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  Chapter 88 086 [Wishers take the bait]

   (In the previous chapter, the conversion of silver taels was wrong. It has been changed to: A total of more than 3,000 taels were grabbed, and 1,500 taels were distributed on one side.)

   Chongzhen six years, spring.

  The thieves entered Beizhili, and the general died in ambush, and Zhaozhou, Xishan, Shunde, and Zhending fell.

   fled to the foot of Motianling in Xingtai, recovered a little, went to Wu'an, and defeated Zuo Liangyu. The guard Cao Ming, the chief secretary Wu Yingke, etc. all died in battle.

  The peasant army ravaged Hebei, and the capital was shaken.

  At the same time, the government army besieged Dengzhou Shuicheng, and Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming fled.

   Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the first military champion king came to hire him. He was the one who was selected by Chongzhen who dismissed a large number of military officials and ordered a re-examination. After the martial arts palace examination, Wang Lai hired him as the deputy commander-in-chief of Shandong. He was very grateful to Emperor Chongzhen, and he would take the lead in every battle.

  Shandong Suiping.

   After repeated wars, the imperial court ran out of money again, and ordered the provinces to send the money for the salt class as soon as possible. A total of more than 3.2 million taels was owed.

   In addition, gold flowers and silver were also handed over quickly. This order made life difficult for farmers in Jiangnan provinces. Because the official land that needs to pay gold flowers and silver has long been occupied by nobles, gentry, and tyrants, once the court forces it, it means that the tenant farmers have to pay rent twice.

  The situation in the world is becoming more and more chaotic.

  …

  Zhao Han dug out the silk clothes he brought from Qianshan Mountain, and went to Huang's ancestral house with a folding fan in his hand.

   Temporary change of plan.

  Zhao Han pretends to be the son of a rich merchant in Jishui, Pang Chunlai is the accountant he brings, Chen Maosheng is his servant, and Zhang Tieniu plays the bodyguard.

   "Mr. Zhao...Young Master," Chen Maosheng touched the brim of his hat, "Can't you really see the scar on my forehead?"

  Zhao Han was a little impatient, and said, "I really don't see it, so don't touch it."

  Zhang Tieniu still stayed at the inn, Zhao Han only took Pang Chunlai and Chen Maosheng out.

  Huangjia Town is very small, with only one street. After leaving the town, I asked all the way, and within a short walk, I was able to see the Huang family's ancestral house in the distance.

   "There is another spring drought this year."

  Zhao Han glanced at the surrounding farmland. He said this to Pang Chunlai. The old master's eyesight can only see near objects.

  Pang Chunlai could only sigh: "The country is about to perish, and natural disasters occur frequently."

   It’s really nonsense. For several years in a row, Jiangxi has experienced spring droughts, summer floods, and winter snows in turn. The only thing that can be thankful is that no major disaster has been caused, and the drought and flood disaster will stop for a while.

  Zhao Han looked at the ditch beside the road, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

  The canal is guarded along the way, and it is brought in by water trucks by the river, and flows into some fixed paddy fields—all of which should be Mr. Huang’s fields.

  As for the fields of other families, no matter how close they are to the canal, they have to take a detour to the river to fetch water.

  Zhao Han saw many farmers going to the river in groups, picking up water one by one, and they couldn't irrigate a few acres from morning till night.

   "Hey, this ancestral hall is really beautiful."

  When Zhao Han passed by Huang's ancestral hall, he gave a strange admiration.

  The main reason is that the nearby farmers are too poor, and the nearby houses are too dilapidated, which makes the Huang's Ancestral Hall stand out from the crowd.

  Dougong and flying eaves, carved beams and painted buildings, and stone lions and stone turtles at the door. Although compared with the Fei Family Ancestral Hall, it is like a local rich man meeting a rich businessman, but it is so obtrusive standing here.

  About dozens of steps past the ancestral hall, is the residence of Huang Jiazu.

  Zhao Han had inquired a long time ago. The Huang family had only been a Jinshi in the Zhengde Dynasty, and there was no Juren after that. Moreover, the Huang family itself is not in business, and only sells some agricultural products and handicrafts to foreign merchants passing through the town.

  With no extra income and only relying on exploiting the village, how could they maintain such a wealthy ancestral house!

   "Bang bang bang!"

  The door opened, and seeing that they were unfamiliar faces, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you looking for?"

  Zhao Han just waved the folding fan, looking like a handsome man.

  Pang Chunlai stroked his beard, not looking directly at people.

  Only Chen Maosheng took a step forward, handed out the famous card with one hand, and said arrogantly: "My son is Zhao Yan, a talented scholar in Jishui.

  These three were full of style, and it seemed that they were from a big place, and the sect couldn't help but feel ashamed, so he hurriedly took the name card and ran to announce it.

  Zhao Han secretly gave a thumbs up, praising Chen Maosheng for his superb acting skills.

   Not long after, Menzi ran out again, nodded and bowed his head and said, "Three distinguished guests, my master is here to invite you."

   "Take a look!" Zhao Han stepped in.

  Chen Maosheng took out a bunch of copper coins from the bag, and threw it to the door.

   There are a lot of this thing, and the amount is large.

   Menzi took the reward with both hands, roughly estimated at least two or three hundred cash. Immediately, he was elated and became more enthusiastic, treating the three of them as wealthy customers from a big city.

  Zhao Han was brought into the waiting room, and soon tea was served.

   "Bah!"

  Zhao Han picked it up and took a sip, spit it all out, and said disdainfully, "What kind of bad tea is this, it's also for people to drink?"

  Pang Chunlai hurriedly dissuaded: "Young Master, this is someone else's house. Even if the tea is not good, you should give the master some face."

   "All right, all right, I'll give him face." Zhao Han put down the tea bowl and never picked it up again.

  The maid who served the tea left with the tray and ran quickly to see Master Huang.

  After talking about it, Mr. Huang became angry and felt that he had been humiliated. But he has a low self-esteem. He has lived in the village for most of his life, so he is really not worthy of carrying shoes for wealthy merchants.

  Master Huang didn't dare to be negligent any longer, he walked quickly to the hall, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "My humble fellow Huang Zundao, you are upright. Haha, there are some who are far away, and some who are far away."

  Zhao Han also got up and cupped his hands, and said modest words in a haughty tone: "Where is it, I am just here for the first time, and I have to rely on Master Huang for everything."

   "Don't dare to call me a master, you just call me a member," Huang Zundao asked, "Have you asked your name yet?"

  Zhao Han reported his family background: "Jishui scholar Zhao Yan, the word Zi said."

  Huang Zundao felt even more inferior. Although he was over sixty years old, he was still just a child.

   Throughout Daming, Jiangxi has the most Jinshi.

   Throughout Jiangxi, Ji'an has the most Jinshi.

  Huang Zundao was born in a remote village in Ji'an Prefecture. The education resources are not good, but the imperial examination pressure is great. His childhood was all bought, and it was too expensive to continue to buy scholars, so he could only make do to pretend to be aggressive in front of his neighbors.

   Jishui also belongs to Ji'an Prefecture. Zhao Han claims to be a scholar of Jishui, which is far more valuable than Juren in Yunnan and Guizhou.

   "It turned out that the seniors were face to face, disrespectful, disrespectful." Huang Zundao hurriedly bowed.

   This is a contest of fame and wealth.

  A boy facing a scholar, a local rich man facing a rich businessman, Huang Zundao really couldn't dance.

  Of course, if it involves self-interest, then we have to say something else.

  The strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake!

   "Since Xiaoyou Huang is also a scholar, let's talk about it," Zhao Han put on airs and said, "I want to build a warehouse in Huangjia Town, and the rocky beach by the river, are you willing to sell it to me?"

   Huang Zundao was surprised: "Senior, you want to build a warehouse here?"

  Zhao Han sighed suddenly: "My Zhao family is considered a rich family in Jishui. I used to do business in Fujian and Guangdong. Have you ever seen the sea?"

   "I'm going to have a look." Huang Zundao said.

Zhao Han bragged: "My family's goods are all going to sea. If they are sold to merchants in Fujian, they will be shipped to Taiwan, Luzon, Ryukyu, and Japan. If they are sold to merchants in Guangdong, they will be shipped to places in the West. There is France, France, and England. Have you heard of these foreign countries?"

  Huang Zundao felt even more inferior, and said with an apologetic smile, "I heard it a little bit."

   "I hate those rioters!" Zhao Han slammed the table, knocking the lid of the tea bowl off.

  Huang Zundao only knew about the nearby villages and towns, so he hurriedly asked, "Where are the rioters?"

Zhao Han said: "There are rioters in southern Jiangxi and western Fujian. When they retreat, they gather in the mountains and forests, and when they enter, they attack prefectures and counties, blocking all the business routes of my Zhao family. Those who come here will forcibly extract them from passing merchants. Thirty percent of the goods!"

  Huang Zundao nodded and said, "These rioters really deserve to die."

   "The Southern Jiangxi general is also an idiot. He suppressed the bandits for several years, but he was suppressed by the rioters and dared not leave the city. The imperial court should arrest him and put him in prison!" Zhao Han yelled.

  The first Southern Jiangxi General Soldier was Yu Dayou, but as long as the banditry was not rampant, usually there was only one Southern Jiangxi General Soldier, and the Southern Jiangxi General Soldier was concurrently served by the Jiangxi General Soldier.

  The same is true for the governor of Southern Jiangxi. Generally, the governor of Jiangxi concurrently serves as the governor.

  Now the southern Jiangxi general is under the jurisdiction of western Fujian and southern Jiangxi, and it is full of peasant troops...

  Huang Zundao said in surprise: "The generals in Southern Jiangxi are afraid to leave the city?"

   "Really?" Zhao Han sneered.

  Huang Zundao quickly asked: "Did the imperial court send troops to suppress it?"

Zhao Han sighed and said: "Where are there still soldiers in the imperial court? In recent years, there have been civil unrest in Guangdong, Fujian, Jiangxi, and Huguang. The White Lotus Sect has arisen in Beizhi, Shandong, and Henan. Bandits in Shaanxi and Shanxi have ravaged, Liaodong It was also occupied by Tartars, where do you think the imperial court sent troops from?"

   "This...how could this be?" Huang Zundao was shocked. He only cares about his own one-acre three-point land, and he doesn't know anything about the outside world, and he won't inquire about the past merchants.

Zhao Han said again: "Business in the south can't be done. My Zhao family plans to go to Heshui to transport goods from central Jiangxi to Huguang. I was sent by my family to explore the road. I think Huangjia Town is in a good location. I want to come here. Build a transit warehouse."

   "Well."

Once his own interests were involved, Huang Zundao became reserved, put on airs and began to make decisions, and even changed his address: "I will tell you my brother, although the rocky wasteland on the river beach is not worth much, it is shared by all the Huang family's clans." Industry. It may not be easy to convince various sects, and this old man has to think carefully."

  Zhao Han also changed his address, and said with a smile: "Since Huang Yuanwai can't be the master, then I will build a warehouse in another place. Farewell!"

   "My dear brother, don't worry," Huang Zundao hurriedly dissuaded, "Everything is easy to discuss."

Zhao Han said confidently: "Although Huangjia Town is located on a commercial thoroughfare, there are many towns along the Heshui River! I built a warehouse in Huangjia Town, which is a great thing for Huang Yuanwai. The warehouse one The more merchants stop here, the better the town's business will be. Wouldn't Huang Yuanwai's local products be more profitable? Maybe, after ten or twenty years, Huangjia Town will become a big town !"

  This big cake is well drawn, Huang Zundao really believed it.

  Zhao Han said again: "I want to build a warehouse, recruit workers, and buy stone, wood, and mortar. Huang Yuanwai has the final say on which workers to hire? Don't you buy stone, wood, and mortar from Huang Yuanwai?"

correct!

  Huang Zundao was secretly happy, and he could take the opportunity to make a fortune.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, Zhao Han said with a smile, "The wasteland on the river beach can't grow food. If Mr. Huang can give me a free gift, then we can continue to discuss business. If not, then I'll go to the next town. I only give you three days Time to consider, once three days pass, I will leave immediately!"

  Huang Zundao said: "Don't think about it, as long as it is a barren beach that cannot be farmed, you can take as much as you want, brother. But, I will be responsible for the workers and materials for building the warehouse. How?"

   "Haha, deal!" Zhao Han laughed.

   Isn't this the bait?

  (end of this chapter)