This guest's surname is Lin, but he is not his own family. He also needs good weather and weather on the way to do business, and it is not about farming to pay attention to it.

The autumn rains flooded, and Nanxing Royal City was not affected, but the ships on the water could not be shipped out, so the days when Boss Lin brought goods home were postponed.

Rainwater can easily accumulate goods, or make goods scarce and unable to be transported in, causing the price of individual goods to soar. This is not uncommon. Boss Lin is particularly embarrassed and has something to do with him being a foreigner. He has no business locally and has no debts that can be collected.

It also has something to do with the goods he transports.

Some goods are rushing for time. The price of jewelry is the price of one day earlier and the price of vegetables is the price of one day later. This does not exist for Boss Lin’s goods.

However, his goods were not particularly popular, so they were stranded in the Nanxing Royal City. For those who passed by without a fixed source of customers, the goods of several large ships could not be sold in scattered manner. He said he wanted to jump into the river.

He begged bitterly: "It is said that Mrs. Bo is very handsome, please help me."

Mrs. Chengpingbo listened happily. This kind of good mood of being asked for help is sometimes better than in the clouds.

A few months ago, she was helplessly worried about being sold by her brother and sister-in-law, and she could help others a few months later. Although Mrs. Chengpingbo did not agree at once, she made a disguised promise to find a way for Boss Lin.

Mrs. Chengpingbo even ignored the two people who came together. They heard that they introduced themselves, one of whom was Qiu and the other was Wen, and they didn't ask anything else.

After the guest left, she refused to go back to the room, but she felt sorry for the girl and asked the person she followed to go back to the room to sleep. She did not cause any trouble. She circled around the corridor outside the bedroom, and encountered a disaster, and at most she was attacked by wind and rain.

She touched the corridor column and looked up at the black carved railings above, as if she was touching the corridor connecting the rooms of the Chamber of Commerce, and she was looking at her expectations.

Wen Tingyu saw it correctly. Mrs. Chengpingbo was not afraid of others seeing it. She did not hesitate to repair the house for the three-day chamber of commerce, and wanted to keep the chamber of commerce again and again.

She likes to dance around the houses, and she never discriminates against singers and musicians. I don’t know if there are any grocery stores in the Three Lessons, and my status will definitely not be high. This background has caused Mrs. Chengpingbo to accept people who sell laughter, and the identity brought by her husband’s family can also make suggestions to His Highness.

What else does she not believe in herself?

She can do it, of course she can do it.

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On the street outside Chengping Bo Mansion, Boss Lin excitedly thanked Wen Tingyu and Boss Qiu: "Thank you for your advice. I would have a way out if I had known that there would be a way out for complaining in the inn. I should have cursed it yesterday."

Wen Tingyu was laughing, half joking and half sarcastic: "We cursed yesterday, but we didn't pass by, so it would be useless to scold."

"Yes, yes," Boss Lin bowed repeatedly: "My man is right, this is God's eyes open."

The three people separated, and Boss Qiu was Wen Tingyu who specially found a witness to accompany Boss Lin to "acquaint" with him. Seeing that it was late at night, he also left.

Wen Tingyu held a blue oil-paper umbrella and walked alone in the rain. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more funny.

Where did God come from? It was His Highness King Lu who asked me, Wen, to open my eyes to you.

This old man is not young anymore, but his status is very good.

Half a month ago, he rushed to see King Lu, and came back to the royal city. If it were other old men, they might have rested for several days. When drinking tonics, he was soaked in the rain and continued to catch the next meeting.

It is clear who to meet below. When Wen Tingyu met King Lu when he saw King Lu, it was not the proof of the 10,000 carts of ramie that was suspected. The slightest and darkness of the King Lu Mansion were all spoken by the officials.

The people who were following the stalker had not yet returned, and even if they went back, they had not seen the prohibited items with their own eyes. All they saw was the arrival of the escort of the goods from the army. There was almost no evidence about King Liang Ren of Jin, and the suspicion of Chengping Bo Mansion doubled.

"The earl's widow earns money to get the money. Is this family crazy?" King Lu thought for a moment and said, "Old Wen, you have to go. Expose who she relies on in her beauty skin, and cooperate with the imperial edict to take down the King of Jin. Before the end of the year, my memorial to impeach King of Jin will be presented to Beijing."

He took out a piece of paper and put it in front of Wen Tingyu, which said "Several copper, salt, and several palace weapons". Wen Tingyu understood and raised his sleeves and bowed deeply: "Please rest assured that I will send these to the King of Jin."

There is no easier place to tamper with than at the second chamber of commerce in Chengping Bo Mansion. Wen Tingyu now feels at ease to meet Censor Zhang Huiqing. King Lu regards Censor Zhang as his own person in just a short time and introduces him to his own person.

It was agreed that Zhang Huiqing would not stay in the Inn, otherwise it would be inconvenient for the antique shopkeeper to enter and exit.

Wen Tingyu should go to the inn. He is not unfamiliar with the road to Nanxing. It is no problem to find an inn. However, Chengping Bo Mansion is in the inner city. You can see the lantern light in the high pavilion of the King of Jin when you leave her house. Wen Tingyu's eyes showed fanaticism, and he stepped on the rain toward the King of Jin's mansion.

The cold autumn rain wet the corners of his clothes, but what could not be wet was the burning heat that added fuel to the fire as the distance shortened.

His eyes raised and he turned to the eaves of the King of Jin's mansion that were exposed to the wind and sun.

As the royal palace, the gorgeous construction of the Jin royal palace is based on specifications. With Liang Ren's prudence, it is impossible to have one more tiles, and it is impossible to have one more pattern on the tiles. The most reliable thing is that the old Hong royal palace, which was a few generations, can be renovated.

The bricks and stones on the walls should be washed, the brush should be brushed, and the damaged areas should be repaired separately, which saves money and trouble.

A few bricks with patterns were pressed against the eaves, and it was impossible to see them on this rainy night, unless they were people who had known here for a long time, such as Wen Zhanggull.

He bathed in the beauty of the "former and former dynasty" tiles from the dark eaves. All antiques have such a fanatical catalytic effect on the antique shopkeepers.

"It's so good."

Wen Tingyu stared at him tightly. The lightness he had just arrived, but now he was as stagnant as a patient, and he refused to move a step away.

When the King of Jin collapsed, he would like to have nothing else, just these few tiles.

The price of antiques is available. White jade is popular this year, and calligraphy and paintings may be hyped next year. Tile tile is not one of the most expensive antiques, which is Wen Tingyu’s personal preference.

He doesn't lack money, but he just lacks what he loves.

These pieces of tiles with certain damage were Yan Ruyu from Wen Tingyu and the Golden House, and he was willing to go crazy about it.

The source of tiles and soil is removed, and the fired caves, craftsmen, and Wen Tingyu are also well-known.

The sound of powerful boots came out, and the patrol team passed by here, and Wen Tingyu took refuge. Then he realized that it was close to the hour of the curfew, so he left himself a very short time to rush to the inn where Yushi Zhang stayed.

He muttered, "Just sleep in that inn, but I can't come back."

People with abundant money do not have to go back to the original inn’s troubles, and Wen Tingyu is another trouble.

The hour he was stepping on was just right. He walked into the inn before his feet. The curfew bell rang out from behind. The big bell on the palace pavilion rang throughout the royal city, reminding everyone not to go out until the fifth day of dawn.

Wen Tingyu faced the shopkeeper's big eyes in the sound of the bell, and his small eyes were emitting distrust in his small but shiny eyes: "Isn't this person?"

The shopkeeper was kind and rich, and he opened his big eyes with aggrieved: "Customer, you have found the wrong store, the small shop has high music, no guest surnamed Zhang has ever checked in since this morning."

After listening to it, Wen Tingyu really quit the inn and looked at the sign above. The shopkeeper grabbed him with angrily: "You can't walk. You can't catch the people walking around on the street, but there is no good fruit. You can just go in the small shop for one night."

At first glance, the guest was not short of money. He had a white jade prefixed with a pendant around his waist. The weather was about to blow north wind, but he was holding a fan in his hand. He planned to go to the warmth room and came out of the warmth room before he made this statement.

The shopkeeper could smell the fragrance on the fan, and the customer used it to smell the fragrance, but this did not prevent the shopkeeper from listening to the rain in his heart.

Oh, he also has an oil-paper umbrella, which is also exquisite and expensive.

I will never let him go tonight.

Wen Tingyu was in the shopkeeper's big hand, and he used his face to follow Qiuyu, and imprinted the big word "Gaoji" on the signboard in his eyes. He came in blankly, took the way to pay the money, and was sent to the room by the waiter.

He sat there for a long time.

The Chamber of Commerce will be held at any time. If Zhang Huiqing is not there, how can the subsequent drama be performed?

Until he woke up, he was extremely angry. These greedy officials were not enough to do anything. Let’s see how fast King Liang Ren of Jin was preparing. He handed over the Sifang Chamber of Commerce to Mrs. Chengpingbo in one night, and invited wealthy businessmen during the day.

Without the Secretary Zhang, I would do it myself. However, there was originally a pavilion of white marble, which was carved by craftsmen for two hundred years. The Wen family collected a lot of the craftsmen's craftsmanship. Although the pavilion was still incomplete, the layout of the set of items was increased, and he wanted this.

When Wen Tingyu fell asleep, he no longer expected Zhang Huiqing to arrive tomorrow and not come later.

He had a intuition that he couldn't count on.

In fact, it is, too.

.....

In the dark corner, as time passed, Zhang Huiqing's fear continued to rise. All kinds of dark rumors about the inspector's censor took turns to occupy his mind and sang big dramas. The bloody ending made him unable to close his eyes when he was tired, even if he knew to calm down first, maintain his strength, and then think about solving the troubles he was facing.

A His Highness.

These words are like heavy hammers that open the mountain, hitting him crazyly at the stupid head that was locked in before he was locked up

King Lu is His Highness, and King Jin is so. Why does he think that King Lu is the wise ruler? King Liang Ren of Jin is a merciful fool.

He punched himself with his fists, "Dongdong" sounded. Now he hated that he might be too late. He didn't even know where he was locked up, but maybe it wasn't too late. He was the imperial official, so Cai Qian should rescue him...

"Dongdong".

Zhang Huiqing beat himself again. If the pig-headed alcoholic is not drunk, he will be lucky. Whether his scarlet wine eyes can recognize him or not, and that his wine head can be remembered is the same.

He was so stupid. He was provoking His Highness and even fantasizing that a drunkard would rescue him.

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It’s good to grow your own vegetables, pick and stir-fry them in the vegetable garden, thank you.
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