"Brother Kou should know that Huang Chao massacred 100,000 Hu merchants in Guangzhou in the past."

In the end, they both fell in love with Luo Youdu, and one of them entered the Imperial Camp and the other entered the Kaifeng Mansion, and each of them carved out a promising future.

Song Xiong said: "I am the same."

Song Xiong controlled the Jinzou Academy and was responsible for the publication and distribution of newspapers. He not only controlled the mouthpiece of the imperial court, but also controlled the channels for Beijing scholars to become famous.

Kou Xiang said matter-of-factly: "Businessmen pursue profit, and it is natural for them to make a profit."

Song Xiong's heart was moved and he asked: "Brother Kou, does he know the detailed time of moving the capital? I have to ask someone to go to Luoyang to take a look at the house first. I finally understand that the sooner I buy a house, the better. If it is too late, the increase in money will be worth it."

It has to be more than the money saved.”

Song Xiong was able to understand the situation of the Yu court in all directions, including the economy, by contacting various officials.

He bowed deeply to Kou Xiang and Song Xiong, looked at the Bianjing city gate in the distance, and looked at the merchants and pedestrians coming in and out, thinking that he had been so powerful before, and was surrounded by people, but in just a few days, there was no one there.

After asking about it, he couldn't help but feel the vicissitudes of life, and said: "I don't know if there will be a day to see each other again. I will say goodbye to you, two wise brothers. Take care of me!"

It wasn't that there was any accident, it was simply the heavy flow of people.

Kou Xiang was so shocked that he was dumbfounded: "I've said this before!"

Kaifeng is another name for Bianjing and Bianliang.

The business of the restaurant was very good and it was so lively that there was not enough space in the lobby.

Kou Xiang said: "As long as you have a clear conscience, why are you afraid of dirty words?"

Especially in and out of the city gate, pedestrians and vehicles are busy coming and going.

But with the development of time, the existence value of businessmen began to be accepted by the world.

Song Xiong put down the wine glass in his hand and gestured with his hands: "Eight words, thousands of sails compete, hundreds of boats compete..." He said with a bit of excitement: "Your Majesty's layout of the South China Sea is really far-sighted. I am looking forward to it."

Merchant ships travel between countries in the South China Sea, exchanging our high-end products for their cheap goods, and make a lot of money. All profits in the South China Sea are under the control of our government. I don’t know the specific figures, but according to my estimation,

The taxes paid by the entire Jiangnan area over the years have directly matched the total taxes paid by Dayu, excluding the capital region."

In addition to providing guarantees, the Jinzouyuan also has the task of receiving officials from the north and south who come to Beijing to report on their duties.

Song Xiong had no choice but to open two private rooms, one for himself and Kou Xiang, and one for their entourage to guard.

As for Song Xiong, he was relatively gentle and did not argue with Song Qi, who had lost his original intention. After trying to persuade him with good words to no avail, he stopped trying to persuade her, as usual, but pretended not to hear his attempts to win over him.

Song Xiong asked: "Brother Kou, have you ever thought about why a hundred thousand Hu merchants gathered in Guangzhou?"

Song Xiong said: "Your Majesty is aware of everything. Even if he knew it, he wouldn't care."

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are the rules set by our ancestors.

If my original admonition had been more severe, and even the warning of circumcision, would it not have come to this point?

Song Xiong knew what he was thinking and said: "Actually, I think Brother Kou doesn't need to worry too much about Chu Bao. Your Majesty transferred him to the south. In my opinion, it is a good thing."

The two chatted casually.

People with stubborn ideas like Kou Xiang are inevitably a little uncomfortable with it, but they also admit that businessmen can indeed drive the economy and make the country stronger.

Kou Xiang responded: "We have no way to experience the prosperity of Zhenguan and Kaiyuan. However, the prosperity of Yongjing is right in front of us. If we are lucky enough to see it, this life will not be wasted."

Moving the capital to Luoyang is no longer a secret.

The two of them wandered around Bianjing together at first, encouraging each other and enjoying themselves in hardship.

Song Xiong joked: "The bright future of the imperial court may not be a good thing. I don't know if I can save enough money for a house in this life..."

Song Xiong's status in the temple was not as good as that of Kou Xiang, and the details are not known in detail.

Kou Xiang said: "I don't know the details. It's either at the end of the year or after the new year."

Song Xiong said with a smile: "Then we must go to Luoyang as soon as possible. With the current development momentum of the imperial court, Luoyang will definitely surpass Chang'an in the past few years. Before then, we must live in our own house."

His words were filled with longing and trust for the future of the Dayu court.
Chapter completed!