Chapter 210: 1 silver coins and the invention of "glasses"
Chapter 210: The division of taels of silver and the invention of "glasses"
"Sir, did you know that she would choose to become an 'imperial merchant'?"
Walking out of the duty room, the young secretary Qian Kerou tilted her head and asked curiously.
Zhao Duan laughed and asked, "Why do you say that?"
The new female officer thought for a moment and said:
"I feel like you're not surprised at all."
Zhao Duan never denied:
"People like Lin Susu won't willingly leave their fate to luck."
Qian Kerou seemed to be thinking about something and blinked again:
"Then why is her name written on the contract? She is not a businessman... Oh, I understand. It is to give her some support."
Zhao Duan said nothing, but stood with his hands behind his back looking at the lanterns hanging in the yamen.
Things like love are always unreliable.
No one knows what attitude the merchant named Hu will have when he is released from prison after this incident and faces his wife who has been abused by the young cabinet minister.
Although Zhao Duan fulfilled the deal, the future of the couple had nothing to do with him.
But as the saying goes, if you send a Buddha to the west, giving Madam Lin a little bit of leverage may help save a person who is desperate and seeking death.
"grown ups……"
The round-faced, big-eyed, increasingly capable female secretary suddenly pursed her lips and said:
"You are actually very soft-hearted, aren't you?"
You are the weak one, your whole family is weak... Do you know what it means that good people don't live long, but bad guys live a thousand years... Zhao Duan glared and drove them away.
Qian Kerou walked away smiling, but the corners of her mouth were raised.
No one really likes to follow a cold-blooded wild animal.
Zhao Duan shook his head with a helpless expression, yawned, and walked towards home.
"I always feel like I've forgotten something..."
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After nightfall, Xu's family.
Xu Hanlin paced anxiously. After he betrayed the young cabinet minister yesterday, he followed Lihuatang's instructions and went home to wait for news.
A day of near torture.
It was not until he heard that the "Li Party" had changed its stance at the morning court session that he finally realized that the matter was settled.
Xu Mingyuan went to the imperial court in broad daylight to look for Zhao Du'an, hoping to curry his favor and receive a reward, thus taking the opportunity to join the imperial party.
After all, after this incident, he has become a complete traitor and is in urgent need of a strong supporter.
Unfortunately, the only news he got was that "the master went to the palace and has not returned yet."
"Knock, knock, knock..." The doorman suddenly came to report:
"Master, someone is looking for you outside."
Xu Mingyuan was cheered up and his brows were full of joy. He thought to himself that maybe his new mentor had arrived. He hurried out of the house and saw a carriage parked.
But the closer I got, the more uneasy I felt.
When he saw the people in the car in the darkness, he was horrified:
"Old...teacher..."
Chen Zhengru looked at him expressionlessly. In his hands were documents that someone had handed to him about Xu Mingyuan betraying his relatives and friends.
"You're fine, really fine."
The Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy said calmly and threw the paper in his hand at him.
Xu Mingyuan took a look and felt a black screen in front of his eyes. He felt dizzy and realized that he had been sold out by the man named Zhao. He collapsed to the ground in despair.
There is never a good ending for a traitor. He suddenly realized it, but it was too late.
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That night, news that the court's new policy had been finalized spread throughout the capital.
For a time, countless onlookers took action after hearing the news.
There are countless spies hidden in the capital, delivering the news to various provincial capitals at the fastest speed.
As the center of the Dayu Dynasty, any disturbance here will affect countless people.
However, only a very few people know that the one who really made the final decision was the infamous Zhao.
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The capital city finally bid farewell to the heat and headed towards early autumn.
This was what Zhao Duan judged the next morning from the slight chill in the morning air.
After Zhao Duan finished his meal, he went to the government office to punch in and learned that the new policy had entered the implementation stage.
The scholars of Xiuwenguan were very busy.
He shook his head, with no intention of helping, and rode straight to the Tianshi Mansion.
I haven't been here for a few days, but the Tianshi Mansion is still as majestic as ever.
Among the square buildings, the towering clock tower is extremely eye-catching.
Zhao Duan reported his identity, thinking that the Taoist boy guarding the gate would go and report.
Unexpectedly, this time the other party smiled and said:
"Please follow me, Envoy Zhao. Senior Sister Jin Jian has told me that if you come, we should first receive you and have you sit down, and then inform her."
Eh... Jin Jian's EQ has improved. He actually made arrangements in advance and showed his goodwill to me?
Or... did you know I would come?
Zhao Duan was greatly surprised.
Following the Taoist priest into the temple, I could see from afar the numerous buildings in the Tianshi Mansion, a layout that was very different from the Taoist temples I had imagined.
Different small building complexes are scattered all over the place, each with a different appearance.
The guide explained:
In addition to being responsible for the daily operations of the Tianshi Mansion, there are also those who are in charge of industries and shops, as well as the management of some spiritual fields and precious lands, which are managed by professional priests.
The main building complex of the Tianshi Mansion consists of six buildings, which are registered by the six disciples of the old Tianshi... but they are just in name only and hardly have anything to do with the affairs.
Zhao Duan sat in a guest room for a while.
Outside.
A petite, pale-skinned, delicate-looking female priest appeared with an expressionless face.
Jin Jian was still wearing the same priest robe embroidered with gold thread that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
At this time, the little expression was somewhat alert:
"Isn't the scroll given to you? Is there anything else? I'm very busy."
You're busy sleeping, right? Zhao Duan complained, half-smiled:
"Your Excellency the High Priest is forgetful. I am here today to collect my share of the dividends from the ice business."
Sure enough, he came to ask for money!
Upon hearing this, Jin Jian clenched her hands in her sleeves, her body tensed, her eyes wandered, and she looked around and said something else:
"The weather is so nice today, hahaha."
Shit... This girl wouldn't be like Lao Wang, wanting to get whores for free, right?... Zhao Duan frowned:
"Don't change the subject. You don't want the news of Tianshi Mansion's fraud to be exposed to Zhang Tianshi."
Seeing that playing dumb was futile, Jin Jian looked dejected and sighed softly.
Reluctantly, she used her two small hands to flip the Tai Chi fish-shaped purse on her waist:
"Here, here you go... I've prepared everything, but the accounts haven't been fully settled yet, and there's still some money that hasn't been collected. If you want it now, you can only take the portion that's already been credited..."
Only then did Zhao Duan smile and rub his hands in anticipation.
When talking about money, the young priestess became a little more "human", unlike before when she was like a wandering ghost.
The first thing Jin Jian pulled out was not silver, but a small handwritten account book, which stated in a serious tone:
"Take a look at the account first... You only provided the formula. We paid for the production and sales of the products first, so we have to deduct the profits... And there are also taxes to be paid to the court... You also charged me for helping you, and there are also scrolls for you to use..."
The girl was counting on her fingers, looking like a miser.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, took out a stack of banknotes from her purse, closed her eyes, and reluctantly handed them to him:
"This is yours, more than ten thousand taels..."
If you can't see it, you won't feel heartache.
Zhao Duan reached out to take it and pulled it.
Didn't pull.
"…Let go."
"profound."
Still no movement.
"Let go! Otherwise I'll tell your Master..." "..."
When he finally got the thick stack of banknotes in his hands, Zhao Duan couldn't help but smile.
The profit from one ice-making formula in about one month was as high as 10,000 taels. This speed of making money was enough to make people's jaws drop.
Of course, if you think about it, it's not surprising.
With the capabilities of the Tianshi Mansion, how much more than just sales in the capital have been going on in the past month?
In fact, after realizing the money-making ability of this thing.
The Tianshi Mansion launched a massive attack, and the surrounding areas were also fully deployed.
This was because the formula was too simple and the large-scale purchase of saltpeter could not be concealed at all. Later on, there were many competing imitators on the market.
This led to a price war.
Otherwise, the profits would be even higher.
In one month, I bought a big villa in Beijing... Zhao Duan's smile spread, thinking that he had enough money to buy a house.
Jin Jian felt extremely painful. After handing over the silver note, he staggered, grasped with his small hands, and finally covered his chest in pain.
I'm so distressed that I can't breathe.
At the beginning, Zhao Duan offered eight thousand taels to buy out the formula, but she did not agree.
As a result, now, only 10,000 yuan has been distributed in the first batch, and this is after deducting a lot of miscellaneous fees.
"What's wrong with the priest?" Zhao Duan pretended to be concerned.
"...No, this formula has been copied, but I'm afraid next year, I won't be able to sell this much. My senior brother said that I can make some money by reselling it a few times before the formula spreads. What do you think?"
Jin Jian turned his head away and said painfully.
Tsk... patent authorization... a very wise decision... Zhao Duan smiled:
"It's all up to the priest."
Well, in this way, I can get at least another 10,000 or 20,000 yuan later... As I said, you can make a lot of money without corruption...
Jin Jian didn't want to see him, so he waved and was about to leave.
Zhao Duan suddenly asked curiously:
"Excuse me, why are the priest's eyes so strange?"
He has always been curious about what was going on with Jin Jian's eyes.
"...I look at the stars too much at night, and this is why it becomes like this. It's hard to see clearly." Jin Jian explained weakly.
"Will practitioners also be like this? I mean, their eyes are damaged." Zhao Duan had a strange expression.
He thought that a panacea or something could solve the problem.
Jin Jian said dejectedly:
"My cultivation is not enough... As for the elixir, there are not many that can cure this."
Zhao Duan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said:
"I know something that might help. Well, it's probably like this..."
He saw that there was also paper and pen in the room, so he took them and drew a simple diagram and a general principle, then handed it over and said:
"You can find a craftsman to try making one, but of course, it may not work."
He suspected that the girl in front of him had some astigmatism...
Jin Jian picked up the blueprint in a daze.
Looking at the two big words "Glasses" and the strange perspective pattern on it, she looked at him strangely and asked cautiously:
"How much do you want to sell this for?"
Zhao Duan took the banknote and smiled warmly: "This is for you, no money required."
Although fitting glasses is a big industry, he only knows the general principles, has no finished product drawings, and has no skills...
Moreover, although there are crystals in this world, they are expensive and not everyone can afford them...
Watching Zhao Duan's back as he left, Jin Jian held the blueprint in his hands, tilted his head, and seemed a little distracted.
Suddenly I felt that my heart didn’t hurt anymore.
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Deep inside the Tianshi Mansion.
In that building with its own entrance and courtyard, on a clear blue day, a huge banyan tree stretched out its branches, providing a shade.
The old Taoist priest, who was tall, wearing a black robe, with narrow eyes and a gentle demeanor, was lying on a bamboo chair, reading a letter.
In the courtyard, there was a crane with a small bundle hanging around its neck, drinking water gracefully.
"Huh? Crane."
The translucent golden tablet passed through the gate, revealed its shape, and looked at the crane in surprise:
"Did someone send a letter to Master?"
Zhang Yanyi raised his head, smiled, and handed her the letter:
"Yes."
Jin Jian used magic to correct his gaze and focus it, and said in surprise:
"It's a letter from Fourth Senior Brother."
The fourth senior brother is the Red-Dot Boy of the previous generation. He is now traveling outside and is a compulsive gambler.
The deity he mainly studies is related to luck, and he has a signature talisman in his hand called the "Luck Dice".
Every time you throw it out, you will be randomly gifted with a modification to your own luck for a period of time. When you are lucky, everything will go smoothly. It can be called an experience card for the son of luck, and opportunities and magic weapons will automatically gather.
When you are unlucky, you suffer continuous misfortunes, and are regarded as a star of misfortune, which everyone tries to avoid.
"Why did Fourth Senior Brother suddenly write back a letter?" Jin Jian was curious.
Zhang Yan sighed and said faintly:
"He shook off the bad luck of the 49th day and was worried that he would die outside, so he asked the master for help."
Jin Jian's face was full of worry:
"Then Master, will you use the Heavenly Dao to take the blame for him?"
Zhang Yan said "Oh" and said:
"As a teacher, I will just pretend that I don't have this disciple."
"..."
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Beijing, outside the west gate.
On the official road, a convoy of merchants was moving straight ahead.
In the convoy, on a carriage, the curtain was lifted, and a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, fat as a pig, with acne marks all over his face and a greasy complexion leaned out.
He would point to the towering city gate in front of him and shout excitedly:
"We've arrived at the capital, we've arrived at the capital, hurry up! Someone, hurry up and make the car in front go faster! I want to go into the city to rest, stay in the best inn, and eat the best meat! I don't want to suffer on the road! Why are you so slow?"
The young man shouted loudly, bossing people around and urging them to do things. Many outsiders who came into the city looked at him sideways.
inside the carriage.
A middle-aged woman dressed in jewels but with a gloomy expression due to the long journey was annoyed by the noise, but she did not try to stop it.
He just turned his head, curled his thin lips, looked at the middle-aged man in the car, and complained:
"We have finally reached the end of this journey. Didn't you send a letter to your niece in advance? Why is there no one to meet us? Are you letting us go into the city by ourselves?"
He was born in a branch of the You family in Xipingdao. He is the current head of the family and the "second uncle" mentioned by You Jinhua. He is a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure, a beard, a rich face and a steady gaze.
He frowned and said:
"Things are different now. My niece is now married into the Zhao family and has someone to rely on.
I heard that Zhao Duan was favored by the Saint...Now, the mother is honored by her son, but I don’t know whether she will recognize me as her second uncle and you as her aunt. "
The woman raised her brows and said unhappily:
"What do you mean a mother is honored by her son? He's just a stepson, and a gigolo at that..."
"Shut up."
The middle-aged man suddenly spoke, scolded his wife, and pulled his youngest son back.
Looking to the side, I saw another carriage coming from behind and gradually driving side by side.
To be precise, I was looking into the car, at the man I had met by chance on the road, and they were having a very pleasant conversation.
He claimed to be from a prominent aristocratic family. He was also in Beijing to visit a friend. He was a man of extraordinary bearing and majestic manners.
He smiled and said, "My son is naughty. I am sorry to have made you laugh."
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ps: I am in a bad state today, so this is the only update I will make. It is a good opportunity to sort out the subsequent plots.
(End of this chapter)