There is no secret in the court. The news that Mr. Lu was denied his morality in court drifted into the thousands of households in Yongchang, which made the people waiting to see Jiang Anyi’s jokes look cold and wet as if they were soaked in autumn rain, and their eyes were filled with a bit of panic as winter was about to come.

Some people were afraid of others being happy, Tian Shoulou soon learned what happened in the court, and he breathed a sigh of relief, wrote the situation in Beijing into a letter, and found the Zhenwei Escort Agency. The Zhenwei Branch in Dezhou was Wang Mingtao, the eldest son of Wang Feixuan, who was worshipped by Wang Feixuan in the Jiang Mansion. He met Tian Shoulou and accepted fifty taels of silver. He immediately sent an escort to Huazhou to deliver the letter.

On September 21, the result of the battle was delivered to Jiang Anyi. After reading the letter quickly, Jiang Anyi handed the letter to Xinfei beside him, and circled around the house with his hands behind his back, humming the tune lightly.

Jiang Anyi was confident in front of others, but he could not hide it from Xinfei. In recent days, Xinfei often saw Jiang Anyi's eyes were dull and worried. There were many worries during this period, including official duties and family affairs, and they pressed on Jiang Lang's heart like stones. Good news came from this letter from Beijing.

In Xinfei's eyes, Jiang Anyi's spirit rose, his eyes were bright, and he muttered something in his mouth. He came to the desk to write quickly. Xinfei smiled. After the publication of "The Essence of Huangyang" and "The Essence of Songchang Tower", Jianglang's reputation as a scholar has reached its peak. If he were not young, he would have been praised as a "master" by fanatical admirers.

Fame is also a burden. On the day when I returned to Beijing from Fuluo County, I had to visit my residence every day, and the crowded places were not enough to describe it. In the end, Jiang Anyi was forced to hide in Mingpu Temple and study the Heart Sutra with Master Guangming. In the past six months, Jiang Anyi has not published any poems, and there is already a saying that Jiang Lang has exhausted his talents in the scholars. As a wife, Xinfei hopes that her husband will have many excellent works and is famous, but the madness of those scholars really makes her headache, and she sighs that she cannot have both fish and bear's paws.

At this moment, seeing Jiang Lang writing quickly, Xinfei stood by and watched happily. The ink on the paper was dripping with elegance and the handwriting was flowing, and she was about to take off the paper and fly out.

"Since ancient times, when autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane in the clear sky radiates on the clouds, which leads poetry to the blue sky. Good, good poetry." Xinfei praised her tenderly. She learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from a wise teacher since she was a child, and she can also appreciate poetry. In the poem, Jiang Lang compares himself with the crane, and flies up and flys straight, with the high fighting spirit of breaking through the clouds and sky, and is energetic when she read it.

Poetry is the voice of the heart. It seems that Jiang Lang was depressed and full of fighting spirit. Xin Fei recited it over and over again, raised her head and asked with a smile: "Do Jiang Lang want to show off her skills?"

"Yes, the matter in the border market can be solved." Jiang Anyi's eyes changed back and forth between Xinfei and the poem, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

Xinfei lowered her eyes slightly, and the sweetness rose up with the corners of her mouth. She remembered asking for a check-out in the Mother Hall of Xinghualing, Renzhou. She saw Jiang Lang in the crowd with a darker complexion, but her eyebrows were filled with a spirit that ordinary people did not have, like a jade tree facing the wind, which made her heart beat.

Jiang Lang's poems are brilliant, and Xinfei is proud in her heart. She really wants to spread this poem immediately and block those who say Jiang Lang's talent is over.

Jiang Anyi heard Xinfei muttering in surprise, and asked, "Weier, what are you talking about?"

Xinfei smiled playfully and said, "It is said that Jianglang is worth ten taels of silver. I am calculating how much silver this poem can earn. Two days ago, Siyu and I were fond of a pair of earrings when we were visiting Chang Yixiang. The shopkeeper offered 300 taels. After a long time of grinding his mouth, he was willing to drop to 280 taels. He just exchanged this poem."

Jiang Anyi was amused by Xinfei's intentional act of being a fantasy and said, "If you are short of money, sell a piece of the gem in your dressing box." When he went to the capital from home, Jiang Anyi took out twelve gems from the ground in the house. When Xinfei accidentally saw them, the gems immediately changed to the owner.

Like Siyu, Xinfei couldn't take away the gem when she saw it. She was reluctant to sell it. Besides, would she be short of money? Xinfei immediately changed the topic and said, "I have prepared the gift for Tong'er. What do you want to bring to her if you have anything to do."

When Jiang Anyi heard Tong'er's name, he felt depressed. Without Xinfei's help, he really didn't know how to face it. Tong'er's appearance was like a sharp reef, grinding him all over.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Anyi picked up his pen again and wrote the first poem: Love. Half-yellow orange and fragrant. He Xiang. He Xiang. He clearly remembered that the sleeves were narrow. Don’t come to the distance between the mountains and the mountains. I couldn’t bear to pick the plum blossoms and pick the flowers. I picked the flowers. There were books but no geese, so who would send them to me?

Xinfei recited it in her heart twice and said sourly: "Jiang Lang is deeply in love with Miss Tong'er. What I wrote to me is 'It's hard to meet and it', and it's 'love' for her. It seems that I am an old man and my husband no longer loves you."

He was very jealous, and Jiang Anyi quickly picked up his pen and wrote, "The delicate clouds are tricked, the flying stars are circulating, and the silver man is far away from each other. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, and I will be willing to look at the road back to the magpie bridge. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?"

The paper was filled with tenderness and sweetness, which instantly knocked down Xinfei, with waves in her eyes and ripples in her heart. Xinfei wished she could fall softly into her lover's arms. Jiang Anyi secretly sweated, and it was the hardest to get over the favor of a woman. Thanks to the fact that she had a lot of stock in her belly, otherwise she would have been jealous today.

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These days, Guo Huaili is very busy and is busy "worshiping the wharf" everywhere. He will not suppress local snakes and have to stand firm in the Huazhou shopping mall. Jiang Anyi's support alone is not enough. Doing business requires not only good goods, but also networking. Guo Huaili brings gifts to visit merchants in Huiye Mansion.

When they were close to the border, most of the merchants in Huazhou were engaged in commerce with the Western Regions. Most of the merchants came from powerful families. They traveled three or four trips to the Western Regions a year, and made more than hundreds of thousands of profits. Many Hu merchants in the Western Regions saw business opportunities, bought shops in Huiye Mansion, specializing in business, and quickly became wealthy families.

The merchant's information was very well-informed. Guo Huaili came from Dezhou and was a friend of the governor of Jiang had long been spread throughout the Huiye Mansion. After Jiang Anyi became the governor, he asked the Western Regions goods to be traded in the border market, which touched the interests of merchants. Most merchants would rather hold up the goods than enter the border market. Zhang Wenjin took the opportunity to gather merchants to impeach Jiang Anyi and block the business road.

Most of the people were worried about Guo Huaili who came to ask for a meeting. Some people were polite words on the surface, but they muttered to themselves that this boy had used the power of governor Jiang to grab his job; some people simply avoided him and ignored him, while others spoke coldly and directly regarded him as enemies.

Yan's house, Guo Huaili was rejected. Looking at the guard guard with his wrist in front of the house, Guo Huaili was still full of youth. The Yan family gathered wealth for the Cui family in Hedong, and the backer behind him was strong enough, so naturally he didn't take him seriously. He deliberately treated him coldly and swept away the face of the governor Jiang.

Harmony makes money, Guo Huaili turns around and becomes nervous, waiting for me, one day you will come to beg me.

The sun was setting, and Guo Huaili saw that it was getting late, so he turned around and threw the four gifts he carried in his hand back into the carriage, and ordered: "Go to Xiaojiang, you're almost done running, you're so angry that you can go to his house to eat some good things to replenish."

The one who drove the car was Lao Wang. This time he came to Huazhou with the third young master to play two positions. The housekeeper and the coachman were the old men in the family, and both the Guo family and the sons could trust him. There is no need to praise Lao Wang's skills, and the carriage drove quickly and steadily in the stable at the back door of the government office.

Guo Huaili was considered "rampant" in the back house of the government office. The servants all knew that this was Lord Jiang's righteous brother, and they all saluted sideways, and a girl ran to report.

The two brothers drank with the moon, Guo Huaili swept away the frustration during the day and talked about business affairs to Jiang Anyi. Because of the letter from Tian Shoulou, Jiang Anyi was in a good mood. Guo Huaili's thoughts of business affairs touched his inspiration. Memories from the demon master kept flashing, packaging, publicity, training, and production. A bunch of fresh words popped out of Jiang Anyi's mouth. Guo Huaili was amazed and said, "Xiao Jiang, brother said the wrong thing. You are doing business like my brother, but you are only a little worse than your brother."

With his fingers stretched out, Guo Huaili's thumb and index finger were a short distance away. Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "Brother Guo, how should we break the situation in the border city?"

Guo Huaili patted his belly and smiled proudly: "Xiao Jiang, I can see the importance of this slight gap at the critical moment. Brother, I have already thought about it for you, using perfume as a guide to attract merchants to the market?"

"perfume?"

"Xiaojiang, do you know how easy it is to sell perfume? The shops in Beijing are limited to 100 bottles every day. The store door will be sold out after one hour. Even the items such as rosé made by Yan'er are much better sold than those of ordinary people." When talking about perfume, Guo Huaili's eyes shone, and the small bottle is clearly shining with golden light.

"Well?" Jiang Anyi was puzzled. He knew that perfume was selling well, but how could he attract merchants to the border market just by relying on perfume?

Guo Huaili smiled and said, "I asked you something. The store only provides a hundred bottles every day. There are too many monks and too little porridge. Yu Qingle is now a hot figure in the capital. In order to get perfume from him, his friends invited him to dinner from time to time. The women in the brothels also tried their best to please him in order to buy perfume. If Zhang Yuzhu hadn't been in charge, Yu Qingle would have lived in the brothel."

Jiang Anyi frowned and said, "Is Brother Yu still so romantic? His wife doesn't care about him? Why don't Master Yu and Brother Yucheng restrain him?"

Cheng Xiquan, the son of Duke Wen, once framed Yu Qingle for fun design. Afterwards, Jiang Anyi settled him for him and did not tell Master Yu. Later, Yu Zhijie learned the news and scolded him severely, limiting his shop to go home after closing. Why did this guy forget the pain after healing his scar?

"The perfume shop limited sales of 100 bottles every day. I heard that people are waiting to queue up every day at the time of the dynasty. Good guy, if there weren't a curfew, these people would probably have been earlier than the ministers' court." Guo Huaili laughed and slapped a piece of fat mutton, and praised while eating: "The taste is good, it's more authentic than the fat mutton restaurant."

Jiang Anyi thought that he discussed with Queen Wang to increase the production of 10,000 bottles of perfume, and half of them were sold in Huazhou. In this way, nearly half of the perfumes in Beijing were reduced. I am afraid that those who were queuing up would get up early. However, a few people who could afford perfume would queue up by themselves. However, Yu Qingle had less inventory in his hands, and I wonder if he would continue to be popular.

"Xiao Jiang, we have 30,000 bottles of perfume in our hands, which is the good thing that Hu Shang dreamed of. Last time I went to Tianwei Kingdom with that Gu Taige, and I heard that a merchant presented ten bottles of perfume to the palace. As a result, the king of Tianwei rewarded him with 500 taels of gold and 2,000 cattle and sheep, which was a huge profit."

Guo Huaili's eyes shone again in golden light, and he continued: "Along the way, I deliberately inquired about the situation of perfume in various countries in the Western Regions. The perfume sold at 80 taels per bottle in Yongchang could be sold for four or five hundred taels of silver in the Western Regions, and there was no market price. At that time, I wanted to sell 1,000 bottles of perfume every year to the Western Regions, which was more cost-effective than doing any business."
Chapter completed!