During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

What I mean is that Luo Tingye has never been afraid of people from the aristocratic family. Of course, people from the aristocratic family are not afraid of Luo Tingye either. They only maintain a superficial affection for each other.

But now the middle seems to be a little tilted.

Everyone suddenly realized that they had no idea what the emperor wanted to do, including what he would do next, and even if they understood, there was nothing they could do.

Yang Rong said with emotion: "It would be great if the queen died in an accident, so that the girls from each of our families could be sent to the palace."

Song Zheyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Zhengbai.

It happened that Cui Zhengbai also looked over.

"It's a pity. If Song Liyun had been willing to wait a few more years, maybe the Queen would be hers now."

At the end of the row, a middle-aged man in a brown robe said in a sinister tone.

The news that Song Liyun was clinging to Luo Tingye had spread to Jiangnan. Although it was not widely publicized, many people knew about it.

Song Liyun was so glorious back then, but now he is so embarrassed.

Many people are watching the fun.

Song Zheyuan's face was ashen, but it was his sister who did this.

In fact, when he learned the news that Luo Tingye was still alive, he also regretted it. If his sister could be on the throne for a few years, she would really become the queen, and he would be the uncle of the country.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Cui Zhengbai raised the corner of his lips, "Luo Tingye has long had a grudge against people from aristocratic families. How could he marry a girl from aristocratic families under such circumstances!"

Song Zheyuan unclenched his fist and said, "Brother Zhengbai is right."

Cui Zhengbai added: "Let's talk about the salt field. The court has taken action and we can't just sit back and wait for death."

The topic returned to the salt flats again.

"If you ask me, some people just stand and talk without pain. They do one thing in front of others and another behind their backs."

The middle-aged man was calm and looked at Song Zheyuan slowly under the gaze of everyone.

"Song Zheyuan, you said at the beginning that you wouldn't let everyone buy official salt privately, for fear of being caught by the court and making a fuss. We all listened to you and didn't sell it, but why did you sell it yourself first?"

Song Zheyuan frowned slightly as usual, "What do you mean by this?"

It was Liu Cheng who spoke, "Can't you hear what I mean? I mean it literally. On the surface, your Song family asked us not to sell official salt, but in private, you, the Song family, did so."

Song Zheyuan's expression suddenly darkened. Why didn't he know when the Song family started selling salt?

At this time, he noticed Cui Zhengbai's smile with his peripheral vision and followed his gaze.

I happened to see Butler Jia who was looking at me secretly.

Song Zheyuan's face turned red for a moment. There was something else he didn't understand. Someone was acting against the will.

This time even Cui Zhengbai didn't ask for help.

Song Zheyuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, "I don't know about this matter. If someone in the Song family really buys salt privately, I will never forgive him."

"What's the point of saying so much? If the salt farms in Qingzhou and Lianzhou get bigger, we won't be able to sell it no matter how much salt we have."

Liu Cheng's words were recognized by most people.

The key now is that they have to confront the imperial court.

Yang Rong rolled his eyes, "I don't think it's possible to do it openly, so we might as well do it covertly. While the salt fields in Qingzhou and Lianzhou haven't grown in size, we can ask His Majesty to hand over the management of the salt fields to us."

"This is good."

Liu Cheng gave him a thumbs up. The two of them were about the same age, and they liked to drink together on weekdays, but they couldn't stand the young people like them.

"But how can we get Luo Tingye to let go?"

Yang Rong said: "Of course he exchanged it for something he cared about." Everyone began to brainstorm. The group of people who usually called themselves upright were now full of conspiracy, kidnapping, extortion, threats, and some even proposed to unite with the new King of the Huns. .

There's nothing they can't think of, nothing they can't say.

Cui Zhengbai tilted his head and said to Song Zheyuan: "What they said is not unreasonable. Since we can't control the salt from Qingzhou and Lianzhou Salt Farms flowing into the market, we might as well take it from the source."

Song Zheyuan was worried: "The problem is that Luo Tingye will not compromise easily. Besides, we have no reason to blackmail him at the moment."

“If there is no handle, create one.”

Song Zheyuan looked at Cui Zhengbai expectantly, "Do you have any idea?"

"Maybe you can get it if you go to the capital."

"Are you going to the capital?"

Song Zheyuan was surprised. Cui Zhengbai grew up in Jiangnan. He once said that he liked the good wind and water in Jiangnan and never wanted to leave it in his life.

Cui Zhengbai spread his hands and said, "I don't want to go either. I heard that the wind in Beijing is very strong all year round. If I go, I might be blown away one day, but it won't work if I don't go!"

Selfishly, Song Zheyuan hoped that Cui Zhengbai could go to the capital.

"Alright."

Cui Zhengbai glanced at the noisy crowd and reminded: "Jiangnan is much more dangerous than the capital, so you have to take care."

"rest assured."

Song Zheyuan's eyes flashed with thousands of knives.

Emperors of all dynasties wanted to capture Jiangnan, but a few succeeded.

After it was over, Song Zheyuan personally escorted Cui Zhengbai out. Cui Zhengbai said, "I know you have a good relationship with Butler Jia Er, but he is too selfish. I know a lot of things."

Song Zheyuan's cheeks turned red, and he glared at Butler Jia with some hatred, "Although he is a little greedy, he is obedient. I will give them an explanation for this matter."

Cui Zhengbai couldn't say much when he saw this.

Before leaving, Cui Zhengbai said: "I will set off tomorrow. Brother Xie should be back soon. He has a quick temper and will definitely not let it go if he finds out about this matter."

"I'll watch him."

Cui Zhengbai nodded, feeling that there was really nothing more to say, so he got on the sedan.

The guests at the Song family left one after another, and the Song family became quiet.

Song Zheyuan was sitting alone in the study. Not long after, Butler Jia Er walked in, closed the door and knelt down, "I realize my mistake."

Song Zheyuan slumped on the Taishi chair and rubbed his brows, "I told you a long time ago that official salt cannot be sold for the time being. Why didn't you listen?"

The second housekeeper Jia said: "I don't want to do it either. It's just that the other masters insist on doing this, so I have no choice."

Song Zheyuan stared at him, and his expression softened a lot after a while.

Butler Jia stood up boldly. Seeing that Song Zheyuan didn't say anything, he felt relieved and said, "I will never dare to do this again."

"It's not your fault either."

Although he was in charge of the entire Song family, there were many people in the Song family's old house, including many of his uncles. He knew their temperament very well.

"How much salt did you buy in total?"

"Two ships."

Song Zheyuan frowned, "Why so many?" (End of Chapter)