flstandardbreds Chapter 162 Being followed
Chapter 162 Being followed
Zhou Qinghe sat up, drank a sip of strong tea and went outside the yard to shovel snow.
Wake up.
The cold snowflakes fell on my body and when they encountered the scorching heat, they quickly melted into a drop of transparent water.
This was a problem Zhou Qinghe had when he was a child. At that time, he always felt that as long as the snow between the Imperial Study and Suyun Palace was cleared, the emperor would be able to find the way to Yanyun Palace.
Later I found out that it was the emperor... If he wanted to, he could build a road even if there was no road. He just hated Suyun Palace and deliberately forgot about them after not seeing them for many years.
So deliberate that even the palace servants didn't want to clear the way to Suyun Palace...
Later, he punished all the lazy palace servants. From then on, there were no more problems with the road to Suyun Palace, and even if a stone was missing, it could be repaired on the same day.
But he was still not the child his father liked. He was just a stain on his father's mind.
From then on he understood that people still have to hold some power in their hands, otherwise they will be bullied to death.
Zhao Fangyu saw that he was sweeping the floor like a monk, and he did not stop him. He called him through the window to put on a thick coat, and sat back at the table to read what he had just written.
She was bound to expand her perfume business to Nanzhao. The money in Daliang was limited. If she made too much money, others would be jealous, such as the third prince.
If she could bring the money she earned from other countries to Daliang and find a place to hide it, then she would have nothing to worry about.
Now she and Zhou Qinghe are on the same boat, sharing resources, and using the Second Prince's men to open up a trade route from Quanzhou to Nanzhao.
With this trade route, if you can sell things, you can naturally buy things as well.
During the truce, they earned money from Nanzhao, and during the war, they went out from Nanzhao to buy some supplies from the surrounding countries. Some things that were difficult to buy in large quantities in China could be bought in other places.
But we have to be careful, after all, there are many vassal states around us, and we have to be careful that the local rulers will tip off the emperor of Daliang. We still have to do it secretly, and we can't have large transactions, we have to break it down into small pieces.
In addition to opening up trade routes, the marks that the fourteen states belonged to the second prince must be gradually erased.
The Fourteen States were her dowry. She had made too much money over the years, so the woman would not think too much about it. But in the eyes of those ministers in the court who wished they could use eight people for their one brain, her dowry was probably no different from Zhou Qinghe's private treasury.
After all, in this world, most women regard their husbands as their gods, so there are poor people like my elder sister, the wife of the Duke of Li, who can only watch her dowry being swallowed up by her husband's family for the sake of her children.
The Fourteen States have been the only dominant company for too long. If a more powerful perfume shop comes along, not only making perfumes but also selling foreign goods...
The fourteen states compete with foreign races and can also draw some attention.
In addition, something else is needed that the Fourteen States do not have, which can clear up the speculation that the Fourteen States are related to foreign shops.
By then, all the silver in Daliang and the silver in foreign races... will be hers!
She won’t become the richest person in Daliang by relying on the fragrance dew, right?
Whenever she thought of this, Zhao Fangyu seemed to see boxes of silver placed in front of her, waving at her.
Putting aside the unrealistic fantasies in his mind, Zhao Fangyu looked at the list again.
There is no problem with the plan, but we will need to wait for Zhou Qinghe's people to return from Nanzhao and make adjustments based on the results.
If the national situation is stable, this plan will be highly feasible.
At that time, she can give Zhou Qinghe 10% of the profit, which can be regarded as his security fee.
When it comes to money, Zhao Fangyu is very clear about the calculations.
Her money is her money. Zhou Qinghe has his own salary and his own family background. There are no dirty people in Prince He's Mansion. It is more than enough to support two masters and dozens or hundreds of servants.
When she makes money in the future, she will use the money to make more money. Zhou Qinghe is a good person, and Zhao Fangyu doesn't mind taking him to make money.
Zhao Fangyu was getting happier the more he thought about it, so he found the soap he had recently bought at the market. Chun Shao stood by, ready to take his orders.
Daliang already had a crude version of soap.
Originally, soap was a luxury item only used by the nobility, and ordinary people mostly used bath beans. Later, when life became better and pig pancreas was no longer a rare item, pig pancreas soap gradually appeared in the market.
The piece of pig pancreas soap in Zhao Fangyu's hand is more delicate, whiter and more beautiful than ordinary pig pancreas soaps.
Generally, pig pancreas soaps are also added with spices and small items. This was originally the inspiration for the flower candles spread from the fourteen states to the small vendors outside.
However, the one in Zhao Fangyu's hand was made more delicately. The pig pancreas was pounded into smaller pieces, and after grinding and sifting, the pig pancreas soap was more delicate and white. A little bit of milk was added, and it tasted like mutton fat when placed under the sun.
Flower petals and essential oils are added to create modern mooncakes shaped like fresh flowers.
Zhao Fangyu looked at the pig pancreas soap again and again, and confirmed that it was usable. Then he turned to Chunshao and said, "Wrap it with the patterned oil paper that was prepared earlier, pad it with a silk handkerchief, and finally put it in a small wooden box."
Chunshao nodded, her eyes revealing unconcealable joy.
"All these things are stored in Quanzhou. Don't move them for now. Make as many as you can."
Daliang has only become weak in recent years. In ancient times, information was isolated, and the fresh flower soap that had just become popular in Daliang was a rarity for the surrounding small vassal states.
Moreover, these subordinate small countries naturally have a kind of worship for Daliang. As long as the flower soap can penetrate into the inner circle of the nobility, the upper and lower levels will follow suit. At that time, this piece of pig pancreas soap alone can be used to exchange for good things from other places...
Foreign local rituals have always been in great demand.
It is only a matter of time before Xiaoguo sells the soap. There is no need to worry. If someone really gets ahead of her and buys the flower soap from her, it does not matter. The cost of this thing is not high. If you change the skin and put it in the Fourteen States, there will be plenty of pretty girls willing to buy it.
Zhao Fangyu is full of business acumen, while Zhou Qinghe is doing the work of the mistress of the house.
He opened the letters sent to the concierge one by one and screened them.
Zhou Qinghe's hands were very beautiful, with distinct joints. A thin layer of cold white flesh wrapped around his slender hands. After just sweeping the snow, his knuckles were still a beautiful pink.
There is an indescribable beauty in it falling on the dark red invitation with gold sprinkled on it.
Zhao Fangyu decided on the sales channel for pig pancreas soap, walked to the other side of Zhou Qinghe and sat down to look at the dozen invitations that Zhou Qinghe had screened.
The eldest princess, who I met at the coming-of-age banquet, and my elder sister, Yang Xiaofei, also sent invitations.
"After the Lantern Festival, the princess will hold a plum blossom and snow banquet. You are the new bride, so you have to go."
"The rest is nothing. It doesn't matter whether you go or not. If you go, you'll probably just watch the fun and laugh at the jokes."
Zhou Qinghe tapped his fingertips on Yang Xiaofei's post. Looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting on it, he suddenly sneered.
"She has been sending people to keep an eye on the Fourteen States."