Marrying a powerful eunuch three times

Chapter 217: Prince of Jianxing

Su Rutang didn't want to let Xiao Zhijie know, but then he thought that he might not be able to hide it from him. So he brought up the matter of renting the waterway in Chazhou to transport the materials.

"I hope the prince will agree to our lease and transportation of supplies from Chazhou."

Prince Jianxing snorted coldly:

"The Su family is guarding Mobei, and the one in the capital doesn't even provide rations?"

Xiao Zhijie kept silent with a cold face. This had nothing to do with him. He had a good personal relationship with the Jianxing King's family, so naturally he hated the Great Zhou royal family.

"The Su family is really the watchdog of Emperor Wen."

Su Rutang couldn't help getting angry when he saw the gloating look on the face of Prince Jianxing.

"Prince Jianxing. The Su family guarded Mobei for the sake of Dazhou, for the people of Mobei, and for the people of Dazhou. The country is destroyed but the mountains and rivers remain, but what about the people of Mobei and Chazhou?

Do you think Chazhou can stay out of this?

The feud between Chazhou and the royal family of Beijing is an internal matter of the Great Zhou. Even if you, the King of Jianxing of Chazhou, become powerful one day, it will be the Long family's own business.

But what will the Xiliang cavalry face once they set foot in the northern desert?

Can the people of Chazhou, who you protect, escape the disaster? The people of Da Zhou were dragged into the war.

What will happen to the covetous Southern Kingdom? Will your close friend General Xiao obey the orders of the Emperor of Liguo and march straight into the country to seize the territory of the Great Zhou?"

Prince Jianxing didn't expect that his sarcastic expression would be met with a barrage of complaints from Su Rutang.

"It's useless for you to complain to me." Prince Jianxing sat on a chair, playing with his beads. "I have no business dealing with the dock."

Song Huaiyan walked to the window and looked at the people on the street.

Hearing this, he spoke calmly:

"The Long family is nothing but this. They fight for their own selfish desires and so-called fame and fortune. Sister, they are ultimately ashamed of the people of the world."

"Don't try to provoke me. It won't work on me. It's enough for the people of Chazhou to live a good life."

Song Huaiyan smiled repeatedly.

"The people of Chazhou are good? Can men and women study equally?"

“Do women have opportunities to work?”

“Is everyone well fed and warmly clothed?”

Song Huaiyan's series of questions left Prince Jianxing speechless.

"The Jianxing Palace enjoys the tax revenue from the people, but what has it done for the people? The land in Chazhou is barren, have you thought about how to increase production?

Docks emerged and water trade began.

But have the people benefited from it? If you can encourage the people to set up some handicraft workshops, process the special products of Chazhou and sell them to other places.

Where do the beggars on the streets outside come from?"

"You are sharp-tongued. What have you done?"

Song Huaiyan pointed at Su Rutang and said:

"Although we are weak and humble women, we dare not forget the suffering of the people. We built a school for girls and offered classes to teach them how to read and write, embroider, cook, make handicrafts, plant flowers, and raise livestock."

Prince Jianxing and Xiao Zhijie also mentioned that there was a girls' school near the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Aims to train women.

"The people of Chazhou live better than those in the surrounding Yanzhou. Yanzhou was once defeated and occupied by Xiliang for several years. More and more people have become bandits, and they have become the bullies of the surrounding areas.

As the Yanzhou bandit den grows stronger, Chazhou will inevitably become a coveted food for others." Su Rutang leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look.

"If Chazhou and Mobei form an alliance, we can leave enough troops near Chazhou."

Su Rutang knew that Chazhou was not invulnerable.

Because Chazhou had a port and fertile land, the surrounding bandits and the leaders of the 49 tribes of Xiliang all took a fancy to this place.

Since the Spring Festival.

Chazhou has experienced dozens of battles, large and small.

Xiao Zhijie didn't come here just to buy and sell weapons once a year.

"Are you talking about Xiong Batian, the bandit leader of Yanzhou?" The prince of Jianxing did not take this man seriously at all. "He is a big shot with one or two thousand men under his command. Some time ago, he wanted to marry my widowed sister whose husband died."

Su Rutang rolled up his sleeves, dipped his finger in tea and wrote a number on the table.

"As far as I know, he has so many people under his command, and there are more than 17,000 people gathered at the junction of Yanzhou and Chazhou. There is an underground trading market in Chazhou where no one is in charge. It is said that even human heads can be traded there.

Xiong Batian is well-known for robbing and looting, so it is common for him to spend money to buy weapons in the black market."

Su Rutang didn't say anything reproachful.

But King Jianxing allowed the bandit leader to dominate the country, and in just a few years he formed an army comparable to that of Chazhou.

Xiong Batian actually said that there were only more than a thousand people.

Although he didn't believe it, he thought the scale was at most more than 2,000 people.

"Are you serious?"

Su Rutang sat in a chair, relaxed. "General Xiao has spies following him, right? Why don't we go investigate together with the spies from Prince Jianxing's Palace?"

Song Huaiyan sat lazily next to Su Rutang.

A hand was placed on Su Rutang's shoulder.

Su Rutang took Song Huaiyan's hand and placed it on his knees, and asked softly:

"No tea you like?"

"It smells stale, I don't like it." Song Huaiyan didn't even look at Xiao Zhijie, there seemed to be only Su Rutang in her eyes.

Su Rutang smiled:

"Luckily I prepared your favorite Taiping Houkui."

Su Rutang took off the cloth bag on his back and took out a small bamboo tube from it and poured out the tea inside.

"Please ask King Jianxing to make another pot of tea. My sister is very picky."

King Jianxing: “…”

These two people are weird.

Xiao Zhijie felt inexplicably unhappy.

Su Rutang proposed a leasing plan, and then said: "We have to stay for a few more days, and I hope the prince can consider our problem. If Xiong Batian wants to attack Chazhou, can the garrison of Jianxing Palace hold it?

If a tribe in Xiliang cooperates with Xiong Batian, how will the prince respond? If Chazhou and Mobei join forces, the Mobei Iron Cavalry will also be Chazhou's most powerful backing."

Song Huaiyan held the small cup and sipped the tea carefully.

The Prince of Jianxing did not agree to Su Rutang immediately.

He just said that he would go back and think about it first, and then give her an answer after discussing it with King Jianxing.

"Then we won't disturb you two anymore." Su Rutang stood up.

After they exchanged greetings, they left hand in hand.

During this time.

Song Huaiyan didn't even give Xiao Zhijie a glance.

After they leave.

Prince Jianxing looked at Xiao Zhijie.

"Is that Miss Song really yours?" Why does she look so unfamiliar?

Xiao Zhijie smiled.

"Use me and run away."

"dare you laugh?"

"You want me to cry?" Xiao Zhijie picked up the cup of tea that Song Huaiyan was drinking and sniffed it carefully. "I am a girl who will take revenge if I have any."

He admired what Song Huaiyan and Su Rutang did very much.

Women don't necessarily have to stay in the back house.

Thinking about the girls' school they talked about, it would be great if there was such a girls' school in Li Country.

"Does Xiong Batian really have the number she said?"

"Not that many, but not less. There must be 30,000 to 40,000 people." Xiao Zhijie stood up and walked to the window.

I just happened to see Song Huaiyan and Su Rutang walking onto the street.

Song Huaiyan looked back and met Xiao Zhijie's eyes.

She looked away coldly.

Xiao Zhijie knew that Song Huaiyan held a grudge, and getting into trouble with this vengeful woman... hahahaha... he suddenly felt that life had different fun besides fighting.

Prince Jianxing did not stay any longer.

Hurry back to discuss with King Jianxing.

Su Rutang and Song Huaiyan strolled on the street with their maid and bought some herbs one after another.

Asked about the price of food.

Su Rutang found that the price of food was much higher than last year, "Huai Yan. The price of food has increased a lot. It seems that the affected areas are not only Da Zhou and Xiliang border."

"It would be best if we could ship over our stored food."

Song Huaiyan also discovered it.

The two of them entered the silver shop again.

"Gentlemen, what would you like to buy?" The shopkeeper came over.

Xiao Zhijie appeared from behind, "Mr. Song, I happen to be going to a nice place, would you two like to come with me?"

Song Huaiyan blinked.

"black market?"

"Ah."

"Go." Song Huaiyan agreed.

Huo Mi didn't want Su Rutang and Song Huaiyan to follow Xiao Zhijie, as he always felt that this man had some bad intentions.

"Madam, we have things to do, so let's not go." Huo Mi had a headache. After leaving the capital, Su Rutang's courage became more and more out of control.

"go."

Su Rutang wanted to see if there was a Thousand-Year-Old Flesh Buddha on the black market. Perhaps the fallen face could only be healed by a Thousand-Year-Old Flesh Buddha.

"lady."

"Huo Mi, you and Rong Kuo go do what you should do." Su Rutang gave him a look.

Huo Mi and Rong Kuo had no choice but to leave.

Su Rutang, Song Huaiyan and Qingdai followed Xiao Zhijie to the black market.

The black market in Chazhou is very hidden.

First we arrived at the pier and took a boat to a small island.

After getting on the island, we entered a passage.

After walking in the corridor for a long time, Qingdai always followed behind Su Rutang and Song Huaiyan.

Xiao Zhijie walked beside Song Huaiyan.

not talking.

The two hardly spoke along the way.