The First Gongsheng of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 13 No confidence in son-in-law
Zhang Zhou didn't talk too much with Zhu Feng, so he went downstairs and left. Zhu Feng offered to take Zhang Zhou in a carriage, but Zhang Zhou declined.

He didn't plan to do business with Zhu Feng in the future. As a Gong student, why should he think that he has the strength to do business with the children of the Duke's family?Besides, Zhu Feng's appearance is not a good choice for a business partner.

After Zhang Zhou left, Zhu Feng excitedly said to the woman beside him: "Tong'er, I said that the fortune-teller is right, I can make money this year. I'll go buy a few thousand shi of grain and come back."

The woman glared at him and said, "Do you also believe what a prodigal son who is being ridiculed by others says? You have lost the little fortune your father left you, and you are willing to be like him, right?"

Zhu Feng recalled the previous meeting with Zhang Zhou, squinted his eyes and said, "Mr. Zhang is a suave man, he won't lie to me. I'll go right away."

Seeing her husband speak like this, the woman couldn't help but shudder.

She probably thought of something not very good, but seeing Zhu Feng excitedly ran to do some rice business, she was really too lazy to take care of it.

She looked out the window, trying to calm down her fluctuating heart.

"Even if he is a child of the Duke's family, he is still a worm? What's worse, he actually... Sigh!" The woman was very upset, probably because her married life made her very unhappy, and at this time the high platform came down to pick her up and return to the Duke's mansion. Her people are already waiting, and even her personal servant girl came up together.

"Miss, where is the young master?"

The servant girl was carrying the food box in her hand, she was obviously going to get something to eat, but she didn't see Zhu Feng after she came up, she was still very careful, for fear that Zhu Feng would come out suddenly.

"People are gone!" The woman was very angry.

Only then did the servant girl dare to say a little loudly: "Young master is also right. He took you out for an autumn outing, climbed high and looked far away. Why did you leave alone? You won't be looking for a vixen again, right?"

The woman stared over: "Can you talk?"

The maid sticks out her tongue, probably because she has a very good relationship with her own lady, and she mutters: "Maybe it's some male vixen..."

The master and servant are about to step down from the high platform.

It was the woman who passed by where Zhang Zhou was sitting just now, and looked down at the book on the floor.

The servant girl quickly picked up the book and said, "Miss, someone left the book, so it must be the young man's, right? But I have never seen the young man read a book."

The woman immediately understood that it was Zhang Zhou who had dropped it just now. She thought that since she didn't remember to take it away, it probably wasn't something important, so she ignored it, but it was the servant girl who opened it and glanced at it.

"oops……"

The servant girl's reaction when she read the book was not much different from that of ordinary girls who read the book.

The woman went to the stairs and asked, "What?"

The servant girl said: "This book is full of obscene language, so dirty."

He said so, but he was not willing to throw the book away, and still held it tightly, probably because he wanted to take it back and slowly appreciate this "dirty" book.

"There is no such thing as a straight person. I guess the Zhang family is not a gentleman. He usually carries some filthy things with him. Things of a kind gather and people are divided into groups." The woman was not so much scolding Zhang Zhou as she was scolding Zhu Feng.

After speaking, he took the maid and got into the carriage.

In the carriage, the woman was looking out the transom all the time, admiring the scenery along the way, but the little maid who was usually chirping didn't make a sound at all. When she turned around, she found that the little maid who was scolding the book for being dirty just now was reading it carefully.

"Isn't it foul language? Still interested in it?"

"Miss, you don't know, it's quite interesting to look at carefully, it's a bit like the "Water Margin" I've heard before, miss, what is this word, I don't know..."

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Fast forward to late August.

Zhang Zhou basically didn't go out very much these days. While waiting for the results of the township examination, he waited for the Huanghuai bank to burst, and his grain could be sold at a good price.

But on this day, Jiang Dezhong had been busy all morning, and at noon he drank some wine with two small dishes at home, and the shopkeeper on the shop came back in a hurry.

"The head of the house, something happened." The shopkeeper couldn't catch his breath.

Jiang Dezhong looked calm and relaxed: "If Mount Tai does not change color before the collapse, is the wine in the vat muddy? Or is the koji moldy?"

The shopkeeper said: "No, the merchants from the north said that the Yellow River broke through in the first few days, the water transport between the north and the south was cut off, the grain from the Jianghuai River could not be transferred, and the price of rice in the city rose by [-]% a day."

"what?"

Jiang Dezhong stood up with a whoosh.

Before he could issue any further instructions, his son Jiang Shanquan also came back from the outside and shouted from afar, "Father."

"Father, I know that the Huanghuai River broke the embankment, and the grain in the north can't be adjusted. The price of grain has risen, right? Oh, it's all told by Bingkuan, and I don't know where he got the news? Quick, call him Come, father, and ask him."

Suddenly, it seemed that Zhang Zhou had become an important person.

"Father, even if there is water in the north, the food supply cannot be adjusted, but Jiangnan is a land of fish and rice. How can the price of food go up? Why don't we take the opportunity to sell the backlog of old rice?"

"Hey, that's a good idea... No, no, let Wei father think about it first."

Jiang Dezhong listened to his son's words and thought about it for a reason. The food in Nanjing is mainly from the self-produced and sold in the south of the Yangtze River. can make money...

What is wrong?
"It's Bingkuan, has Bingkuan been here these days?" Jiang Dezhong suddenly had this son-in-law in his eyes.

Jiang Shanquan said: "He stored all the grain in the big warehouse, and he hasn't asked him for storage money yet. I saw him mention it to him once before, but he beat him to expose it. Recently, he didn't even show his face. A laid-back disposition is simply not material for doing business."

Jiang Dezhong said unhappily: "Can you have some confidence in your brother-in-law? At least he has calculated in advance that the price of food will rise, right?"

Just as he was talking, the tent on the other side of the warehouse outside came.

The accountant said: "Master, Eldest Young Master, several grain boats came up the river to transport grain. They also said that this year's new grain could be sold to us at a low price. I asked if we wanted..."

Jiang Shanquan said: "Father, look, it has only been half a day, and the price of food has been brought back to its original shape. You expect to make money by listening to your son-in-law's words, I think this life is useless."

"Hey."

Jiang Dezhong was about to raise some confidence in Zhang Zhou, trying to make himself feel that Zhang Zhou was okay from some tricky angles, and gradually recognize this son-in-law... Now he himself has no confidence.

"Master, do we want those boatloads of rice?"

"What the hell, the rice in our big warehouse hasn't been sold yet. I think you are full. If the price of rice hasn't doubled in the future, don't come to see me! Let the stove get it again." Two dishes come..."

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in the afternoon.

Zhang Zhou was writing at home, Jiang Pingyu took her son to the street, and brought back half a bag of rice.

"Isn't there still rice at home?" Zhang Zhou put down his pen, got up to help Jiang Pingyu take the rice bag, and held it in his hand, "Besides, there are hundreds of shi of rice in your father's warehouse."

Jiang Pingyu was in a conflicted mood, wanted to laugh, but couldn't seem to laugh, and said, "Husband, I'm going out, and I heard rumors from outside that there is flood in the north, and now the neighbors in the street are rushing home As for Tunmi, I was quicker to grab some cheap ones, and those who entered the shop later added [-]% of the price, and the counters said they were sold out."

"Oh. The water finally came out? Very good, very good." Zhang Zhou lamented that learning history is really useful.

Jiang Pingyu asked: "Then do you want to inform your father?"

Zhang Zhou curled his lips and said, "Your family is in the wine making business, and usually deals with rice merchants. Does he know about the rise in food prices? Let's continue to live our lives. When the price of food doubles, I'll come to your door again. Sell ​​all the rice in the warehouse."

(End of this chapter)