For Kong Moshan, these two million coins are his life-saving straw now.

Since he became the Sansi Envoy, money is his life, and for money, his dignity is not worth mentioning at all.

Kong Moshan's tone became kinder.

"Brother, don't hurry to leave. We can sit down and chat and have lunch at the same time!"

This is the first time Kong Moshan calls him his brother-in-law.

This is the first time Kong Moshan calls him in this gentle way.

Liu Qing's face was full of joy, but he had never enjoyed such treatment.

"What are you talking about?" Liu Qing felt very happy and continued to say seriously.

Kong Moshan sighed and said, "We are in-laws, but for various reasons, we have always had grudges between each other. It's because I am my brother-in-law! Let's have some drinks later and have a good chat?"

Liu Qing was also a donkey. When he heard that Kong Moshan apologized, he immediately sat down again.

Then at noon, Kong Moshan made a table of hard dishes, took out two jars of good wine she had collected, and started drinking with Liu Qing at the Sansi Yamen.

Most of the conflicts between men can be resolved with a single drink.

Soon after half a jar of wine, the two of them started to say more.

"Brother-in-law, to tell the truth that you may not like to hear. When you married my sister, I looked down on you. Later, you climbed all the way up and became the Sansi Envoy, but I still looked down on you! I always felt that you made the finances of our Great Zhou a mess, but after you said it today, I know your difficulties!"

Kong Moshan hugged Liu Qing's shoulder and said dizzyly: "Brother-in-law, you still don't like me, I still don't like your family. My brother-in-law was a famous young man from all over the countryside. Although he didn't have a high school Jinshi, there were long queues for those who came to my house to propose marriage. Your father and my father-in-law thought I had no money. If it weren't for your Liu family's disagreement, could we elope?"

"It's all over, it's all over. We were all too stubborn back then. Now we are old and we don't have many relatives and friends anymore. We should cherish each other!"

"Come on... I'll have another drink, I have better aging wine, and I'll get you another jar of good wine later!"

"Brother-in-law, you are not authentic. As a Sansi envoy, you cannot calculate on me. I will drink with you. You must treat me the best. This is the silver note of two million yuan, please collect it!"

Kong Moshan took the two million silver notes, threw them aside, and said, "Money is nothing but clouds, wine and meat are the truth!"

...

Just as the two were having a good time, Kong Ze also came from the military camp to the Sansi Yamen to participate in Zhao Yan's wedding.

When he saw his father and his uncle, he actually hugged his shoulders and drank together, and had a great chat, he couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable.

He rubbed his eyes and was sure that the two of them were indeed arm-to-armed, like old friends who had been with them for many years.

"Dad, uncle, what's wrong with you?" Kong Ze asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Kong Moshan stood up swayingly, pointed at Kong Ze and said, "See, this is your nephew. He has made great contributions in the battle with the Northern Mongolian Empire. The camouflage technique he created based on the guidance of His Majesty has spread in the military camp. There is no coward in our Confucius family."

Immediately afterwards, Kong Moshan said: "Son, perform a disguise for your uncle!"

Hearing this, Kong Ze wanted to cry without tears. Since he passed away from the border, the storytellers in the streets have spread it to such a magical way, as if he could not disguise, but invisible.

Kong Moshan often asked Kong Ze to perform camouflage in public.

Kong Ze was very embarrassed every time and had to escape quickly.

Kong Ze looked at the two drunk elders and said with a smile: "Dad, uncle, you close your eyes for ten breaths first, I'll prepare."

Immediately, the two of them closed their eyes very obediently.

Kong Ze ran away. He didn't want to disguise himself, but fled directly from the Sansi Yamen.

The next day, Kong Moshan stood at the gate of the Sansi Yamen again with great confidence.

Rich is just so tough.

What surprised him even more was that on the morning of this day, two more money were sent.

One is the butler of Qingwei Pavilion. Zhao Yan's dividend on the book reached 500,000 yuan, and the butler sent it all.

Kong Moshan guessed that this was probably instructed by Lu Nianwei. This girl seemed careless, but in fact she was very detailed and thought about the problem very rigorously.

The other one is even more powerful.

Liu Dazhong rushed back from the south. He was 30% off his business from Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan occupied the big part.

When he handed it to Kong Moshan with eight million silver notes, Kong Moshan almost hugged Liu Dazhong and kissed him.

The Sansi finally got rich, and the national treasury finally got rich.

With this money, as long as you don’t fight this year, you don’t have to worry about anything.

...

And the day before Zhao Yan's wedding, something funny and sensational across the city happened.

Xiao Zijie, the son of Wen Xiang, wrote another poem.

And it is also on an expensive screen in Wanbao Building.

Xiao Zijie's poems are a masterpiece of Changdan City, not because they are written too well, but because they are written too badly and too funny.

Even a child who reads a hundred-family surnames and a thousand-character essays is sometimes better than him if he recites it casually.

Xiao Zijie's poem is to wish Zhao Yan a great marriage and a lot of children and good fortune.

After writing, less than half a day, the children on the street would sing, and then it soon spread throughout Changdan City.

He caused countless young people who could not read a lot of big words, middle-aged and old people who felt that they might also become a great poet.

Xiao Zijie's poem is a seven-character poem with the name: Auspicious Day.

The content of the text is: Red flowers, red candles and red lanterns, and the joy is full of joy. Your Majesty will have many children when you get married, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

At that time, when Wanbaolou heard the poem, the diners were all laughing so hard that they couldn't raise their heads and praised them.

This kind of poetry cannot be written by a scholar.

Xiao Zijie once again became the laughing stock of the entire Changdan City.

But Xiao Zijie didn't care at all. He felt that he wrote very well, especially the last sentence "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven", which wished the emperor many dragon species and excellent artistic conception.

Moreover, he believed that except for Zhao Yan's poems, other people's poems in the entire Changdan City were not as wide as his poems, and would not arouse countless discussions.

And when he returned to Xiao’s mansion, Xiao Jingye was waiting for him in the mansion with a long stick.

"Dangerous son, have you told you about your father? You can do anything, but you must not write poetry. You dare to write!"

Xiao Zijie looked aggrieved and explained: "The poetic spirit is coming, I can't help it!"

"I want to hit you, but now I can't help it!" Xiao Jingye's face turned purple with anger, and he chased Xiao Zijie with a long stick.

His face has been defeated by this son.
Chapter completed!