I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhe Yu woke up from the big bed in Prince Xu's mansion.

Sunlight leaked from the undrawn curtains, and he raised his fingers to block it. The scene in front of me is very familiar, even the position of the vase, it seems that time has stood still for a long time, returning to the original origin.

In the morning, cloves make breakfast.

The little maid is skillful, and the staple food is steamed cake and oil tea twist. The meatballs in the spicy soup have the aroma of beef.

Zhe Yu looked at the food, couldn't get it down with his chopsticks, and suddenly asked, "Do you have ginger soaked in vinegar?"

I haven't tasted those flavors for a long time. It really is that people are in a foreign land and their hearts are in their hometown.

Ding Xiang was very surprised, how could such a noble person like vulgar food like pickled ginger in vinegar?

Seeing this, Li Jianping quickly picked up his chopsticks, "Master, don't waste it if you don't like it, I ate it." He said, stuffing a few mouthfuls indiscriminately.

Du Zhong and Ding Xiang looked at each other in blank dismay, the relationship between master and servant was so strange.

Zhe Yu naturally knew that the test subject was testing the poison with his body? Showing loyalty comes quickly. He glanced at it and said "no rules". He also simply ate a few mouthfuls.

I don't know when the emperor's imperial edict was issued, and living in the palace, although the conditions are favorable, is equivalent to black eyes. Zhe Yu felt that he had to go out and have a look.

**

In today's early court, the emperor and ministers gathered together, and after more than half a month of ignoring the Minister of Honglu Temple in the Song Kingdom, Emperor Yanwu finally decided to meet him.

In the manchu civil and military shouting long live, the young Pei Xianzhi seemed alone and lonely.

He raised the big sleeves of the people of the Song Dynasty, vigorously and vigorously, and said, "His Majesty the wise Emperor Wu of the Great Yan, with the most sincere goodwill of the Lord of the Song Dynasty, I want to establish friendship with your country, conduct business, promote prosperity and trade, and benefit It will benefit thousands and thousands of people. Your Majesty, please allow the trade."

Emperor Yanwu wore a twelve-pronged crown on his head. Through the crown, he looked coldly at the Minister of Honglu Temple in his friendly country, like a clown.

What greeted Pei Xianzhi was the verbal criticism and the spittle of the officials.

"Your Majesty, I, Da Yan, built the country with agriculture and mulberry, and I am self-sufficient, so I don't need to do business with Song Yi."

"Yes, the wolf ambitions of the Song Dynasty, and the merchants' profit-seeking, disrupted the economic order of our Dayan, and the business of commerce will never work."

"Your Majesty, in the previous Wanzhou salt case, it was the nobles of the Song Dynasty who collaborated with the salt merchants, causing our common people to live in poverty. Now the biggest culprit of the salt case has not yet been punished. He wants to do business and hand over the person in charge of the Pei family."

The group of ministers discussed and found out that the other party's minister of Honglu Temple was none other than the Pei family.

Pei Xianzhi held his head high and his chest high, without losing the integrity of the ambassador of the Song Dynasty. "The salt case in Wanzhou was caused by salt merchants' rebellion and had nothing to do with the Song Dynasty. The monarch of our country was also very angry and ordered to strictly punish the salt merchants. In addition, the monarch is willing to negotiate a currency exchange rate with your country as a show of sincerity. That is, Da Yan When money enters the Great Song Dynasty, it can be exchanged for two to buy more supplies and commodities, which can be said to be full of sincerity."

If Baicaoshi was present, they would know that Song Guo was actually fighting a currency war.

In modern times, some export-oriented countries will lower their own exchange rates, thus enjoying the advantage of surplus in foreign trade.

But in the Yan Song Dynasty at that time, this approach was still very advanced.

Many products of the Song Dynasty are very popular in Dayan, and the copper flower mirror is a representative. The female family members of the ministers' families are all loyal fans of the bronze flower mirror.

As soon as this remark came out, some courtiers fell silent. They obviously felt that the Great Yan Kingdom had taken advantage of it.

"About this article, will it be included in the trade agreement between the two countries?"

Pei Xianzhi bowed and saluted Emperor Yanwu. "Report to His Majesty Dayan, the rate of currency exchange can be written into the agreement. Once Song Dynasty breaks the contract, Dayan can send troops."

"I don't need to wait until you break the contract, I can send troops now." This time, it was Dayan's General Wu Lie who was speaking, Xia Heng's father Xia Ying. "Your Majesty, please send troops to crusade against the State of Song and take the city to comfort the people of Dayan who were traumatized in the salt case."

**

One morning, Zhe Yu, who hadn't waited for His Majesty's imperial edict, left the Xun Palace, only Li Jianping was by his side.

As for the back, there are still several small tails hidden.

They are naturally the eyeliner of the Sixteen Kings House.

Zhe Yu's destination is the West Market, where there is a saying, "Hu Ji looks like a flower, and she should smile like a spring breeze. If you are not drunk now, will you return safely?"

Hu Ji usually refers to the women of Xiliang country. In the more remote places in the west of Dayan, there are also many businessmen haunting Xishi.

Here, there are all three religions and nine streams.

The headquarters of the first floor in the world is also located in Xishi.

Zhe Yu went to the first floor in the world. I chose a location by the window, where I can have a panoramic view of Yanshui. However, it is mid-winter now, and the river is frozen, showing a desolate look.

The first floor of the world gathers many literati and scholars, and they like to talk about major events in the world. What they are talking about today is all about the envoy of the Song Dynasty—Pei Xianzhi, Minister of Honglu Temple.

"Guess, can this trade business be accomplished?" a student from Ganming Academy asked.

"Song people are cunning, businessmen are looking for profit, what is there to talk about with them? Let me tell you, directly attack the army to avenge Wanzhou."

"If there is no trade in the future, the ciqing paper from the Song Dynasty will probably not flow into Dayan. My ancestors like to use ciqing paper to copy scriptures."

"If the Song State cede the land and pay for the money, I think the trade can continue."

Oriha listened to their conversation and shook his head.

The so-called literati are mostly empty talk and misleading the country.

Li Jianping chewed the peanuts, but couldn't figure out what Zhe Yu was thinking. "Young master, what are you thinking?"

Zheyu remembers talking with Baicaoshi before, and in the future, he will do big business, surpassing the first floor in the world. However, Baicaoshi said that the first floor of the world sold a jar of red yeast rice wine, which has achieved a reputation of spending a lot of money. So she plans to invest in the first floor of the world, so that the signboard of the first floor can last.

Thinking of this, Zhe Yu picked up a bone and inscribed a few words on the pillar of the restaurant. After finishing writing, he threw out the bones casually, wiped his hands with a clean veil, and left the first floor.

"My lord, where are you going next?" Li Jianping asked.

The son's mind is unpredictable, he really can't figure it out. , and unwilling to follow blindly and blindly.

"Go home." Zhe Yu replied very smoothly.

The two returned to Prince Xu's Mansion and closed the door. Those little tails guarded behind the street walls, vendors, and in the shadows.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhe Yu changed into the servant's clothes, and went out of the palace through the back door.

No one followed him anymore. He managed to throw off the stalking.

This time his destination was a time-honored store selling lanterns in Dongshi.

After passing the code, the other party led him in. These people were all the stakes of Yun Zhao's old department lurking in Yanjing.

"Young Master Zhe Yu, we have been entrusted by the chief helmsman to wait for you here. The doctor has arrived, please take a look first."

Zhe Yu said yes.

However, Yun Zhao's doctor also frowned after seeing it. "My master once saw an example of treating a disease in an ancient book, which is to cut open the internal organs of a person and suture the wound inside. I can feel that the young master's spleen is injured and needs to be treated, but I don't know how to deal with it .”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Zhe Yu's eyes. But he knew that if even the doctors of Tai Hospital couldn't help, what else could Yun Zhao's wild doctor do.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any pigeons flying to Wanzhou? I need to send a letter."

The shopkeeper agreed, that was natural, Wanzhou was Dayan's second largest city, and it was also a strategic place that Yun Zhao had to infiltrate.

Zhe Yu got the carrier pigeon, so he sent the letter to Baicaoshi.

**

When the carrier pigeon flew over the tall city gate of Yanjing, Baicaoshi was standing under the city, looking up at it.

She was still wearing a veil to cover the small red rash on her face. She lost a full five catties after traveling for many days. But she finally reached Yanjing.

"Yu Bao, I'm here, where are you?"