"Ride a horse and galloping swords and guns, and the thief was shocked when he heard the bow... and defeated the general... he looked down on the battlefield with a stern look on his face... Zheng Gong's name on the battlefield!"

Wang Hanzhi thought for a long time before the lyrics were written. Zheng Zhi could also hear it in a hurry.

Although Zheng Zhiwenmo is not good at it, he has a very tricky vision. After all, the poems that can be included in the text in later generations are masterpieces sung throughout the ages. Most of them are unique in reading, and many are powerful sentences or deep feelings.

Wang Hanzhi held it in for a long time and wrote a poem. He really felt like "forced to say sadness to write new poems", which made Zheng Zhi unable to hear any hearing.

The next few officials naturally spoke up to praise it. Good or bad are free, but flattery is endless.

Zheng Zhi also bowed to thank him. Although the poems were a little bad, this intention was still a must. In the Song Dynasty, there were not many conservative literati who wrote lyrics for those who were in battle. If Zheng Zhi had not been famous and was a civil servant, Wang Hanzhi would have been too lazy to pay more attention to it. Even if he came to save Jiangning, he would have only had a meal of wine and food, and he would have given him some instructions, and there would be no such programs.

Without a moment, Wu Yong came upstairs and sat down to Zheng Zhi again.

Zheng Zhi glanced at Wu Yong, and Wu Yong replied: "My husband, you have already agreed. He will come to the prefect's office to deliver the goods tomorrow."

Zheng Zhi nodded and said, "Tomorrow, I will ask this person to spread the words. We will buy all the cloth and silk that Jiangning Mansion wants to sell."

Wu Yong bowed and replied, "My husband, I have already told that man, and I ask him to spread this to the people around him."

Zheng Zhi looked at Wu Yong and nodded repeatedly. Wu Yong was really good at doing things. Even if Zheng Zhi said, Wu Yong could guess the profound meaning without asking. It was really worry-free to explain things to such a smart person.

When Wu Yong saw Zheng Zhi giving him a complimentary look, he bowed to thank him. He also enjoyed it very much. Smart people need others to recognize their intelligence, which is the greatest sense of accomplishment.

Of course, sometimes this wisdom must be of some degree. Too much display is also a disaster. For example, Yang Xiu of the Three Kingdoms is a precedent.

When Wang Hanzhi's poems were written, Miss Yun was there to play and sing.

After singing, he praised him again. Wang Hanzhi was very helpful. The literary scholars and the strategies of scholars were recognized, and the same was true for them.

Early the next morning, the prefect's office was crowded with people, and Wu Yong was too busy to touch the ground.

At the gate, Wu Yong had a seat, a table, and a few large boxes around him, and there were bright money in the box. Several military men were guarding next to the box.

There are also many yamen who are helping with this. The merchants gather more and more, and the goods are piled up into mountains. They are constantly transporting them into the yamen treasury.

Wu Yong received these merchants one by one, and the merchant named Deng was also helping each other last night. However, the price was getting lower and lower, which made the merchants look worried. Fortunately, the cash was delivered and the money was paid.

These people naturally went home to clean up the details and took their families north to take refuge.

On the contrary, the businessman named Deng seemed to have seen some clues, and he was always by Wu Yong's side to help, and was not in a hurry to go home to pack up his things.

At noon, a little free time, the businessman named Deng asked, "Wu Xuezhai, you have bought so many goods, but have you found a cart to transport it?"

Wu Yong held a pen in his hand and was still recording the quantity of goods today. After hearing the question, he answered casually: "Where are you free and happy at this time, so I will store these things in the yamen's treasury first, and then talk about them later."

The merchant surnamed Deng was shocked, as if he had guessed something, and was also worried about it. Why did the peddler named Wu buy so confidently in large quantities? Is it safe to see Jiangning City? He said, "Juejue Wu, Jiangning may have fallen into the hands of thieves in the blink of an eye. If you buy so many silk cloths, if you make mistakes, you will suffer heavy losses."

The merchant surnamed Deng said this naturally tests Wu Yong. Wu Yong is so sensitive. He looked up at the person and knew what he was asking. He didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and said, "If you don't want to sell it, it doesn't matter if I return your goods to you."

Wu Yong is kind-hearted, and only this person surnamed Deng is a little smart. Now the city is full of goods, but he is not much like this. Today, this person also helps Wu Yong and it is okay to have some benefits for him.

The man was also weighing things in his heart when he heard the words. Some things were in one's eyes. No matter how they weighed, there was also a meaning of gambling. Businessmen were born to value profits. As long as the benefits were large enough, they could also weigh the risks.

The businessman named Deng looked at Wu Yong and slowly thought about it for a moment. He also knew that if there was no harm in Jiangning City, if he stayed in Jiangnan at this time, he would probably make a fortune. He smiled and said, "The villain does not mean this. The villain also has a workshop for dyeing cloth. The scholar has bought so many silk cloths, including a lot of raw cloth, so he naturally needs to dye it. Can this business be done for the villain?"

This man was very active and had a clear meaning of his words. He was preparing to stay, but he still had to make friends with Wu Yong to earn money from dyeing cloth. Not only did he have to earn money from dyeing cloth, but he also had to make a fortune from war with Wu Yong.

Wu Yong thought clearly and smiled and said, "Where is Guanren Deng? Why is his name?"

"The young man was originally from Liyang, Jiangning Prefecture. He has lived in Jiangning City for three generations, and his name is Deng Xian."

"It's good, so you can go and count how much raw cloth is, and hand it over to you to dye it. Carry your goods back and pay you half the wages. Now there are so many goods sold in Jiangning Mansion, so you can make a fortune. It's worth your care today." Wu Yong obviously has a great affection for Deng Xian. When others sell the goods, they hurried home to pack up their things. Deng Xian has been helping Wu Yong to work hard. Even if the favor is like this, the efforts will be rewarded, and sometimes the reward is unexpected.

Deng Xian was overjoyed when he heard the words. He didn't have to sell his goods at a low price, and he could still charge a wage in advance. The wages could be immediately exchanged for low-priced cloth, and the profits could be imagined.

"Thank you for your great kindness in Wu Xuejiao. Do you have any instructions for scholars? The younger ones will definitely go through fire and water without hesitation." Deng Xian was so happy that he could not help but express himself in his heart.

Wu Yong heard the words and said, "I really have something to entrust you to do. All the rich families in Jiangning Mansion are leaving. You should have many friends and servants under you, so they helped me buy pig iron and sulphur, and how much they can be."

"A small matter, villains must do a good job for scholars, even other people's iron pot kitchen knives will be taken away by scholars." Deng Xian said a lot, but it was true. People left their hometown and were about to escape, and they also had to make these iron pot kitchen knives at home. Naturally, they had to exchange all the things that could be exchanged for money for money to take away.

When Wu Yong heard this, he really took this person more and more seriously. In Wu Yong's opinion, Deng Xian was not only smart, but also had vision, and was also reliable in doing things. He said, "It's great, I'll give you some advice. After this chaos, you will go to Suzhou and Xiuzhou (Shanghai) to buy more sea boats, and there will be big deals for you in the future."

Wu Yongzhi was very smart and extraordinary. Although he had no temple strategy, he had a very unique vision in these developments. This was to find a commercial spokesperson for Zheng Zhi in the south, or a helper. Jiangning and Xiuzhou are not far away, and the river is even more close to him. Zheng Zhi built a ship in Cangzhou and would inevitably go on the sea road in the future. If Deng Xian had a fleet, many transactions would be much more convenient in the future.

Zheng Zhi naturally couldn't imagine these things, but Wu Yong was preparing for Zheng Zhi's future.

Deng Xian listened to the words. Although he didn't know what the deep meaning was, he naturally became even more happy when he heard about this big deal. He just met a noble person when he went out and hurriedly said, "The small ones must be done, and they must be done."

"Okay, if you do this, you will be able to have a good future. Let me go and have a meal first." Wu Yong put down his pen and ink, got up and moved his hands and feet, and walked into the yamen.

Of course, there are still people who keep transporting cloth to the yamen, rushing to the top. They are afraid that they will slow down. The buyer will use up all his money and the goods will be left to the thieves.

Deng Xian was overjoyed and quickly got up to follow him. He had never been to Jiangning City for so many years, nor was he qualified to enter the Jiangning Government Office. He had the honor of visiting several other subordinate government offices.

Wu Yong brought Deng Xianjinya, so he naturally wanted to introduce it to Zheng Zhi. Wu Yong did this very appropriately and had a long-term vision, but he also wanted to be recognized by Zheng Zhi.

In the government office, Wang Hanzhi was naturally handling official duties. Zheng Zhi was lying on the floor of the small hall, slowly looking at the seven or eight maps spread on the ground, and comparing them with the memories in his mind one by one. Naturally, he was also preparing for the battle.
Chapter completed!