brazenly bragging about himself together, blowing himself up like a hype.

At the beginning, Han Zhengqing was like a chicken blood when he boasted about the Immortal Heir.

Yang Qi tried his best to recall the poems he had copied, recited them, and praised each capital.

Han Zhengqing's approval was immediately obtained.

Han Zhengqing almost made Yang Qi his confidant, and talked about everything.

The woman in white was fascinated while listening.

Shen Peng, who knew the inside story, rolled his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched, almost committing lamb madness.

Han Zhengqing and Yang Qi didn't bother to patronize Immortal Chat Si, after the topic was broken, the two also found time to chat about business.

"Brother Yi Xian, I heard that the Nanguo Money Bank was established by the Southern Kingdom's royal family, and the Southern Kingdom's emperor was named Yi. Could it be that Yi Xiandi is a member of the Southern Kingdom's royal family?"

When the two were talking, they had told each other their ages. Yang Qi was one year younger than Han Zhengqing, so he was called a younger brother.

Yang Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "The Nanguo money bank is only in the hands of the Nanguo royal family, not the property of the Nanguo. Although I have the same surname as the Nanguo emperor, I am not related by blood.

I am ashamed to say that when Your Majesty founded the Southern Kingdom, my grandfather gave a lot of money to support His Majesty.After the founding of the country, His Majesty took pity on my grandfather's merits and bestowed the imperial surname Yi.

In essence, our home is still our home, a pure merchant.The southern royal family is the southern royal family, but it is not the same as us. "

Han Zhengqing suddenly realized: "So that's the case. I didn't expect there to be such a story in it. If I didn't meet Brother Yi Xian today, I wouldn't be able to understand the truth of it."

The story Yang Qi narrated was obviously based on Han Zhengqing's pulse.

The Han family is also facing the issue of granting surnames.

Therefore, Han Zhengqing felt empathy for what Yang Qi said.

"The royal family is honorable, and it is also a great blessing for my virtuous brother and grandfather to be given the surname by the emperor of the Southern Kingdom."

These words sounded like a compliment to Yang Qi, but actually there was no intention of comforting himself in it.

Changing the surname to Yelu may, for the Han family, bring the Han family's wealth to a higher level.

However, Han Zhengqing, who admired Sinology since he was a child, felt that this was a feeling of forgetting his ancestors.

In fact, he did not agree with the Han family's change of surname.

However, his father and the empress dowager had a fierce fight, and he was the head of the family, so no one could stop his decision.

"Hey~"

Han Zhengqing let out a long sigh, and simply stopped thinking about these troublesome things, he said to Yang Qi: "Brother Yi Xian, I invite you here for a banquet today, mainly for two reasons.

Some people in our clan have taken a fancy to the financial resources of your Nanguo money bank, so they want to have a foot in it.But they are afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble.

So after learning that you, the owner of Nanguo Qianhang, had arrived in Shangjing, you sent me out to investigate the details of Nanguo Qianhang. "

Han Zhengqing paused, and said frankly: "Brother, I won't hide it from you. The people in the clan have decided that if you have a background in the money business in the Southern Kingdom, they will choose to cooperate with you. If you have a shallow background, they will It will swallow the Nanguo money bank alive."

Yang Qi was stunned, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brother Zhengqing, for letting me know. It's just a member of the noble family, if you want to kill a chicken to keep warm, aren't you afraid of losing your teeth?"

Han Zhengqing said with emotion: "As my father's power has grown, they have become more and more unscrupulous. Although my brother can talk to you, he can only tell you the truth, but he can't help you."

Yang Qi smiled and said: "Brother Zhengqing can tell you frankly, I can't thank you enough. As for the noble clansmen, if they want to swallow my Nanguo money bank, isn't it a bit exaggerated.

The Liao Kingdom is now facing internal and external troubles, internal political instability, and external enemies such as the Song Dynasty, and the recent rise of the Fuxingguan Yang family.If we get into trouble with our southern country again, aren't we afraid of bringing about the disaster of destroying the country? "

Han Zhengqing hesitated and said: "They think that the southern country is far away from our Liao country, and it is not enough to pose a threat."

Yang Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "Our southern country is as far away as the Liao Kingdom, but it is not completely without the power to interfere in the war. Not to mention that our southern country has countless ships, which can transport the elite soldiers of our southern country at any time. In the meantime, what our Southern Kingdom lacks most is money and food, if our Southern Kingdom is willing to contribute 3000 million dans of grain to support the Song Kingdom in its campaign against the Liao Dynasty, what do you think the Liao Kingdom's chances of winning are?"

Han Zhengqing frowned, and said in a deep voice, "My father and the troops under the command of the Great King of Nanyuan are invincible."

"No no no..."

Yang Qi waved his hands and said with a smile: "Once a war breaks out between Song and Liao, it will be an earth-shattering battle. The number of troops will rapidly increase to hundreds of thousands, and the two sides will join forces, even exceeding a million.

In addition, civilian husbands, servants, etc., the number will reach several million.

In this case, the nature of war will change.

From the initial war between the army and the army, it has evolved into a consumption of national power.

Whoever has weak national strength will be defeated.

This is an indisputable fact.

If it is said that our southern country can continue to provide food support to the Great Song Dynasty, combined with the strength of our two countries, it is enough to consume your Liao country.

Therefore, under the current situation, to offend the southern country is to invite trouble for you Liao country.

Moreover, I believe that Nanguo and Liaoguo should not be enemies, but should be friends.

what do you say? "

Han Zhengqing is a pure scholar, although he has a Lao Tzu who is a privy envoy of the South Court, but he has little involvement in war.The understanding of war also stays at the most basic combat power and strength.

I don't know the importance of national power for war at all.

Han Zhengqing was dumbfounded when he heard Yang Qi's words. He pretended to be calm and said: "Brother Yi Xian is really knowledgeable. Even in the art of war, he has dabbled so deeply. I am ashamed of myself.

These things, for the Brotherhood, will tell the clansmen.How they decide is up to them.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, they recruited it themselves, and it has nothing to do with Brother Wei, who is just an errand runner. "

Yang Qi agreed with a smile: "Brother Zhengqing is still open-minded and straightforward, unlike me, who works hard all day."

That's what he said, but Yang Qi didn't believe it in his heart, Han Zhengqing, the second son of the Han family, was just a running errand.

And then again, even Han Zhengqing is really an errand runner.

So those who can order the second son of the Han family to run errands, I am afraid that there are only two people in the entire Han family who can do it.

One is his awesome old man, and the other is his elder brother who hasn't lived for a long time.

Either of these two people can actually represent Han Zhengqing.

In other words, no matter what the story behind this is, it cannot be separated from Han Zhengqing.

The two of them exchanged courtesies again, and when they were parting.

Yang Qi pondered for a moment, then said shyly to Han Zhengqing: "Brother Han, I have a private matter to ask Brother Han, I wonder if Brother Han can make it easier for me."

"Personal matter? Tell me about it."

Yang Qi lowered his voice and whispered: "I heard that Princess Iron Mirror of your country is a rare beauty, and even a pearl on the prairie. I don't know if I will be lucky enough to meet..."

"Pfft~"

Han Zhengqing sprayed out the tea he had just drunk into his mouth, and stared at Yang Qi in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)