Chapter 132: When you come, just hold on!

When the Tang Dynasty was led by Emperor Taizong to the early prosperity of Zhenguan, the neighbor Dashi Kingdom, which was only separated from the Pamir Mountains to the west, also reached its most prosperous period in history. The four major caliphs after Mohammed were smart and capable, and the country's booming Dashi also opened its bloody mouth and expanded greedily into all directions.

The once very powerful Persia finally failed to withstand the expansion of large food. Just when Tang Cheng traveled to Tang, the country was destroyed fifty or sixty years ago. This is the origin of Xue Dong's calling Umar "a lowly deceased country" and an objective reason why there were too many Persians in the Tang Dynasty.

For the Persian Hu people who lived in the Tang Dynasty, in this country of others, faith has transcended the scope of religion and became the most important spiritual bond in identity. The Zoroastrian temple, which carries out ecclesiastical activities, has become a holy place for them to rely on their thoughts in their homeland. Although they are two different countries, the Zoroastrian temple itself is not much different, almost the same as the Zoroastrian temple in their hometown.

Walking into the Zoroastrian temple, it seems like you are back to your dream hometown!

The devout religious belief and the thought of the homeland immersed in blood and bones were perfectly integrated in the Zoroastrian temple. For the Persian Hu who lived in the Tang Dynasty, this made the already solemn religious place like Zoroastrian temple become more and more sacred.

According to the teachings of Zoroastrianism, twenty-four hours a day are divided into five hours, and there is a specific prayer ceremony in these five hours. It is also because it is for the convenience of believers that Zoroastrian temple is closed very late.

That night, the sacred and solemn Yangzhou Zha Temple became unusually lively. The Persian Husbands who were sweeping inside the Zha Temple gate suddenly saw two tribesmen rushing in like wind, one of them was still bleeding from his head, and the one who was pulling him ran and cursing while running.

The words he cursed were so unpleasant that the Persian Hu, who were responsible for worshiping the God of Fire, could not help but pray to God Hu Tian after hearing one sentence.

Although he had entered the Zoroastrian temple, the two people who rushed in cursed and ran to the hall where the holy fire was worshipped in the middle of the temple without stopping.

The probability of such a thing happening in the sacred Zoroastrian temple was so small that the Persian Hu were a little stunned. At this moment, a group of ferocious people rushed in from the door.

Seeing that the group of people rushed in were ferocious and reckless, and they were not tribe members, the Persian Hu subconsciously wanted to stop and persuade them.

Before they could speak out their advice, the fist of a cymbal had already hit the door. Following that was followed by the fist. At this time, Xue Dong, who was scolded and angry, was really as brave as a tiger with a fierce appearance, and was unstoppable. He really lived up to the reputation of the "great" guard of the Yulin.

Seeing his master like this, everyone who had been "fat-in-arms" with the "battle-standing" servants were brave enough to compete for the first place. In a moment, they beat Persian Hu in front of them to the ground and continued to chase after Umar and the others with Xue Dong.

When Tang Cheng ran along with other people watching the fun, the Persian Hu were lying on the ground and making a lot of noise. The expressions on his face were absent from anger. They were obviously stunned and had not figured out the situation.

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you go and call someone?" Tang Cheng, who was in the crowd, no longer cared about these Persian Hu who had just woken up, continued to run in.

When Tang Cheng first arrived at the entrance of the hall where the holy fire was worshipped, he heard a cry of sorrow like a deceased mother and heard a cry of sorrow that broke through the air, "The holy fire... is extinguished!" As soon as the cry of sorrow arose, it was immediately submerged in the sound of fists and feet.

Zheng Wu found this kid who was really good, and he completed all the things he arranged.

Hearing this cry, Tang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, I finally got it done! He slowed down and grabbed Zheng Wu next to him and whispered: "Take that kid away while the chaos is in trouble and send it directly onto the boat. You will come back after you see the boat leave with your own eyes."

Zheng Wu nodded, and the man had already rushed into the hall in front of Tang Cheng.

When Tang Cheng entered the hall, he saw that there was a mess inside. Among the messy magic weapons that were thrown around the ground, there were three or four Persian Hu in white robes. One of the oldest was crawling under the altar. Although he was being beaten, he could not feel the pain and looked at the altar with wisps of blue smoke coming out.

Zoroastrianism is the Persian state religion. Just by hearing the name, you can know how important the holy fire worshipped in this altar is. It is the son of God Hu Tian, ​​the highest and most powerful thing created by God. The tranquility, glory, vitality, sharpness, and purity of the holy fire are the symbol of God's absolute and perfect land, and it is the "eye of justice" on earth. The protection and praise of the holy fire is the greatest glory and obligation of the believers.

The holy fire symbolizes the power and justice of the great god Hu Tian. The power and justice of the great god Hu Tian have lasted forever. The holy fire of its symbol will never be extinguished once it is lit. This is clearly written in the Scriptures. This is the "constant fire" worshipped in the homes of ordinary believers, let alone the "holy fire" worshipped in the Zoroastrian temple?

Umar seemed to be shocked by the extinguishing of the holy fire. He was so scared that he forgot to hide from him that he was kicked and beaten up by Xue Dong, who had finally caught up with him. However, the Persian boy Zheng Wu found was sly and used the altar and the vast space in the hall to deal with the servants.

Tang Cheng had just stood in the hall and heard a noise behind him, but because those people were in a hurry, they called Persian, so he couldn't understand what he was saying.

After a while, he felt that his body was forced to retreat to both sides by the people in front of him. The crowd watching the fun at the entrance of the hall separated a road, and some Persian Hu, who were also wearing white robes, walked in.

After these people came in, they didn't even mind paying attention to the continued fighting, and their eyes turned directly to the altar, and then almost without exception fell into a state of dullness.

The holy fire that has been burning for thirty-nine years since the construction of the temple has been burning for thirty-nine years... has been extinguished?!

The blow is really too big!

At this time, the boy Zheng Wu found took advantage of the situation and rushed over from behind a pillar, shouting, "They have destroyed the holy fire, it is the holy fire that these thugs have destroyed!", shouting, his people were already hiking behind the Persians like loaches.

When Xue Dong's servants wanted to catch that kid again, it was no longer possible.

After watching the boy slip out of the hall gate while the chaos was taking advantage of the situation, and watching Zheng Wu follow him into the darkness outside the hall, Tang Cheng was completely relieved.

Tonight, everything planned by him has come to an end perfectly.

Not to mention whether the holy fire was accidentally extinguished by Xue Dong and others, even if they knew clearly that it was not done by themselves, they would not be able to argue clearly now.

Tang Cheng did not follow Zheng Wu, but stayed in the hall for a while. As more and more Persian Hu came in outside, he and other Tang people who were watching the fun were also cleared out of the hall.

When the hall gate slowly closed, Tang Cheng heard Xue Dong's already horrified voice, "I am the personal guard of Yulin. Who dares to touch me?"

Crackly, Ding Ling's sugar bean curd...

Even through the thick hall gate, Xue Dong and his servants' screams were still clearly heard.

This guy's call is so loud...

"Acheng, you're running too fast." Wu Yujun, who found Tang Cheng in the crowd, greeted him, and looked hard at the closed hall door while protruding his head and chanting, "Boll, hit it to death. I'll let you pull it, and it'll cost 50% of your mouth..." He was muttering, and his hands were still gesturing back and forth, as if he was kicking Xue Dong in the scene.

"The mission has finally been completed!" On the way back to the inn, Tang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Durach is an old fox, and the businessman's character is the worst. If his son was beaten after just a brothel, Durach would be very likely to surrender for the long-term interests. But after the holy fire of the Zoroastrian temple just now, the two sides had a mortal hatred. At this point, it was impossible for Durach himself to retreat.

When he first heard Li Longji's name from the magistrate of Zhang County at the beginning of last year, Tang Cheng was just a country boy who had not even entered the county school. It has been nearly two years, especially after months of patience, waiting and arrangement, he finally completed the price and test offered by Zhang Liang tonight. The completion process was almost perfect, and at this point, he finally captured the shadow of Li Sanlang.

Originally, Tang Cheng's original idea and purpose was to get a share of the huge tung oil business. His boldest idea at that time was to work with Sun Jun to monopolize the tung oil business in Jinzhou. Until he first came to Yangzhou with Wu Yujun, he still had the same idea.

But who could have thought that things had changed so much? Here he met Zheng Lingyi, a typical two-sided person, and thus obtained the entire supply and partial pricing rights of the tung oil for the Maritime Merchant.

When the capital in hand was extremely inflated, when such a fulcrum was mastered, the things Tang Cheng was chasing in this business also quietly changed. Profits and money have become less important, and those attracted by profits have become the main targets.

The purpose of coming to Yangzhou was to make the tung oil business. In the end, the tung oil business became an appearance, and the real big business became a pursuit of people and land. This is how he was, and so was Zhang Liang. However, the place he was chasing Li Longji, while Zhang Liang was chasing Hu people and sea merchants who had huge wealth.

Just as the holy fire in the Zoroastrian altar was extinguished, the business and real big business in this business shop had already settled. Zhang Liang and Li Longji, represented by him, got what they wanted, and Tang Cheng also got what he wanted. This is a win-win business. As a time traveler, Tang Cheng, who had worked in later companies, understood one thing very well: a win-win business is the business that can truly last for a long time.

What's even better is that in this business, Tang Cheng, like Zhang Liang, believes that he is the party who benefits the most. The difference is that Zhang Liang's gains are obvious, while Tang Cheng's gains are invisible.

The beneficiaries of these invisible benefits are not only him, but also his family and Zheng Lingyi.

After carefully reviewing the tung oil business, the transformation from small to large until finally surpassing the business itself, Tang Cheng couldn't help but think of a sentence from Marzheli that he learned later: "The world is moving, and the world is connected."

Water has no constant momentum, and time changes. For Tang Cheng, the most important experience I personally feel from this tung oil business is that opportunities are not absolute or non-existent, they always appear or disappear with the passage of time and changes of things. Lamenting that there is no point in having no opportunity, the real meaning lies in how to create with what you already have, even trigger opportunities, and finally grasp them firmly!

This is a common truth in later generations, but these common truths always need to be experienced by yourself before you can truly understand it, believe it, and then apply it to life and ultimately change your personal destiny.

When Tang Cheng completed this chapter of the summary and reflection with a strong scholarly spirit, he had returned to the inn. The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered that Qiori had made an appointment with him to meet in the evening.

Turning his head to look at the sky, Tang Cheng pushed open the door, "What can she have to do?" After muttering, he was really tired after running around the past two days and went to bed early.

The big thing was gone, and I slept very happily this time. I didn't get up until the sun was noon. Just as Tang Cheng was having breakfast, Zheng Wu, who looked tired, came back and reported that the Persian boy had already set off.

It seems that Tang Cheng was destined to be uneasy for this meal. As soon as Zheng Wu left, his eyes were squinting together with his smile. He almost walked in from outside with his heels.

"How miserable? Tsk, how miserable!" After Wu Yujun sat down, he reached out to grab the Hu cake in front of Tang Cheng and gnawed it, saying, "It's a pity that our Duwei Xue had broken his legs and his right arm was also broken. I heard from the news from the yamen that the Duwei now has no personal figure! It's still timely when I went last night, otherwise... Tsk, how miserable, those Persian Hus are really cruel."

Regarding Wu Yujun's cat crying rat, Tang Cheng only said one sentence: "Pretend, you keep pretending."

Just this sentence, Wu Yujun immediately burst out laughing, and the Hu cake that had just been stuffed into his mouth even sprayed into Tang Cheng's bowl.

I can't drink this bowl of porridge anymore.

After looking at the little bit of porridge left in the bowl, Tang Cheng frowned and waited until Wu Yujun finished schadenfretting and asked, "What's the saying in the yamen?"

"What can I say? The governor is very terrible now! I have to worry about how to explain to the princess's mansion. The Persian Hus are still unwilling to forgive. In addition to Chang'an, there are many Persian Hus in Yangzhou. If the land is not good, it will cause civil unrest." At this point, Wu Yujun still rarely shook Wen'er: "'Since ancient times, they have always valued China and were inferior to barbarians, and I love them as one. This is what Emperor Taizong told the world in his edict. If he really wants to arouse the Husian, he will be the end of the battle."

"I didn't ask anyone in the yamen for questions?" Tang Cheng deliberately did not mention Qizhi's name.

"Last night was the Yangzhou government office that Kuaihuo Tower urgently reported. Otherwise, the three Xue Dongs would have been beaten to death! The brothels, especially places like Kuaihuo Tower. There was no jealousy that day? Besides, so many people watched last night, so what else can I ask?" Wu Yujun smiled, "I deserve this governor's unlucky. If I change to another place, he could take the opportunity to attack, and at least find a scapegoat. But Kuaihuo Tower is the eldest brother-in-law of the Huainan Road Observer. Qizhi is the top money tree in Kuaihuo Tower. He gave the Yangzhou governor a courage. He dared not to make ground on the head of his boss. This time, he is sad at this moment!"

The governor of Yangzhou is indeed sad now, but Tang Cheng's days have really been relaxed these days.

The work to do the land has been done. Since Zheng Lingyi said that the supplier indicated in the local dialect is Wu Yujun, even if he is able to participate in the pricing of the land, he knows that Wu Yujun is just a puppet, but for the sake of future considerations, Tang Cheng does not have to stay on the surface.

On the third day after the Happy Building, Zheng Lingyi came forward to convene, and all parties held a tung oil pricing meeting in the recreation park in Durah.

In addition to Zheng Lingyi and Wu Yujun, the representative of Tang people's sea merchants, Mr. Wang Hanxiang, representative of Hu people's sea merchants, and Zhang Liang, the royal palace of Anguo Prime Minister, were also attended the meeting. Xue Dong, the Princess Taiping Mansion of Zhenguo, who should have also participated in the meeting, was unable to attend due to well-known reasons.

There were many episodes at this meeting. Mr. Wang Hanxiang did not want the high price of tung oil to affect his interests, and he did not dare to resist Zhang Liang because of his lack of support. Therefore, he had the intention to hold back and let Durah come forward to reduce the price. Who knew that what was beyond his expectations was that Durah's proposed price for Wu Yujun did not even refute a penny!

This is already surprising enough. What made the old man even more stunned was that he should have stood with Wu Yujun, and the better the price of tung oil, Zhang Liang was actually confused, and he actually took the initiative to speak out and lower the price!

The tung oil seller has reached the position of buying tung oil, but he is afraid that the price will be high! Even though Mr. Wang is well-informed, such a thing is really the first time he encounters it. This... it should have been said by Durah!

The day monster is really a day monster!

Since the seller is so able to consider the buyer, and the Anguo Prime Minister's Mansion behind Zhang Liang is so prominent, the business is easy to negotiate! In the end, in a peaceful atmosphere, Zheng Lingyi came to decide the case, squeezed the false head in Wu Yujun's price, and then made a slight increase in the price of Mr. Wang who was riding the wind, and finally set it at a price that both parties could satisfy.

This price is only four cents less than what Tang Cheng told Zheng Lingyi in advance. Although the price is 17% higher than last year's market price, it is not too high, but after all, the amount is large, and sellers such as Wu Yujun cannot make less money. Considering the tight supply situation this year, the maritime merchants who are rich in wealth also think that this price is within an acceptable range. You should know that Zhou Lirong, who has been in a raging market a few days ago, would have to rise by 30% to 35% if he let it go.

The most important oil price is certain, and the deposit payment ratio will no longer be a problem. In the end, the entire meeting began in peace and ended in "mutual understanding", which is enough to be perfect.

Such a result is really a political achievement for Zheng Lingyi, who was able to take up this position with his cousin Shangguan Wan'er. After all, the interest groups involved in this matter are too complicated and the interests involved are also great. No one will be able to sit in this position, and it will not be easy for Zheng Lingyi to be in this position. Not to mention Zheng Lingyi's age and qualifications.

While working here, Tang Cheng, who had already had his heart to entrust his life to Zheng Lingyi, then he lived a life similar to the last few days he had come to Yangzhou. Every morning, he hired a small boat to wander around the canal waterway.

The pole was dotted into the water and brought a faint ripples. Tang Chengxian sat at the head of a willow-leaf boat, looking at the prosperity of the two banks for a closer look. Sometimes he could hear a few vague sounds of pipas, and this vague pipa added a bit of indescribable ancient charm to Yangzhou.

Everyone is full of paintings, and people wander among the paintings!

In the sound of the oars, Tang Cheng, who was sitting idle, would occasionally fall into myths. Is he a time traveler from later generations? Or is he originally a Tang man, but he traveled through the future in that forgotten memory, and came back after experiencing another completely different prosperity?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, was it a butterfly turned into Zhuang Zhou? Or did Zhuang Zhou turn into a butterfly?

After all, the myths of literati who feel sad about spring and autumn are short after all. When they come out of the myths, Tang Cheng's free and flying thoughts will inevitably float to another place - the idea that also arises on this canal - If I were given one county and one state, could I build it into the prosperity of Yangzhou in front of me...
Chapter completed!