Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 102 A strange person appears in Bianjing

Early morning, morning market.

"Have you heard that this year's Yuanxi Poetry Festival is hosted by Chunming Tower. Not only its three oirans, but also the one from Fan Tower are invited. The four major oirans in the capital are gathered together!"

"And this time, unlike in the past, these businessmen hosted it themselves. The senior officials of the Ministry of Rites also planned to invite the Japanese people to the banquet. Now these Japanese people are being treasured by those officials in the court."

"Oh, those Japanese people? I really don't know what the officials and those officials value about them. They are just sick!"

"This has nothing to do with us, it's just fun to watch."

At a stall about three steps away from the person who spoke, a dashing woman in black slapped the table and said angrily: "What do you mean it's none of your business? These Japanese people have done many evil things and should have died long ago. Now they are still..." By the dog emperor and these dog officials."

Before he could finish his words, the man beside him said in a deep voice: "Don't say more that you shouldn't say and sit down!"

But this momentum seemed to startle everyone eating, and they all looked over for a while.

The handsome man slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, my sister is more impulsive, everyone."

Judging from his appearance, he is actually a scholar. Why is the girl at home so naughty?
The diners immediately stopped paying attention and continued to eat with their heads down.

On Zhou Fei's side, he looked solemn and said: "Little Langjun, try to stay away from these people, their martial arts are not low."

Even he said that, he must be the so-called expert. Zhao He nodded: "Don't worry, I won't mess with them when I have nothing to do."

"There seem to be a lot of these people in Bianjing recently."

Zhao He was also a little confused: "It doesn't look like you are here for martial arts competitions. I can't understand."

The group of people with extremely high martial arts skills that Zhou Fei mentioned left quickly. According to Zhou Fei's explanation, the etiquette was the etiquette commonly used by Jianghu people, and they were obviously martial arts practitioners.

However, this little incident did not have any impact on Zhao He, but he planned to go to the Yuanxi Poetry Festival tonight.

"How are things arranged on Chonghe Street?"

Guo Huai nodded: "Don't worry, young man, everything has been arranged."

Zhao He just nodded slightly, and the tone of their conversation was not even heard by Zhou Fei, who was nearest and still in the inner palace.

Since it's a business game, let's see who comes out on top at the end.

After the morning market ended, Zhao He and others went to Ningxiang. Compared with the explosive buying in the past few days, Ningxiang today is slightly more popular, but only slightly.

One can imagine how tempting these soaps and soaps are to the people of Bianjing.

Now three days' profit was actually enough for Zhao He to explore the wider Jiangnan market and the northern market. However, he put this matter aside for the time being and allowed those merchants who bought and sold to earn the difference.

After all, Fan Lou has not yet been solved, and he must take steps step by step to make a safe move.

During this day, he almost planned to visit the store in Ningxiang, and the contract for the cannibal was also sent over.

The contents of the contract are relatively simple and clear, with only three articles.

Within one month, 1 yuan of high-quality soap must be delivered.

These soaps must not cut corners and must be exactly the same as the soaps sold in Beijing.

If either party breaks the contract or fails to meet the requirements, it will need to pay [-]% of the entire goods transaction as compensation.

When he saw this, Zhao He also smiled. It seems that these big cannibals really care about their soap!
The advantage of doing business with foreigners is that the other party is not short of money at all. Once the transaction is confirmed, there is no need to worry about subsequent payments. The main thing is stability.

Moreover, sea trade was strictly monitored in the Song Dynasty. After both parties signed the contract, it had to be handed over to the local authority responsible for sea trade for review. The local government would make a copy of the contract as a reservation to adjust future conflicts between the two parties.

Zhao He read the contract and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he signed and deposited it, and then sent someone to send it back.

The business is finally done.

That afternoon, Da Shiren sent someone to deliver a deposit of [-] yuan. The delivery date agreed upon by both parties was February [-]th, which was more than enough for Zhao He.On Chonghe Street, Guo Huai was asked by Zhao He to come and refer to the location of the workshop, and finally settled on a courtyard with spacious rooms and a large number of rooms, with a monthly rent of five guan.

After the location of the workshop was signed, people were sent to start building the oil pan for boiling lard and the stove for burning paper and quicklime. Because the original recipe of the soap was not complicated, it did not take much effort to build it. .

Then in the evening of the same day, the vendors responsible for making various crafts on Chonghe Street were asked to move all the goods there. There was a lot of movement and attracted the attention of many people snooping.

This matter soon spread to Fanloujiang Yuanshan, and he sneered a few times when he learned that Zhao He was no longer hiding and started a workshop directly.

"Has the soap been made now?"

Fan Lou's steward immediately sent someone to bring a piece over. It looked exactly like the one produced in Ningxiang. Moreover, after being carved by Fan Lou's master, the pattern on it was more exquisite and ingenious.

Jiang Yuanshan looked at the soap in his hand with disdain in his eyes.

"If this kid knew that his formula was now in our hands, I wonder what his expression would be, right?"

"After all, this person has shallow eye sockets and little experience. How can he compare with us?"

"Since he is so ignorant of praise, let him see what is hidden..."

In the evening, Ningxiang also finished her busy day. Zhao He stretched and smiled brightly.

"What a beautiful day!"

Guo Huai chuckled and said: "I have been busy today and my income has increased a lot. Now Xiao Langjun is considered a quite famous figure in Bianjing."

Zhao He hummed, it felt good, he could make money every day, and as his wealth continued to accumulate, he could achieve more and more things.

You are one step closer to your life goal!

Outside the door, there was a man whose appearance Zhao He remembered clearly. He was the manager of Chunming Building. Of course, he was different from Qin Wan. After all, Qin Wan's actual identity was the owner of Chunming Building, and this one was the one who really handled the affairs.

The man respectfully handed over the invitation: "Young gentleman, my boss specially asked me to hand it over. The New Year's Eve Poetry Festival tonight will be very exciting. Please make sure to go, young gentleman."

Zhao He nodded, and Zhou Fei on the side heard the movement and immediately came over.

"Xiao Langjun, can you take me with you?"

Zhao He immediately said with a straight face: "Brother Zhou, I'm not happy with your expression. Today is a poetry meeting, a gathering place for elegant and elegant people. How can I dare to take you there with such an idiot like you?"

Zhou Fei looked strange, didn't I learn this from you?

Are you so serious now?

"Is it possible that Mr. Xiaolang doesn't plan to go?"

Zhao He Dayi said solemnly: "I have always longed for poetry."

Zhou Fei understood immediately when he heard this, and said seriously at the moment: "To be honest, young man, although I am a martial artist, I also yearn for the elegant learning..."

"Then watching and learning together is also a good thing!"

"So good!"

After saying that, Zhao He raised his hands to the steward of Chunming Building and said, "Please help me to send a message to steward Qin and arrange a position for the boy where he will not be noticed easily. Thank you."

After all, Lu Qingqing and his loyal fans had been offended before. Although this situation would not be planned, it would definitely be best if no one noticed.

"I'll convey it to you, and I'll go back and resume my duties."

I have been a little busy recently. Now I just have to wait for Fan Lou to make a move. There is nothing else worth worrying about.

It doesn’t hurt to take a break and see the world.

It's New Year's Eve, this scene is much bigger than it is on New Year's Day.
(End of this chapter)