I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 14 Good News Ahead
Zhejiang, Zhejiang Governor's Mansion.

Hu Zongxian, governor of Zhejiang Province and governor of Zhejiang Province, sits on the top seat. Next to him are He Maocai, the Inspectorate of Zhejiang Province, Zheng Michang, the Governor of Zhejiang Province, and Yang Jinshui, the chief eunuch of the Weaving Bureau. Talk to him.

The charcoal fire was burning in the house, and several dancers were dancing beautifully, and all of them were wearing thin silk, which perfectly set off their figures. A dozen foreign businessmen looked at the silk on the table. , whispering, and stroking her hands from time to time, the satisfaction in her eyes could not be concealed.

"We want 50 horses, do you...do you have any?" the Fanbang businessman asked in half-baked words.

"Yes, of course, not to mention 50 pieces, but also 80 pieces!" Yang Jinshui, the chief eunuch of the Weaving Bureau, heard this and frowned with a smile.

"What? Want to raise the price, ten or eight? No, no, we don't have that much money." After hearing Yang Jinshui's quotation, the Fanbang businessman shook his head like a rattle.

"This year's silk has adopted a new method, so the cost will naturally go up. Look, what they are wearing is the same as the one in your hand. Does it feel thinner?" Yang Jinshui said, pointing to those who are dancing. dancing girl.

The Fanbang businessman looked in the direction of Yang Jinshui's finger, but couldn't look back for a long time, so he had to answer: "Okay... it seems to be thinner."

"But ten taels and eight dollars is really too expensive, maybe ten taels and five dollars."

"Ten taels or six dollars, no less. I only sold it because you ordered silk last year! If it is lower than this price, I will be fined." After Yang Jinshui finished speaking, he closed his eyes, No more words.

After listening to Yang Jinshui's quotation, the Fanbang merchants gathered together and whispered together. After discussing for a long time, even if a piece of silk sold for ten or six dollars, they could still make some money after transporting it back to Europe. They finally nodded and agreed to Yang Jinshui's offer. offer.

"Okay, ten taels or six dollars a horse, we will buy 50 horses."

Seeing that the deal was finalized, the Fanbang businessman sat back in his seat and watched the singer's dance carefully.

Hearing the final price of the Fanbang businessman, everyone present looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

In fact, this year's silk was the same as last year, but the quotation was much more expensive. Last year, the quotation for a piece of silk was nine taels and four yuan. While they were happy, everyone quickly thought of another question.

"Does the Weaving Bureau have so much production?" He Maocai took a sip of tea and asked Zheng Michang beside him in a low voice.

"It...it seems that there are not so many. Last year's output was only 30 horses." Zheng Bichang gave the answer after recalling for a while.

"Then where can I get the extra 20 bolts of silk?" He Maocai's face suddenly became depressed.

A foreign businessman looked at Hu Zongxian who was sitting in the upper seat, cupped his hands, and said respectfully: "Master Hu, besides silk, we want to buy something else."

After saying that, he glanced at the dancer who was dancing in the room.

Hu Zongxian heard this, stroked his beard, got up from his seat, glanced at the merchants of Fanbang one by one, and said loudly: "My Daming can sell silk, tea and porcelain, but I just don't sell people!"

Seeing that Hu Zongxian lost his temper, those foreign businessmen quickly raised their wine glasses to make amends. After drinking a few glasses together, the atmosphere returned to the previous harmony.

After sending the Fanbang businessman away, Yang Jinshui breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately began to calculate the possible benefits in his heart.

"My lord, a letter from Qi Jiguang!"

At this moment, a soldier rushed into the Governor's Mansion of Zhezhi and handed over the battle report from the front to Hu Zongxian.

"Since it's a battle report from the front line, then I won't bother you." Yang Jinshui got up and left immediately after hearing this. As a person in the palace, he should avoid suspicion in court affairs. This is also the "rule" set by the court for many years.

"Eunuch Yang, go slowly." Everyone bowed to see them off.

After Yang Jinshui left, he looked at the envelope in Hu Zongxian's hand. Everyone in the room held their breath. The dancer's dancing posture was still as soft and beautiful as before, but everyone present was not interested in reading any more. Zheng Bichang was a little irritable , waved his hand, and then the dancers all went down.

Hu Zongxian opened the envelope, and at the same time, Zheng Michang and He Maocai's hearts rose to their throats, their eyes fixed on the envelope, not daring to move half a step away.

Seeing the content written in the letter, Hu Zongxian's originally frowning brows relaxed: "Hahaha, good! Good!"

"My lord, but the front line has won the battle..." Zheng Michang and He Maocai couldn't help asking when they saw that their immediate superiors were so happy.

"Look for yourselves." After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he handed the letter in his hand to everyone.

Zheng Michang and He Maocai read the contents of the letter, and they couldn't help showing joy. The letter stated that the Ming army wiped out more than [-] Japanese pirates in Fenghua, Ninghai and other places. In addition, they also obtained news about Wang Zhi from among the prisoners.

"This Wang Zhi is really hateful. He even colluded with Japanese pirates to harm the people of our Ming Dynasty!" Zheng Michang read the letter with an indignant expression on his face.

"If you want me to say, just dig up his family's ancestral grave." He Maocai also put on a look of righteous indignation.

Hu Zongxian ignored the flattering expressions on the faces of the two, but said indifferently: "I'm going to go to the court later to ask for credit for the soldiers, you go back first."

"Yes." Zheng Michang and He Maocai looked at each other, and at the same time bid farewell to their superiors. Tan Lun, who had been sitting in the corner, also got up to say goodbye.

After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he went straight back to the study, spread out the rice paper, and picked up a pen to write.

"My lord, this is a letter from Mr. Yan Ge." Xu Wei, Hu Zongxian's aide, knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he opened the door and entered.

"Put it there, I'll read it later." Without even lifting his head, Hu Zongxian signaled Xu Wei to put the letter on the table.

After a long time, Hu Zongxian put down the brush, looked at the completed memorial, heaved a sigh of relief, immediately called the guards, and said: "Send this letter to the cabinet as soon as possible, hurry up!"

"Yes." The guard took the order, then rode on a fast horse, left the Zhezhi Governor's Mansion, and ran straight to the capital.

I don't know how many horses died of exhaustion, and soldiers relayed them at every post station. Before dark, this letter was sent to the cabinet.

"Oh, Hu Zongxian's note? It's still in a hurry, is something wrong?" After speaking, Xu Jie, the second cabinet assistant, opened the letter. The news on it made him quite excited.

"Haha, good!" Xu Jie patted his thigh happily.

"Old Xu Ge, why are you so happy?" Seeing that Xu Jie was so happy, Yan Song couldn't help coming over and asked.

"Look for yourself." After Xu Jie finished speaking, he handed the memorial presented by Hu Zongxian to Yan Song.

Yan Song put on his presbyopic glasses tremblingly, after reading the contents of the letter, he stroked his beard and said with a light smile: "It seems that this matter has to be reported to the emperor, so I won't send this copy to the Supervisor of Ceremonies for now. gone."

Xu Jie also responded with a smile: "That's exactly what I mean."

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After submitting the memorial, Hu Zongxian relaxed, and when he was about to open the letter sent by Yan Song to read, his eyes accidentally glanced at the map hanging on the wall, and he saw that the deployment of Japanese pirates was densely marked on the map and marching routes.

"Fenghua, Ninghai..." Hu Zongxian put down the letter in his hand, circled these two places on the map with his fingers, and combined the Japanese pirates' troop deployment and marching route to deduce the current situation.

After a long time, I saw his face suddenly changed: "Not good, Quanzhou!"

(End of this chapter)