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Chapter 103 My wife is in charge
The presentation lasted until the afternoon. After lunch in the middle, everyone in the hall returned to their respective positions.
The autumn sun was slanting fast, and when it was Shen's time, the light was no longer hot, and the meeting was held for several hours, and the meeting hall was extremely dull.
As soon as Yan Xi changed his style of listening more and talking less in the morning, he asked at the beginning: "There are 200,000 soldiers in the Snow Treading Army, and they need 1.4 million shi of grain a year, but most of the grain-producing areas in Da Jing have twoSeasonal food, the army rations for the Snow-Treading Army until the end of the year have been sent out, and there are 700,000 shi of grain in stock that can be managed until next summer, and the Beiyuan grain line still has 1.4 million shi of grain in storage, why?"
Using three seasons of food to raise 200,000 snow troopers, the thought behind this makes people dare not think deeply.
Zhao Feng, the shopkeeper of the Anbu Grain Store, replied with a normal expression: "The Snow-Treading Army was frightened of hunger a few years ago, and the third master kept a close eye on the grain. He asked for one season, stored one season, and prepared another season, so as to be safe. All businesses in AnbuThe profits are all used to stockpile food."
This amount has already surpassed Da Jing's grain stockpile, and the Snow Troopers have a year and a half of grain stock... almost anywhere it wants to go.
Several shopkeepers in Anbu looked complacent, especially the shopkeepers of grain stores and money piles sitting in the front row.
Yan Xi looked at them, flashing many thoughts in his mind.Song Beiming's food can already supply half of Da Jing's people's livelihood and military, and the Snow-Treading Army is the most powerful army in Da Jing.
Rebellion is enough.
At the moment when this thought took shape, Yan Xi's heart jumped with fright, it was so dangerous and so lucky.
Suddenly Song Beiming's affection became real, standing in front of him like a majestic palace - Song Beiming said that he would surrender to him forever, not just talking, Song Beiming really used his standing strength to kneel in front of him.
Yan Xi's heart trembled, and his emotions surrounded him, burning him again, the word "Ming" on his collarbone seemed to be gently bitten by familiar lips.
As a prince, he has long been surrounded by Song Beiming. If he doesn't hand himself over to Song Beiming, he will fall into Song Beiming's ambush.
The crown prince, without Song Beiming's nod, it is impossible for him to sit safely until now, and it is wishful thinking to successfully ascend the throne.
If Song Beiming is not satisfied with the person in that position, he can replace it with anyone he likes, including himself.
That's why, long before the rule of the four surnames, when the great prince Yan Zhao was desperate, he begged Song Beiming to save him.
Really only Song Beiming can save him.
This kind of cognition, which Yan Xi had faintly before, has surfaced to the level at this time, and it has become thrilling.
People in Anbu all have an attitude of high self-esteem, which is the confidence given by real money and real knives and guns.
The strength of Anbu is higher than that of Heqing, but Yan Xi did not give up control in this imbalance. He sat upright, his eyes flashed brightly, and asked again: "Where are the granaries?"
Zhao Feng, the shopkeeper of the grain store, did not know the situation of the granary. Song Beiming divided the people who did business, those who transported grain, and those who managed the warehouse into three groups, and they were not allowed to interfere with each other.This is to prevent the food from being controlled by someone in a certain link.Song Beiming firmly held the grain in his own hands through partition and rule.
Zhao Feng looked at Zi Yuan.
"Master, please come down." Zi Yuan looked at Zhao Feng with a cold admonishment, Zhao Feng lowered her head in her gaze, she took it and said, "The granaries are mainly distributed in the south of Beiyuan.Going deep into the hinterland of the fiefdom can prevent the imperial court from investigating, and secondly, it will not be easily robbed."
No matter how many details there are, can't go into details in public.When she clicked, Yan Xi understood immediately, without further questioning.
Yan Xi turned to Han Yuqin: "How much food does Heqing have in store?"
Han Yuqin said: "We have 100,000 shi of grain stored in the western region, and 100,000 shi in the outskirts of Jingdu."
This amount was snatched from Anbu's teeth in the business field. Yan Xi thought it was quite a lot before, but looking at it now, the comparison between the two is simply pale into insignificance by comparison.
Yan Xi tapped her finger, and then asked Shen Qian: "What's Mo Di's Wu's Grain Company saying recently?"
Shen Qian replied: "They sent someone to visit our 50,000 shi granary, and they were very satisfied. As the master expected, they said they want to expand their business and want to buy 400,000 shi of grain."
Yan Xi said: "Modi's army claims to have 200,000 soldiers and horses, and it consumes 120,000 shi of grain a month. He opened his mouth to buy 400,000 shi of grain, which is about three months. Three months is only enough for them to lastAt the end of the year, there are still three months left before the harvest of spring grain. Calculated in this way, there are at least 400,000 shi of grain in the territory of Modi. Mo Di needs 800,000 shi of grain in half a year.increasing."
After Yan Xi finished speaking, she looked at everyone, her gaze began to become cold.
The shopkeepers are in business, so they don't know much about the war, but they are proficient in the operation of grain and grass. Someone guessed some, Zhao Feng was startled by the vague understanding, and he caught his breath in Yan Xi's eyes, carefully probing: "The master wants to collect the grain in Mo Di?"
Yan Xi's eyes fell on Zhao Feng, his chill was like snow in early spring, which melted under the sun and turned into colorful branches, which made him look gentle and gorgeous, and he didn't seem to be dangerous, he said:"The food in the territory is composed of military rations and civilian rations. The civilian rations are stored at home and in the food store. We bought all the commercial rations in Modi's grain store, and the royal court in Mo Di had to use military rations to support the civilian rations."
Zhao Feng was calming down his panic, and said: "But the food court is watching, and the Mo Di royal court will not let the merchants sell out the grain."
"Mo Di advocates force. Their imperial court is composed of military generals and relatives. Their control over the local area is looser than that of Dajing. There are few civil officials and even fewer officials who can settle accounts. But their businessmen have been doing business with Da Jing for many years, and they are very satisfied.Shrewd, he has the keen sense of the market that a businessman should have. As long as there is profit, the businessman will smell the smell of copper and act." Yan Xi's eyes seemed to be full of spring and romance, but he seemed very pure when he said such utilitarian wordsShan, "We can make them short of money first."
Heqing's people have followed Yan Xi for a long time, knowing that Yan Xi's moodiness is more difficult to argue with, the more frightening he is, they are all worried.
However, the shopkeepers of Anbu are still testing Yanxi's authority, the people of He Qinghao can't help but feel unhappy, Shen Qian looks at him coldly, and Han Yuqin no longer gives him good looks.
The people in Anbu fell into a certain kind of confusion, and they began to lose sight of the attitude of the new master, like a cotton flower, which looks friendly and easy to talk, but in fact may have a needle hidden in the cotton.
They are keen businessmen, and they faintly realize that this new master may be far beyond their imagination.
Han Yuqin is proficient in the way of money exchange, she realized something, she tilted her head and said to Yan Xi: "Master, the bank can do something."
Yan Xi nodded: "The bank has set a high interest rate for cash collection, which can only be withdrawn after half a year. If you breach the contract and withdraw in advance, you will have to pay double the interest."
Han Yuqin is very good at arithmetic. When she heard it, her eyes lit up, and she followed Yan Xi's encouraging eyes and said: "The common people and businesses will definitely rush to save money. When there is not enough money in Mo Di's market, they willReluctant to exchange double interest for money, they will think of other ways to get money. Then we will collect grain at a high price, and the interest will be several percent. Under this temptation, they will sell the stored grain."
Yan Xi looked at her with a smile.
Han Yuqin's heart beat faster, and said: "In this way, Mo Di thinks he has earned two ends of the money, but in fact Modi's grain market and money market are all empty."
"The interior is empty, and the external war is also chaotic." Yan Xi said coldly, "Evacuate the interior of Mo Di, and we will win half of this battle."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Zheng Man, the treasurer of the money pile in Anbu, did not show any joy. He had calculated the money to be used at first, and his complexion was not very good., don't understand why war should be confused with business.
Zheng Man was still weighing Yan Xi in his heart. He saw that Yanxi's face was like a lotus, and his figure was thin. He didn't seem to be threatening. He also thought that Yan Xi was a man after all, and he might not be able to become the head of the Beiyuan Palace in the end.
The treasurer of Qianpian is the leader of the Anbu, and Zheng Man was promoted by Song Beiming, and it is his loyalty to protect the silver, so he whispered: "The market price of a stone of grain is one tael of silver. Now that there is a war, the price of grain is rising.Two silvers can buy one stone of grain, plus the high price of harvesting grain, 400,000 stones of grain will cost at least one million taels of silver. In addition, the money for cash cash at high interest rates must be calculated according to the local economic strength, which is hard to say, if we calculate according to the counties that our Da Jing has returned to, the cash circulating in the market of a county will be seven to eight million taels. After this matter is done, ten million silver will not be able to beat it. This is only three monthsAs time goes by, the owner of the smashed silver will cost tens of millions of taels, and we only have 10 million taels of cash in hand, and this money has to be used by the Treading Snow Army first, and I am afraid that it will not be able to bear it."
The atmosphere in the hall gradually turned to subtle confrontation, and the minds of the Anbu shopkeepers were hidden under the obedient appearance.
Shen Qian and Han Yuqin wanted to say something, seeing that Yan Xi's face was normal, they didn't dare to pass him and speak first.
Zi Yuan stared at these former subordinates, but under the pressure of ten million taels of silver, these people avoided Zi Yuan's warning gaze.
Yan Xi's eyes were cold, and frost was forming in the afternoon light, but his tone was still so peaceful: "Anbu's money pile can leave four million taels of cash for the snow troopers, and six million taels will be paid out.Heqing took out 4 million taels of silver, and the first installment of 10 million taels of silver can do it."
Shen Qian and Han Yuqin are now bowing their heads to Yan Xi and should immediately claim it.
When the Anbu people heard that Heqing had four million taels of silver, they raised their heads in shock. Shen Qian and Han Yuqin looked at them coldly.
Between each other, the harmony when they met turned into mutual wariness.
The shopkeepers of Anbu are still hesitating, if they can't get back 10 million, it will affect the foundation of Anbu's business.
"When money cannot buy life-saving grain, the price of silver itself will also drop. As long as this plan works out, we can resell the grain, not only can we get back the principal, but also the interest." Yan Xi's eyes shimmered.Said, "Silver can also fight wars, as long as it is used properly."
Silver grain war.
Zheng Man, the treasurer of the money pile, still didn't dare to nod. He had never heard of such a way, and it was simply a fantasy to him.He couldn't do what the Lord agreed to. The keys to the treasury and account room were in Yan Xi's hands.
However, he didn't think that Yan Xi could be the master.
This person's surname is not Song, nor is he from the Song family.Even the Song family, not everyone counts what they say.
He only recognized Song Beiming.
But Zheng Man will not be so stupid as to refute Yan Xi face to face, he has a loyal and honest face, which makes his words a little more believable, he said: "Master, this account has to be carefully calculated, how aboutLet us go back and figure out the details, and then report it?"
Yan Xi looked at these Anbu shopkeepers warmly, but did not answer.
He lightly tapped the teacup, and Zi Yuan sent someone to watch the tea.
The tea was fragrant in the meeting hall, everyone had tea before their desks, but no one dared to use it seriously.
Yan Xi was holding the teacup, as if he had forgotten the discussion just now, and only concentrated on drinking tea.
The room was oppressively quiet.
Yu Fei'er was good at dancing in the entertainment venue, but Anbu was her God of Wealth, the shopkeeper of Anbu didn't make a statement, and Gebu had no say in this matter, so she couldn't speak at all.
But she knew she had to do something, so that the person on Song Beiming's heart would be left alone, and he didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
So she bit the bullet and coughed lightly.
Yan Xi heard the movement and turned her attention away.
He doesn't care about Yu Fei'er's subtle attitude towards him, but he doesn't despise her either. A woman who can make a name for herself in the skin and flesh business dominated by men in Goulan is already impressive enough.
Yan Xi closed the lid of the cup and was about to speak when he heard the neighing of a horse.
Beifeng Jingxue is the king of horses, its neighing sound seemed to declare its territory, and the sound of Song Beiming's footsteps soon resounded in the corridor.
The shopkeepers of Anbu and Gebu felt inexplicably flustered when they heard Song Beiming's oppressive footsteps.
When Yan Xi heard the sound of the north wind startling the snow, she gently held the teacup.
He glanced at the sun, Shen Shizheng, Song Beiming will be here now, presumably he rushed back after finishing everything in a hurry, without even taking a breather.
Song Beiming unbuttoned his armor outside the door, and the sound of iron plates colliding entered Yan Xi's ears.
Fang Xun took the armor and retreated with Du Yue to the backyard next door, where there was a wing for them to stay.
Song Beiming is tall, and when he enters the door, he has to lift the curtain that has been rolled up to half height. When he comes in, the light and shadow in the hall will shake, and the chilling momentum will have the fragrance of grass and the rusty sweetness of iron armor.
As soon as he came in, he seemed to occupy the small meeting hall, and his eyes caught Yan Xi precisely.
Yan Xi seemed to know that he was coming only now, she glanced sideways, and the rippling light in her eyes was easy to handle.
The eyes of the two separated immediately.
Inside are all obvious meanings that are still unfinished.
The courtroom is full of subordinates whose status is in their hands. They are the masters, they can be at ease, and they don't have to sit upright like they are in the officialdom.
However, they didn't act beyond the rules, and just a look made everyone in the room bow their heads in embarrassment.
When Yan Xi put down the cup, Song Beiming sat down beside him in a big way, took his leftover half cup of tea, and drank it down.
Yan Xi looked sideways at the rolling Adam's apple, pursed her lips lightly, and turned her gaze back.
Song Beiming's sense of existence was so strong, the strong smell of sweat surrounded Yan Xi, and the smell of dryness enveloped him.
Yan Xi added an outer shirt today, the coldness of early winter in August already, he still looks thin in this way.
The chill at that moment last night was fleeting, and it seemed that the chill was not continuous, Rong regained the initiative after that.It's just that the effect of Rong's medicine is weakening, and the dryness is not so strong. Even though Yan Xi still wears less clothes than ordinary people, she has to add clothes in time.
Now that "dryness" has come, every part of Yan Xi's body is as comfortable as rain after a long drought, and the dryness and chill have quietly dissipated.
Ku Rong blended secretly between the two, and the meeting after separation made the restlessness of the body difficult to suppress.
Song Beiming saw that Yan Xi was wearing thin clothes, so he held Yan Xi's hand under the case, but fortunately, his hand was hot.
Yan Xi was held by Song Beiming, when Song Beiming entangled his fingers, the corners of his eyes turned red.
Seeing the red beauty, Song Beiming chuckled lightly, as if he had just noticed the people in the room, and said, "Go ahead, I'm here to accompany Wei Yu."
Yan Xi didn't speak, and no one dared to start a conversation.
Especially the shopkeepers of the Anbu, they sensed something from Song Beiming's expression when he entered the door, and they all shrunk their heads, feeling extremely anxious.
Amid everyone's trepidation, Zi Yuan briefly recounted what had just been discussed.
Song Beiming's face became darker the more he heard it, his eyes were sharp as knives, and he swept the faces of the Anbu shopkeepers one by one.
Zhao Feng and Zheng Man were sweating like they were facing a big enemy, feeling that something was wrong.
Zi Yuan asked in a low voice: "Third Master, what do you want to order?"
Song Beiming's calloused fingertips slid across Yanxi's palm, Song Beiming's body temperature was hotter than Rong's, and Yan Xi was so hot that he was not depressed just now, he swallowed softly, trying to maintain his lovely appearance.
Song Beiming withdrew his eye-catching gaze, and his ignorance made his subordinates even more terrified.
He was answering Zi Yuan, but his eyes were on Yan Xi, and he said: "Which one of the matters you discussed, I am qualified to order? Now my wife Wei Yu is in charge of the family. I have to ask him for my drink money,Where can I be the owner of ten million taels of silver?"
"I won't give you money for the drink." Yan Xi felt Song Beiming's eyes slipping in through the gap in the front to touch the tattoo, his slender neck had nowhere to escape, and he said dryly, "I won't give you food either."
Song Beiming begged for mercy, "Who made my wife unhappy?"
Yan Xi glanced at him and said, "You."
Song Beiming wrapped Yan Xi's hand completely under the case: "I was wrong, I shouldn't ask for money to drink."
"Yes." Yan Xi's fingers were slightly wet, it was the sweat from Song Beiming's rush, he was hot from the sweat, he tried his best to make his trembling voice appear calm and gentle in front of his subordinates, "Knowing mistakes can be corrected, there is nothing good about it."
They didn't mention money in a single word, and they didn't say another word with Anbu. In this viscous conversation, the matter was settled in a few words.
Song Beiming's refusal to comment on Anbu is the most severe criticism.
He only asked about Yan Xi's arrangements, and he was completely declaring Yan Xi's status as the head of the family.
It's all up to Yan Xi to decide.
And Yan Xi didn't mention the previous friction, not only showing mercy to Anbu, but also a gesture of superiority.
He doesn't need to ask anyone, as for the opinions of his subordinates, he can accept them or skip them directly.
The shopkeepers of Anbu were hit by a thunderbolt in the hall, and they looked at each other pale.
They know they are wrong, and they are wrong.Yan Xi really has the power to speak in the palace, and does not need to ask Song Beiming to use Anbu's business and money.
As long as the new master is not happy, he can get rid of them with one word.
When Yan Xi and Song Beiming looked at each other, they gave them a look. The shopkeepers of Anbu froze in place, sweating from fright, and lowered their heads to the ground in shame..
They didn't fall after all, because Yan Xi's last sentence expressed the meaning of not pursuing it.
At the same time, that sentence also gave them a clear instruction-knowing the mistakes can correct them, and there is nothing good about them.
The shopkeepers in Anbu began to rack their brains to think about how to redeem their sins.
The silver grain war is imperative.