Chapter 170 The business war will be settled
When Baicaoshi heard Zheyu's plan, her jaw almost dropped in shock.
If Oriha lived in modern times, he must be at the level of "Soros", turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain. "Yu Bao, fortunately I'm in the same camp as you, otherwise I really wouldn't even know how to die."
She said it in a joking tone, and then her mouth was gagged.
His fingers.
"Don't say such unlucky words, you won't, you will live a long life." He said seriously and solemnly, as if she could really share the ups and downs with the years.
Baicaoshi's eyes were red with disappointment, "Then I'll work hard and live like an old goblin. Well, I'll set off now to find my patient."
The corner of Zhe Yu's mouth couldn't help running up again.
If the dignified King Xun knew that he was just a patient in the eyes of Baicaoshi, how would he feel?
**
In fact, just after Baicaoshi walked out of Kunming Academy, she met Ying Zhexun oncoming.
"Ah, Miss Bai, little genius doctor, we are really destined." Ying Zhexun was very enthusiastic and did not have the airs of a prince at all.
"My lord, I just happened to be looking for you." When Baicaoshi spoke, she didn't call herself a "minister" or "a servant", but she used "I" naturally. Ying Zhexun didn't think there was a problem, on the contrary Two of his men frowned.
"Then, find a place to talk in detail? Quanjufang."
Yes, I am addicted to eating.
"This time the king is the host."
Okay, Baicaoshi can't ask for it. The two men started to stare.
Arriving at Quanjufang, everyone looked at King Xun who was following Baicaoshi, and they were all in good spirits. My shopkeeper is capable, and as a subordinate, I must not lose my position.
"You are cooked here, you order." Ying Zhe sat in the elegant seat by the window and poured himself a cup of Dendrobium scented tea.
Baicaoshi noticed that Ying Zhexun had vesicles at the corners of his mouth, which were clearly signs of getting angry. "My lord, in the science of health preservation, it is said that harvest in autumn and store in winter. In autumn, dryness prevails and body fluids are easily damaged. The diet should be nourishing and moistening. I will order some nourishing dishes."
Ying Zhexun's eyes lit up, what a doctor, he never leaves his line. If he is invited to the mansion to serve food, he will definitely live to be eighty-eight in the future. "It's just according to the little genius doctor."
Baicaoshi ordered a few dishes such as lung-moistening white fungus soup and stewed pork ribs soup with lotus root.
"Hey, this tea tastes very similar to the one I drank at the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites! I asked him for it, but he was still reluctant. He said it was filial to his own son, so he specially bought it from..." Ying Zhexun looked at the yellow in the cup Dendrobium scented tea, the mood is particularly bright, "Where did you bring it?"
"From Wanzhou?" Baicaoshi said with a smile, with a relaxed expression on his face, "To tell you the truth, this Dendrobium scented tea, known as the king of fairy herbs, grows among the cliffs thousands of meters above. Each plant of Dendrobium only produces a little bit, and less after drying. I don’t know how many times I fell off the cliff for this pot of tea. Bu Zhan and my husband Zhe Yu are classmates, so I sold him some.”
If you say that Ying Zhexun just thought tea was good, but now he thinks tea pickers are better. For this sip of fragrance, the little girl has suffered so much. How much effort did she spend on the black-headed snakes she used to make wine?
"So you picked the tea from Bu Shilang? Miss Bai, you really impressed me today. By the way, you just said, why are you looking for me?"
Baicaoshi stood up from her seat and bowed solemnly, "Is the prince still worried about the Wanzhou salt case? The little girl is not talented, so I would like to share my worries for the prince." As she spoke, she took out a small bottle from her sleeve. Open the mouth and pour out fine white salt.
It is better than the salt from the Salt Management Department.
"Where does this salt come from?"
"Salt Control Department."
"My husband has been purified."
He finally did it, talent! Ying Zhexun stepped forward to help Baicaoshi, only to realize the difference between men and women. "I, Dayan, are really lucky to have such talents as you and your wife."
Baicaoshi raised her eyes, "The salt is not enough, but I have a plan, let the salt dealer hand over the salt." She told Zhe Yu's plan.
If it were suggested by ordinary people, Ying Zhexun might still have doubts, but Baicaoshi and Zheyu have made so many impossible things possible, and they have proved their talents. Ying Zhexun has no doubts about him.
"Okay, this matter will be handed over to your husband. I will say hello to the prefect of Wanzhou."
The food has not been served yet, but the major issues have been negotiated. Zhe Yu even expected Ying Zhexun's reaction to be exactly as expected.
**
On October 22, there was an autumn rain in Wanzhou.
A piece of news was not afraid of the wind and rain, and quickly spread on the black market. A group of salt merchants entered Wanzhou, trying to get a piece of the pie.
On that day, the price of salt on the black market had already exceeded one hundred taels per bucket.
By the time the people from Zhizhou and King Xun rushed to the black market, the cucumbers and vegetables were cold, and the salt dealer had long since disappeared.
October 23rd, the price of salt on the black market was 85 taels, but the team of salt merchants who came from behind only sold 70 taels per bucket.
The original salt merchants in the black market couldn't sit still anymore, and directly sent out masters, intending to send the shit-stirring salt merchants on the road.
Then this wave of salt merchants seems to be very skilled, and their guerrilla tactics are also clever. In a daze, the existing salt merchants rushed to the air.
The price of salt on the black market dropped again that day, down to fifty taels.
When the market closed, the price of a bucket of salt had dropped to thirty taels.
October 24th is the most intense moment of the salt price war. From twenty-five taels at the opening of the market in the morning, it dropped all the way to ten taels, one tael, and five hundred yuan, and the price of salt returned to normal. Countless people were ecstatic and bought their favorite salt from the black market.
However, when they left the black market, they took off their flat-headed civilian clothes, which clearly wore the clothes of officials in the government. Then, they happily transported the salt back to the Salt Control Department.
As for the team of salt merchants who acted as shit-stirring sticks, it was clearly composed of Zhe Yu, Zhen Yilou, Nan Qiang, and the elite guards under King Xun. And the salt they sell is the first batch from beginning to end.
This is Zhe Yu's trick to force the salt dealer to spit out the salt.
Wanzhou salt case seems to be settled, but there are still mysteries to be solved. Who is the organization behind this?
On the official road leading to Wanzhou, two batches of horses, one in front and one behind, are galloping like lightning.
The long black hair flew backwards, and the robes rattled. The man's brows and eyes are cold, and the cold air is condensed and undisturbed.
"Master, it's too late, they lost." It was a woman's voice that spoke.
"The power we have deployed in Wanzhou for many years has been exposed by him so much at once, but we still lost. Pei Yuanhao and Pei Yizhi deserve to die!"
The whip was whipped on the horse's buttocks, and it seemed like it couldn't relieve the hatred.
The woman knows that someone will eventually pay the price for this matter, shed blood and even take her head.
"Then, shall we give up Wanzhou?"
"Let Pei Xingzhi and Pei Lanzhi take over the affairs here, and hibernate again, in order to follow up."
(end of this chapter)