The Evil Emperor Pursues His Wife: Sheng Chong Shifei

Chapter 184
The fourth prince, Chu Qiankang, realized the mistake he had made. He gave all the salt rolls provided by Shangguan Qing to the salt merchants in exchange for 100 million rock salt goods in their hands. He thought he could transport them to Tongde Road to make a fortune. .But when the salt cargo was shipped, he realized what a huge amount 100 million shi was.Even with the Taiping truck provided by the Craftsmanship Division, he can only transport 8000 shi of salt at a time, and he can earn back [-] million yuan after deducting the cost of the guards.

This amount is already a huge amount of money for Shengdou Xiaomin, but it is pitifully small when converted into gold coins.

"Eight hundred gold, only eight hundred gold, how long will it take for me to repay [-] gold?" Chu Qiankang had blisters growing on the corner of his mouth overnight.

Chu Qiankang tried his best, but he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

The salt merchants who got the salt rolls before have already gone south, and before the beginning of spring, there will be 200 million stone salt shipments entering the capital, completely driving down the price of the salt goods in Chu Qiankang's hands.

"Damn it."

Chu Qiankang couldn't think of a way to break his head, so he had to send a post to visit Shangguan Qing.

After receiving Chu Qiankang's post, Shangguan Qing was very surprised. The last time Chu Qiankang came over, he was not so polite, and almost went directly to Luantai Division.

"Why did you suddenly become polite?" Shangguan Qing showed the post to Chu Qianhan.

Chu Qianhan knew that Shangguan Qing asked the question knowingly, and sighed cooperatively: "The fourth brother used to look down on the merchant the most, but this time he has to run away for the merchant's affairs. He is also aggrieved by the salt in his hand."

Shangguan Qing giggled.

"Stop laughing, seriously, is there a way to come out?" Chu Qianhan meant that if there is no way, then don't agree.

Shangguan Qing put away her smile and said, "I can't help it. That's a million-level salt product, not one or two hundred shi."

"The fourth brother is too naive. He bought so much salt at one time, and the price is double the high price. After this loss, the fourth brother will learn to behave better in the future."

Chu Qianhan withdrew from the battle for the throne, and his mood calmed down a lot. He treated his brothers as a bowl of water, and he was more considerate of his brothers. He said to Shangguan Qing: "If you have a way, I will help you."

Shangguan Qing thought hard all night, and only wrote back to Chu Qianhan the next day, inviting him to go to Princess Xiyue's mansion to participate in a poetry meeting, to appreciate the snow and compose poems.

Chu Qianhan asked: "Did you think of a way?"

"Well." Shangguan Qing answered honestly, she really couldn't think of a way out, she complained: "That's 96 stone salt goods, originally intended to be transshipped in the capital, but they were all intercepted by him. Except for Tongde Road, other side roads have to eat light food in the past few months."

Chu Qianhan heard some tricks, and asked: "Can't the salt goods be sent out according to the original business route?"

"There are not so many people in the imperial court. Although the salt merchants are not large in scale, they add up to tens of thousands of people. If they are all escorted by the Imperial Army, the troops in the capital will be empty. Your Majesty will not agree. Fourth Highness One man against one country at a time."

"It's true to say that one person can fight against one country." Chu Qianhan suddenly thought of an idea, but quickly shook his head and rejected it.

"What solution did you think of?" Shangguan Qing asked curiously.

"Ask him to contact the officials from the outer routes, and they will send people to take the salt cargo away. Let alone the imperial court's rule that soldiers from the outer routes are not allowed to enter Beijing, even contacting officials from the outer routes in private is not what the prince should do. Then But it is tantamount to treason." Chu Qianhan said an impossible option.

Shangguan Qing mourned for Chu Qiankang and said, "Unless you have Sumeru equipment, you can hold 96 shi of salt at a time."

"Wait, you said Sumeru equipment..." Chu Qianhan held Shangguan Qing's hand and looked at Shangguan Qing nervously, which shocked Shangguan Qing.

Shangguan Qing carefully explained: "I wanted to say space equipment, but if you don't understand it, I will say it is Sumeru equipment. This is what I remember from that period of modern memory."

Chu Qianhan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The Sumeru Artifact is a secret of the royal family. I also learned it by chance. You must not tell it to the outside world. No matter how much the father trusts you, he will not allow you to live in this world." gone."

"so serious?"

"It is of course a serious issue that concerns the country."

Shangguan Qing shut her mouth, stopped talking about this topic, suddenly picked up something mischievously and hit Chu Qianhan, pouted and said: "People don't know how to write poems, so what should I do if I go to a poetry meeting in a few days? "

Chu Qianhan grabbed the thing that Shangguan Qing had thrown at him, and put it in his palm, it was a little clay fox placed on the edge of the tea tray.The tea pets on Shangguan Qing's tea tray are all custom-made in the craftsman's office. There are rabbits, foxes, little turtles and piglets, all of which are very cute.

Chu Qianhan put the fox down and said, "I don't know which fox will steal the chicken raised by my father."

"Oh, don't talk about this, let's go out and play, maybe I can have the inspiration to write poems by looking at this world." Shangguan Qing threw a little clay rabbit over, coquettishly refusing to listen to Chu Qianhan's words reason.

Chu Qianhan got up and took a copy of "Collection of Poems of the Early Kingdom" from the shelf and put it in front of Shangguan Qing, saying: "The article commented by Shangguan Xiangye is still good, you should read more, and then go out for a walk, and you will be able to write poems." coming."

"Do you have to read books?" Shangguan Qing was very repulsed by Shangguan Wen and the annotated books. This feeling came from Qian Qing's memory.

"Opening the book is beneficial, let's read more." Chu Qianhan flipped a page casually, and read out the elegant lines on it: "The breeze shakes the trees in the garden, and the light snow falls through the gaps in the curtain..."

Shangguan Qing looked at Chu Qianhan's sharp-edged face and listened to the elegant lines he read out, her heart was filled with sweetness.

After reading a poem, Chu Qianhan said: "It will be fine if you read more poems. The poetry meeting your daughter's family will participate in does not have high requirements for mediocrity. As long as there is artistic conception, the structure doesn't matter."

He had heard those songs sung by Shangguan Qing, and knew that Shangguan Qing didn't like to set rules, so he simply let Shangguan Qing go ahead and show his true heart.

Shangguan Qing looked out the window, thought hard and said: "I still like heavy snow, thousands of mountains and rivers, silver armor, strong wind, gold and silver treasures in my pan."

Chu Qianhan was almost choked, so he held his chest in discomfort and said, "You! You can't carve rotten wood."

"Don't be angry, people really don't know how to compose poems, why don't you write a few poems about Xue Yong, I'll memorize them and take them with you tomorrow, it won't count as losing face to you."

Seeing Shangguan Qing's reckless appearance, Chu Qianhan could only nod his head.

"Great, I can finally handle it." Shangguan Qing waved his fists and ran out, turned around and said after reaching the door: "You work hard to write poems, I'll make you a big meal today."

Chu Qianhan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If you spend half of your cooking skills on poetry, it will be enough."

He got up and walked to the rooftop, looking at the capital city that had gradually changed from white to gray after the heavy snow a few days ago, his mood for writing poetry suddenly disappeared.

When talented scholars and beautiful ladies recite poems and compose poems, can we see the people's cry of hunger and cold?

Probably not.

(End of this chapter)