The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 5 Song Xuan's Power

"Lack of money?"

"I still have some silver on me!" Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously felt for it in her bosom.

But then, she realized that something was wrong. Here, it was not Mount Emei, and the one sitting opposite was not the senior sisters in the door, but Senior Brother Song who had just met for a day.

It's too indecent to touch money in his arms in front of a man.

In case senior brother thinks that he is a licentious person and is deliberately seducing him, that would be really embarrassing!
Song Xuan waved his hand indifferently, and said, "I don't lack small money, what I lack is hundreds of thousands or millions of big money."

Zhou Zhiruo wondered, "What do you need so much money, brother? Although martial arts practitioners spend a lot more than ordinary people, it's not that exaggerated, right?"

Song Xuan blinked, pondered for a while, and tentatively said: "If I say that I want money, it is for rebellion, I don't know, do you believe it or not?"

"Believe me!" Zhou Zhiruo was not surprised at all, but took it for granted, "My master has two major ambitions in his life. One is to bring down the Demon Cult and avenge the master's past.

The second is to expel the Mongolian Tartars and restore our Han family's rivers and mountains.

Brother, you have this ambition, how can Zhiruo not believe it? "

Hearing this, Song Xuan smiled heartily: "Very good, you are very good!"

As he spoke, he continued: "No matter what happens in the future, as long as you don't turn to the Tartars, I will recognize you as a friend!"

"Senior brother, don't underestimate people!" Zhou Zhiruo's complexion became serious, her voice was soft, but her tone was inexplicably heavy: "My father, even if he died at the hands of a Tartar, how could he be that slut who recognized a thief as his father?" thing!"

"It's a slip of the tongue!"

Song Xuan apologized, and the hand holding the sword in the sleeve robe loosened without a trace.

For the time being, this fledgling Zhou Zhiruo, who is still a rookie in the arena, lacks experience and is a bit simple.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to rebel, we will be good friends!

Such a good thug, don't use it for nothing!

Soon, the maids brought the food and wine to the table, Song Xuan was not polite, and after a few words of politeness, he began to eat.

Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head and ate the rice in the bowl, but from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the other party from time to time.

Brother Song has a big appetite, and he eats very fast, but the way he eats is very elegant, not rough at all. After a while, several large bowls of rice are eaten with the dishes.

I knew before that Senior Brother Song was very handsome, but now that I looked at it carefully, I saw that Senior Brother Song's handsome face looked even more plump under the candlelight!
Especially when I think of today, the elegant figure of the brother who killed all the Tartar cavalry, one person with one sword, like a sword fairy coming to the world,
Inexplicably, she felt that her cheeks were slightly hot.

After the meal, some servant girls came to clean up the dishes, and one of them led Zhou Zhiruo to the room where she was staying.

After he left, Song Xuan drank tea and said lightly towards the door: "Come in!"

After the words fell, a tall man with a sword on his waist and a sword scar at the corner of his eye walked in quickly.

"Tell me about the recent situation!"

"Yes!"

The man respectfully said: "Young Master Hui, now we have eleven businesses in Jianghuai and other places, mainly escort agencies, cloth shops, and inns. The daily net profit is about 2000 taels!"

Song Xuan shook his head and said, "Not enough!"

"It's not enough!" The man smiled wryly, "My lord, the Tsing Yi Guards under your command are all over the provinces, and now there are more than [-] people. In addition to practicing martial arts every day, these people also want to inquire about news. spend money.

In addition, son, you also want to recruit craftsmen from all over the world, and you also need to develop and build firearms. Firearms consume more money than training warriors.

According to this rate of consumption, it won't last for a few months.

Young master, why don't you take the matter of firearms first? "

Song Xuan shook his head and said: "This matter cannot be delayed! Every year we delay, the people of the world will suffer for an extra year!"

Hearing the words, the man looked into the young master's eyes with fanaticism, and respectfully said: "It's a humble job, it's too easy to think about!"

Song Xuan waved his hand, "You have done a good job!"

While speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his eyes were deep, and his eyelashes opened and closed.

"Sixth, tell me, in this world, what business brings in the fastest money?"

In order to complete the task of the bronze mirror, he killed ten bandits in Dazhai.

But to be honest, in this day and age, even bandits don't have much wealth in the village.

Some wealthy and wealthy families who are a little bit more powerful, all support dead soldiers and even enshrine warriors in their families, and bandits dare not provoke them at will.

The only thing they can grab is ordinary people, or passing merchants.

But how much oil and water can these people squeeze out?
"My lord, if the money comes quickly, it's naturally brothels, casinos, and salt smugglers!"

As soon as money was mentioned, the man named Lao Liu suddenly became interested, and said repeatedly: "Among them, selling private salt is the fastest way to get money! Let's not talk about it, let's just say that the eight major families in the Jianghuai area are all rich. Enemy country, which one is not behind the smuggling of salt?
It is said that their annual silver turnover is counted in millions of taels! "

Song Xuan tapped his index finger on the table, and asked: "The brothel casino or something, don't be contaminated. It's the salt merchant's business, can we intervene?"

"It's not easy!" Lao Liu shook his head and said, "My lord, you also know that the Mongolian Tartars only know how to oppress by force, even if they win the world, they don't know how to govern the country at all.

Therefore, in terms of governing the country, all powers have been delegated to local governments.

The Tartars practice a tax package system. As long as the provincial governments in various places pay taxes to the imperial court on time every year, as long as the local governments do not directly rebel, the imperial court will not bother to ask any officials.

Because of this, the local gentry are so powerful that they even have an army that can be mobilized at any time!
The eight major Jianghuai families control the salt industry and raise outlaws, and there are government forces behind them. If we rashly intervene in it, it is estimated that within a few days, troubles will come to the door, both openly and secretly! "

Song Xuan pondered for a while, and said: "Tell me, if we directly tie up the prefect of Hangzhou and threaten him to open the back door in the matter of selling salt, is it feasible?"

"This is not impossible." Lao Liu shook his head and said: "I know that the young master is extremely powerful and has the ability to tie up the magistrate, but, to be honest, it is better to tie the patriarch of a big family in the Jianghuai territory than to tie a magistrate.

The energy of these big families is much stronger than that of a magistrate. "

Song Xuan pondered for a while, and said: "I will discuss this matter later, for the time being, I will focus on security, and I will think of other solutions for money matters.

I don't worry about anything else, the main reason is that all kinds of craftsmen I have collected with great difficulty in the past two years, if they are gone, then I will be so distressed! "

Although this world is a world of martial arts, warriors cannot compete head-on with a large-scale army.

The future is the era of firearms.

Those craftsmen had a low status in the eyes of the imperial court, but in Song Xuan's eyes, each of them was a treasure.

Even if one died for no reason, he would feel distressed for a long time!
As for the lack of money?
If it doesn't work, then he can only pretend to be a member of the Devil's Cult, find a few wealthy families, and steal from the rich to give to his poor!
(End of this chapter)