"... Now I have realized the taste of sorrow, and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's so cold... Little monk, do you know the maid in Chen Zhizhong's mansion?"

Cai Xiang asked.

Ouyang Bian curled his smile and nodded silently.

Cai Xiang sighed and said, "I should have known it long ago, but your father found me and told me some tricks. I thought it was your father's trick.

Later, when I investigated, I found that Xiao Pozu and your little maid Bizhu were good friends, but I had no doubts at that time.

It was not until I saw the Wealth of Nations that I had a vague idea.

After that, Wang Fuzhi told me about the broken story you wrote, and the pitiful white incident inside made my thoughts clear.

But this said it was so cool, but I confirmed it."

Adults recognize all the feelings of sorrow, but they don’t know what to say. After thinking for a long time, they want to talk, but what they blurted out was, Oh, autumn is really cool.

He was obviously just a child, but he felt that he had a pitiful feeling and the feeling that the weather was cold and the autumn was so cold. You can imagine how great the death of Xiao Pomegranate would have on this child.

Cai Xiang looked at the silent Ouyang Bian and said in a gentle voice: "You are mixed with the evidence of Chen Zhizhong's corruption in the theory of wealth. I have handed over to the censor Zhao Yan and Zhao Censor of the censor. It is not convenient for me to take action on this matter."

Ouyang Bian raised his head: "Can he cure his sins?"

Cai Xiang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "He has been dismissed. Even if the matter about him ends here, no one is willing to take action again. If it happens again, it will not comply with the rules."

Ouyang Bian was silent for a while, nodded and said, "No matter what, thank you uncle."

Cai Xiang touched Ouyang Bian's head.

On the way back, Xu Fu was quite excited.

"Silang, it's done. We took down the whole piece of land, and the price is extremely low. Kaifeng Prefecture has discounted us 4,500 guan.

Only half of our deposit was collected, and the rest could be paid at the start of the project...Silang!"

According to the land price in the Song Dynasty, about two to three jin per mu, which is the price of fertile land. Although the swamp outside Chenzhou cannot be cultivated and other things cannot be done, it is ultimately the land next to Bianjing City.

Every inch of land in Bianjing City is valuable, and the land prices near the city are also rising.

Some people who cannot afford to buy a house in the city will buy a house outside the city, resulting in a surge in land prices outside the city.

Although swamps are not easy to use, they cannot be sold too low. The price per mu is 30 kilns. The swamps are not small, with about 10 hectares of land and about 150 acres.

In other words, Ouyang Bian paid 4,500 guan just by buying this swamp, but this was already a bargain.

If you sell it according to the land that can be built directly nearby, the price will be more than doubled.

Xu Fu shouted, and Ouyang Bian came to his senses.

"Silang... are you unhappy?" Xu Fu said nervously.

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "It's natural to be happy to be able to take it down. I still have something to do in my heart. Let's put it here first. By the way, there should be no provision for the development period, right?"

Xu Fu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lord Wang carefully removed this clause. He said that this land was not easy to develop, so would it be flooded and the development period cannot be determined."

Ouyang Bian was in a slightly better mood.

He secretly calculated that the land had been taken down, and then he had to use PPT to make money. After tying such a large piece of land, it was very expensive to develop.

With just my little arms and legs, it is amazing to be able to pay the money for buying land next month. The development cost... is at least a hundred times more.

Forty-five thousand coins!

Ouyang Bian's fighting spirit suddenly became popular.

Rich people in the Song Dynasty, wait for me to harvest!

Ouyang Bian put aside his sorrow and devoted himself to the construction plan of this swamp.

This investment is related to his future, and even Ouyang Bian himself dare not ignore it.

This is not a matter of tens of thousands of yuan, but it involves a huge amount of hundreds of thousands of yuan.

How much money is hundreds of thousands of guan?

You can compare like this.

During the Chanyuan alliance, Song and Liao entered into a peace agreement. The annual monies Song gave to Liao were only 100,000 taels of silver and 200,000 pieces of silk every year.

One or two silver taels of silver have the same purchasing power as Yizheng money, and a piece of silk is about 1.5 jin.

In other words, the annual monies given to the Liao Kingdom are 400,000 jin per year.

In Ouyang Bian's plan, the transformation of swamps is more than annual monies!

Time flies.

When Ouyang Bian raised his head again, there was a festive atmosphere on the streets, and cheerful sounds came from outside.

Ouyang Bian was quite confused about the meaning of the year and asked Bizhu who came in, "What's wrong with it outside?"

Bizhu covered her mouth and smiled, then helped to clean up the drawings that fell all over the floor, and said in a sweet voice: "Silang has been confused all day and night recently. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival."

Ouyang Bian suddenly realized.

"Is my father back?"

Bizhu nodded: "The master went to visit someone today, but he has returned home."

Ouyang Bian nodded: "Do you give me the gift I gave to the teacher and the others?"

Bizhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Manager Xu comes here to ask you, you are busy, I have asked them to send it as usual. Lord Wang is still asking you what you are busy with recently?"

Ouyang Bian stretched, yawned, and smiled and said, "Sister Bizhu, help me prepare hot water. I have to take a good bath. By the way, someone invited me to participate in a poetry meeting, an essay collection, or something?"

Bizhu covered her mouth and smiled, "There are quite a lot of masters, but you don't have one here."

Ouyang Bian shook his head: "These people don't take me seriously. They are also lyrics with a few popular lyrics. Forget it, let's see how to go to my father's poetry party tonight."

He is going to become famous now. If a Mid-Autumn Festival poem is not worth enough, then another Lantern Festival poem is. He is young and has no fame and fame. If you want people to admire him, you have to become famous in this way. With fame, it will be much easier to talk about cooperation.

Otherwise, no matter how good my plan is, I see, hey, a little brat, I'm afraid I won't even have the interest in talking.

If there is a halo of a famous poet or child prodigy, they will at least be in a curious way when they see each other. Then they can use their own tongue and things will be possible!

Ouyang Bian shook his head disgusted.

People's time travelers are always sluggish in copying poems, but when they come here, they always want to use them in exchange for profits to show off. It's really unelegant. Tsk, a common man!

However, when he was lying in the hot water with petals floating on it, this disgust had disappeared - elegance is useless, money is the king!

Sure enough, the true fragrance theorem is not restricted by the times.
Chapter completed!