Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 608
"Master, Qi Yao from Taizhou sent an invitation with the butler, and wants to invite the master to have a feast at Yangzhou Heaven and Earth Restaurant." Feng Bao, the housekeeper of the Feng Mansion, came to report.

Although Feng Bao lowered his head, his eyes secretly glanced at the beauty from the foreign domain from time to time.

"Well, I see, did someone send out the supplements prepared for the imperial concubine?" Feng Liang sat up and waved his hands, and drove the foreign woman out in disgust.

Every month, Feng Liang would send people to send various jewelry and supplements to the nieces and daughters in the palace. Although most of them would be returned intact, the etiquette could not be spent, as it was his cash cow and protective umbrella.

"Master, according to your instructions, three boxes of rouge and gouache from the Western Regions, jewelry and spices from Mughal, and 2 taels of silver notes have been sent out yesterday. It is estimated that they will arrive in the capital in ten days." Feng Baodao.

"Well, let's prepare the carriage!" Feng Liang stood up and raised his hands, as two pretty maidservants were already arranging his clothes.

Heaven and Earth Restaurant is located in the bustling area in the center of Yangzhou Prefecture. It is the No. [-] restaurant in Yangzhou Prefecture in terms of scale and grade. Of course, the price is also the most expensive. The minimum consumption standard is ten taels of silver.

The concept of ten taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live for four to five months.

Even so, Heaven and Earth is still full of guests every day, and sometimes even if you want to have a meal, you have to make an appointment in advance.

It's just that today's heaven and earth are a little different. There is no one seated in the luxury suites on the first and second floors, and there is a sign of closure at the gate.

"Brother Qi, we have been waiting here for more than half an hour, Mr. Feng will not refuse to show you face?" In the attic on the third floor, five or six men of all ages were sitting at the table, and one of them was facing the table. Qi Yao, who was at the head of the throne, said.

"Brother Chen, don't be impatient, Mr. Feng will definitely come." Qi Yao sat firmly at the front of the table and took a sip of tea.

In fact, he was also worried. It cost him more than 6000 taels of silver to take over the heaven and earth, but it was just a drop in the bucket compared to his family assets, so he was just a little depressed.

These salt merchants lived on the salt in Feng Bao's hands, but in fact it was just a relationship of mutual dependence.

It's just that Feng Liang's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he can't wait to get half of their hard-earned money. In addition, the recent call from the imperial court to collect commercial taxes has made their hearts even more clouded.

"Something happened at the old man's house, which has delayed the time, so you guys have been waiting for a long time." The door was pushed open with a creak, and Feng Liang cupped his hands.

"Master Feng is willing to show you the honor. It is a great honor for me to wait until midnight. Please take a seat, Mr. Feng." Seeing the Lord coming, Qi Yao hurriedly got up and smiled apologetically.

"I'll let you spend the money, let's all sit down." Feng Liang went to the main seat and sat down on his own.

After everyone was seated, Qi Yao clapped his hands, and a waitress from a restaurant came along with good wine and good food, and the table was filled in just a moment, and it whetted the appetite just by looking at the dishes.

After the food and wine were served, three or four beautiful women holding lutes and other musical instruments entered the attic. After giving a slight salute, the women went to the attic screen and played a little song.

"My lords, the oirans from all flower shops in Yangzhou have arrived, may I ask if they can come in?" The shopkeeper came in to ask for instructions, nodding and bowing.

Originally, this matter was just a matter of calling a mistress at random, but the store owner also knew that there were big people in this room, so he didn't dare to neglect it.

"Since they're here, don't hesitate to let them in, it's delaying Mr. Feng's pleasure, be careful that I demolish your restaurant!" Zhang Qihua, a great salt merchant in Luzhou, raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Zhang, don't be so irritable. All the real and charming girls from Yangzhou will come here later. Don't scare them." Wu Zuoren from Taixing teased.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of whores, even if he's too scared to scare him, he has to make me laugh!" Zhang Qihua snorted slightly.

This Wu Zuoren has always had trouble with his Zhang family both openly and secretly, and now Feng Liang, the envoy of fortune, is still running so hard here, which makes him very unhappy.

"Yes, yes, I'll pass it on, my little one. The masters eat and drink well, but if you have any needs, you can ask someone to call the little one." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed again before going down.

Shaoqing, six or seven young girls in various colors came in, and the room was immediately filled with the fragrance of powder and dai.

The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal passes through Yangzhou, creating prosperous flower shops and brothels along the canal. At night, there is no night at all, a street of nightclubs in the Ming Dynasty version.

Feng Liang was not in vain, he even hugged the pretty woman who sat beside him and could be his granddaughter more than enough, and the others even went up and down.

All of a sudden, cups were exchanged in the attic, cups were exchanged, and the sounds of prostitution were endless.

After drinking for three rounds, Feng Liang felt that it was time to talk about business, so he signaled the idlers in the attic to wait out.

"The old man also knows why you invited the old man here, we are old acquaintances, and the old man will not treat you badly.

This time, the salt workshops in the Lianghuai River and Huaihe River produced a total of 36 yin of salt. You can buy [-] yin of Qiyao, [-] yin of Chen Hong, [-] yin of Zhao Tianhe, [-] yin of Kong Yanzhao, and [-] yin of Wu Zuoxing. . "

Seeing Wu Zuoxing from Taixing, Feng Liang felt in a bad mood, but this guy has everything he should give and take care of, so he can't do too much.

As soon as Feng Liang finished speaking, Wu Zuoxing's face turned down. Last year, he got [-] yuan in Yanyin, but now it has dropped by nearly half, which means that his Wu family's income this year will be greatly reduced.

It's just that Wu didn't dare to say much. How could he, a businessman, be able to offend the person behind Feng Liang.

Hmph, let this old thing be proud of it for a while, when you get through with the gentleman in the south, who cares about the broken salt in your hand, Wu Zuoren thought.

"One more thing, Mr. Feng, now we are working together to resist the new commercial and tax clauses issued by the imperial court, and the surrounding merchants are also imitating us. However, it has been more than ten days, why don't you listen to the imperial court's action?"

Qi Yao poured another glass of wine for Feng Liang and expressed the aspirations of everyone present.

For decades, the Ming court has been thinking about raising business taxes, but it has to give up every time under the alliance of the major families.

The reason is very simple, Nine Borders need them to transport food, and many merchants control the food, clothing, housing and transportation in various places. As long as they do something, or raise prices, or stop selling, the first thing they can't stand is the people everywhere.

The common people complained that while scolding profiteers, their dissatisfaction with the court would intensify. After all, it was the court that was messing around, and the common people didn't care what the problem was.

The northern part of the Ming Dynasty was already in such a state of chaos. If the southern part became more chaotic and there was no one to deliver food to the imperial court, how could the imperial court bear it?
It's just that this time it seems a bit different, the court is very determined, and people everywhere tend to make trouble, he is worried that the situation will be out of control.

If the mob rises, how can the servants of these wealthy businessmen's families resist it?

"I don't know either, you can decide for yourself!" Feng Liang only took money and put salt in, so he couldn't control so much.

It was all the merchants' idea to obstruct the court's collection of commercial taxes, and the money they collected was also their money, and it had nothing to do with him as a transfer envoy.

After Feng Liang finished speaking, several people frowned and fell into deep thought. They were the only salt merchants who dared to confront the imperial court.

If they bowed their heads to the imperial court, then the previous persistence would definitely go to waste, and small merchants and peddlers everywhere would definitely fall to the imperial court.

"Why did you ask the old man instead of the big man behind you?" Feng Liang said meaningfully.

As the transfer envoy who controls the salt administration in the Lianghuai area, Feng Liang has always had a lot of eyeliners, so how can he not know that these guys are secretly contacting some important people.

"I don't know who can tell me, who is that big man?"

The door of the attic was pushed open, and Liu Hongjian came in smiling with a folding fan in his hand. Behind him came several Jinyiwei captains holding embroidered spring knives.

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　Thanks for the 100 coins rewarded by the book friend who lights up the ax while drunk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)