I support the army through farming and business.

Chapter 63: Husband and wife riding together
The "cable car" stops at the main courtyard of Bidanyuan.

Tang Zhao jumped off him, took off his outer robe and cloak, threw the cloak on the bed with one hand, and handed the outer robe to Gu Ci with the other.

Gu Ci took the outer robe, put it on and was about to leave.

Tang Zhao had no choice but to hold him back. "Hey, hey, hey, we haven't finished discussing the soybean oil issue yet. Why are you leaving?"

Gu Ci stood still, letting her pull at his sleeve, and asked doubtfully, "What else?"

Tang Zhao widened his eyes, "What else?" That was too much!

Buying soybeans, hiring workers, packaging, recruiting investment teams, setting up sales points, and the entire soybean oil production, processing, packaging and sales industry chain, how many people and things are involved?
How come when it comes to Gu Ci, it ends before it even begins?!
Tang Zhao rolled up his sleeves and pushed the man into the chair. Like every Party B who was eager to sign the contract, he spoke eloquently and incessantly to explain his business plan to the Party A's father.

Gu Ci felt like sitting on pins and needles.

Tang Zhao drank three cups of tea in a row, and just as dawn was breaking, he finished explaining his plan. "What do you think of my first three-year plan?"

Tang Zhao looked at him expectantly.

Gu Ci rubbed his temples. He didn’t understand.

Tang Zhao saw Gu Ci's mouth open for a long time without a word coming out, and his smile froze on his face. "?"

Gu Ci said honestly, "I don't understand."

Tang Zhao:.
Tang Zhao clenched his fists, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: This is Party A’s father, and Party A’s grandfather is behind him. I can’t roar or hit him!

She forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I can handle this little thing."

Gu Ci looked down at the woman's pink fist placed on the table.

This doesn't look like nothing is going on.

Cough, Gu Ci coughed lightly, "What do you need me to do? Just tell me."

Fortunately, fortunately, Party A's father still loves me. Tang Zhao said, "The sky is clear after the rain." He said frankly and simply, "Money!"

Gu Ci:.
He said sincerely, "I'm poor."

"Who's targeting you?" Tang Zhao still remembered the family motto of Prince Xuan's mansion: men are not allowed to own private property. "I'm talking about my father."

Prince Xuan, the master of the entire fiefdom, the boss of the northwest!

Gu Ci remained sincere, "My father is even poorer than I am."

Tang Zhao:.
Even if you are the client, you can't be so spoiled!

"The military advisor allocates all the money in the army, and my mother controls the money in the palace," Gu Ci explained. "If you want to move the money, it's useless to ask my father."

It's even more useless to look for me.

Tang Zhao was tired and drove people away. Okay, I get it. Please leave gracefully.

Gu Ci stood there awkwardly, "You..."

It was the first time that Tang Zhao saw a man look like this, and she was immediately amused. "I'm not angry." She had met all kinds of clients in her previous life, but she could kill someone of Gu Ci's level with just her little finger.

"Once you've made all the arrangements, I'll go with you to see our father," she thought for a moment and added, "and the military advisor."

Gu Ci breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to go out and make arrangements.

Tang Zhao had been tossing and turning for several days and was exhausted. He covered himself with the quilt to block out the sunlight and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Chunfeng complained as he helped her wash up, "My son-in-law is so careless. It's so cold in late autumn, and he dares to take the girl flying around. What if the girl catches a cold?"

Tang Zhao deeply agreed with this.

"No matter how much the girl likes her son-in-law, she can't indulge him like this."

Tang Zhao: She is not, she doesn’t.

"I made the carriage warm, but I waited all night in vain. If Dongmei hadn't told me, I would still be waiting there foolishly."

Tang Zhao sat at the dinner table and admitted his mistake honestly.

There were too many things to do last night, so I forgot. Chun Feng was chattering like Nanny Song. Tang Zhao endured it and finished his meal. He went out for a walk to digest his food. He didn't walk far in the corridor before turning into the study.

The spring breeze looked at the girl's disappearing back with resentment.

Gu Ci was sitting at the desk writing a letter, and Tang Zhao found a cave to wait for him.

Gu Ci handed the written letter to Zhaohui. Zhaohui secretly glanced at the crooked person on the chair, turned around and left quickly.

Tang Zhao asked, "When are we leaving?"

"The sooner the better," Gu Ci said, "The Turks also need to recuperate during the winter. The northwest will usher in a brief period of peace. This period is the best opportunity."

"Okay," Tang Zhao stood up, "I'll go pack my things."

Gu Ci reminded, "Don't take too much, we need to go and come back quickly."

Tang Zhao made an OK gesture and went back to pack his things.

Gu Ci thought about it and decided to go to Minghui Hall and tell Princess Xuan everything about the soybean oil.

Princess Xuan remained silent for a long time before she said, "Since you have all made your plans, go ahead. I will take care of everything at the palace."

"Thank you, concubine."

"You and I, mother and son, do we really need to be thanked?" Princess Xuan smiled. "As for Xuan'er's matter, Mother punished her by making her kneel in the ancestral hall for a month and copy the Four Books and Five Classics a hundred times."

She felt a little guilty towards her son, but she couldn't help but plead for her daughter, "Your sister has been misled by those black-hearted people in the Meng family. Don't blame her."

Gu Ci nodded, "Son, I understand."

Princess Xuan's smile deepened. "Go and take good care of Zhaoshan."

"She is a good child. You are lucky to marry her."

Gu Ci paused and responded seriously.

Watching her son's slowly disappearing figure, Princess Xuan murmured, "My son has finally received his reward for all the suffering he has endured over the years."

Tang Zhao didn't know that he had risen to the position of blessing in Princess Xuan's heart, and was still thinking about what to bring.

Clothes, shoes, socks, capes, copper coins, silver notes, and, yes, a purple gold whip.

Tang Zhao waved his hand casually, and the glittering purple-gold whip made a crisp sound in the air.

Snapped!
Judging from the sound, it is made of high-quality materials. It is most suitable for beating people, not horses.

That night, the "cable car" was online again, and Tang Zhao was calmly led to climb over the city wall. Deep in the dense forest, thirty soldiers from the Black Iron Camp were ready to go.

Seeing the two people appear, they stood in a neat line and saluted.

A black horse with red ear tips came forward and rubbed against him affectionately.

Tang Zhao: Wow!

Gu Ci reached out and stroked the horse's head, saluted and placed the two men on the horse's back, walked behind Tang Zhao, stretched out his hands and lifted them up.

Tang Zhao, who was secretly trying to ride the horse, suddenly felt his body lighten, and then he was riding on the horse.

Gu Ci jumped onto the horse, put his arms over Tang Zhao and gripped the reins tightly, and whispered to him, "Hold on tight!" He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and kicked its legs, taking off, rushing out like an arrow.

Tang Zhao was thrown backward by inertia and fell heavily into Gu Ci's arms: Oh my God!

She reached out from under her cloak and touched the back of her head, wondering: Is this man made of iron? This knock almost made her lose her memory.

The exquisite national treasure was right at his lips, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of cold air blew in. Tang Zhao coughed violently and became quiet in an instant.

Gu Ci didn't know that he had been caught in the cold wind and had avoided a scolding. He waited until the woman in his arms stopped coughing before he raised his cloak and covered her head tightly.

The cloak blocked the cold wind from invading, and the chest of the man behind him continued to radiate heat. The temperature in the small space gradually rose, and the frozen pale face slowly turned rosy.

Tang Zhao leaned back, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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