Chapter 78 Section five

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month in the sixth year of Kaiyuan, Jiulang came to Kaiyuanji early. Early this morning, the Ministry of Zhongshu issued an edict, in order to stabilize the turbulent Chang'an market due to the prohibition of evil money, the emperor asked the emperor to pay 20,000 yuan from the Taifu to buy items that the common people have backlogged and that can be used by officials at a fair price, and encourage officials to advance Borrow official salaries to promote business prosperity again. Kuro had been preparing for today's edict a few months ago, so that he could sell a large amount of wood he had hoarded at a low price before winter to the commander at a low price, and sell the raw cowhide necessary for making armor to the general. The Military Weapons Supervisor, and the thousands of horses and horses piled up outside the city will also be sold at the AMTD Bureau for a good price.

Jiulang has never lacked anything since he was born. However, when he grew up, he realized that Zhong Ming Ding Shi made him lack many things. The most important thing is that he has no sense of success.Doing business in Dongshi gave him great satisfaction, and he had a talent for it. Who can judge early that the emperor will ban evil money?No relationship, no tricks, just cleverness?Looking at the two cities of Chang'an, I am the only one, and this is talent, and Jiulang thinks highly of himself. Every morning, unlike other Persian mansions, this place seems to be the official government office of the three central provinces. Hu merchants in the store come to ask Jiulang for instructions with their account books, just like officials holding slips into the cabinet.Jiulang sat on the Hu bed and gave instructions in his hands. All the Hu merchants bowed their heads and listened to each other, and complimented Jiulang's decision from time to time, which made Jiulang feel like sitting in a cloud without losing his sobriety.

happy! Lin Songzhi came, still wearing the old cotton jacket from yesterday, and carrying a huge cooked cowhide money bag in his hand.Seeing his face, Jiulang knew that something was wrong.He waved to Lin Songzhi and said, "Please wait for a moment." He didn't want to lose face in front of all the Hu merchants, these people were too important to him.But he also couldn't figure out why he wanted to hold Lin Songzhi in such a way, especially with his "poor problem". After finishing the official business, only Jiulang and Lin Songzhi were left in the room.Jiulang sat down beside Lin Songzhi with a smile on his face, but he was worried in his heart.

"What does this mean?" Lin Songzhi kicked the money pocket on the ground, his tone stiff. "You said yesterday that we are friends." Jiulang decided to reason with Lin Songzhi. "Friends have the friendship of making money, and besides, this is just a bonus you paid in advance, or wages." "Hold me modestly, Jiulang." Lin Songzhi is a stubborn pauper. "I want to treat you as a friend, but you do not treat me as a friend. Friends are not bought with money." "There are many ways to make friends. You come to help me, and I help you with money. Isn't this a normal relationship?" Jiulang felt that he was very reasonable, but Lin Songzhi's head was not clear.

"There is nothing I can do to help you." Lin Songzhi really felt a certain kind of humiliation, and at the same time was ashamed of his poverty and powerlessness. "You pay such a large amount of wages, but I don't have such great skills, so I feel insulted." "That's because you're a brainless bastard." Jiulang suddenly became angry, his pink face flushed, and his voice became high-pitched and sharp. "You've been at odds with me since the day I found you. Who do you think you are? I'd have to get on the ground and beg you. Don't take your poor bones for your life, I don't believe in that. Let me ask you, if I have nothing now, and I am dying of cold, would you give me your old cotton jacket?"

"If there's anything you don't want, of course I'll give it to you." "Then you are a contemptuous bastard with a cotton jacket! Do you look down on me because I am cold? I am cold but I have a backbone..." Although Jiulang's remarks were a bit sophistry, they did touch Lin Songzhi. "Come here." Jiulang called after taking a fox fur cloak and putting it on. "Give him this bag of money and send it home. If he doesn't want it, he will dump it on the street to beggars." Lin Songzhi finally stood up from the bed and said, "Okay, I'll take the money, let's go now."

"What are you doing?" "Work to pay off the debt." The two laughed and walked out of Kaiyuanji. More than a dozen neighborhoods in the southern city of Chang'an, including Tonggui, Guiyi, and Chang'an, are slums, where poorer people than Lin Songzhi live. A heavy snowfall last night cast an even more tragic atmosphere on this impoverished neighborhood.When Lin Songzhi rode through this area, he felt very uncomfortable.His family lived here before he became a spy of the Jinwu Guard.And if he hadn't met Jiulang, he knew that he would return to this miserable environment soon.

There are only two decent but dilapidated buildings in the entire track workshop.Jiulang's porridge market is set up in one of them - outside the mountain gate of Jungong Temple. Today, there are a lot of people here. "See, that's how my money is spent. Do you think I'm a greedy old man who wants to accumulate money?" Jiulang was in a happy mood and talked a lot. "Jiulang is here." Suddenly everyone yelled, and they knelt down on the ground in unison. "Forget it, get up, I'll send you new cotton clothes later." Jiulang glanced at Lin Song with a smile, and urged his horse into the mountain gate.

There was a large pile of cotton clothes piled up like a mountain inside the mountain gate, Lin Songzhi picked up one and looked at it.These clothes look like new, but they always give Lin Songzhi a half-worn feeling. The poor swarmed up like a group of hungry tigers, and there were hundreds of ferocious-looking men crowded in front. Lin Songzhi knew that these were the most difficult beggars in Beijing.Something was wrong with this matter. He knew that these beggars formed gangs and begged in front of the eastern and western cities and temples and Taoist temples, earning a lot of money every day.They are not poor.

Sure enough, these guys stood in front of the crowd, and quickly squeezed back after taking the cotton coats.The truly poor rarely get this kind of favor from Kuro. Suddenly, Lin Songzhi felt a glare flash, someone was staring at him from afar.This is a skill developed as a spy, but at this time, who else is interested in him except the difficult Jiulang? Lin Songzhi glanced from one side of the crowd to the other, and then back again.Are you dazzled?At this moment, a familiar figure appeared, following behind the crowd, without the anxiety of the poor at all, just peeping at him from behind the crowd.

This man went to the shop with Lao He yesterday.In Chang'an City, one can often see that kind of rich man with ordinary clothes, but he may be extremely rich, but this person is not, there is an evil spirit in this person. Lin Songzhi bypassed the crowd and quietly approached the man.I saw the man's thin face and his eyes lit up, following his line of sight, Jiulang appeared in front of the mountain gate. His target is Kuro!Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, Lin Songzhi knew that the time had come for him to do his duty. Lin Songzhi rode an expensive Turkic horse prepared for him by Jiulang, and he held the rein of the horse with his hands from time to time to prevent this short-distance horse from rushing forward.The man in front was riding a thin and strong Sichuan horse, and was walking northward at a leisurely pace. The matter of donating cotton coats at Jiulang's place has been dispersed, and many of the people traveling with Lin Songzhi are beggars with cotton coats in their arms.Passing through the West Market, the person in front did not intend to stop, but there was one thing that caught Lin Songzhi's attention. In front of a small shop on West Market North Street, a group of beggars crowded there. All the cotton-padded clothes in the village were exchanged for strings of copper coins.A Persian with a goatee stood in front of the door, watching all this with pride. This man was Huber, the steward of Kai Kai Ji. The result of Jiulang's kindness is that this group of Persian Hus colluded to defraud Jiulang of his money.However, this matter is not the most important thing for Lin Songzhi. The most difficult mystery for him to solve right now is - who is Jiulang?Why did the officers and soldiers ignore him when they saw him minting money? The man is gone!Lin Songzhi was so distracted that he lost him.