During dinner, Song Xiance came back with a cigarette pole. It seemed that he had eaten wine, his body was floating and he was staggering when walking.

"Mr. Song is back. Where are you going today?" Xiaohou asked respectfully.

"The flowers of the poplar fall and the plum blossoms are gone, and the five-colored flags come from the north. Taixi, the king of Jinling is gone, and one branch of spring and one color occupy Chang'an." Song Xiance ignored the little monkey and murmured alone.

"Mr. Song, what are you talking about? What is Taixi Jinling King's energy gone, and one branch of spring and one color occupy Chang'an. Isn't this cursing me, the Ming Dynasty, and talking nonsense, be careful of the ears of the wall!" Xiao Monkey reminded.

"The horse jumps to the north palace, and the dog snarls in the west. Eight or nine out of the lunar month is gone. How can this prophecy be false? It has been ten years of Chongzhen this year, and there may be a great disaster in the 17th year of Chongzhen, and the sun and the moon are gone." Song Xiance shook his head and continued.

"What does Mr. Song mean?" Qiu Yue and Qiuxiang couldn't quite understand.

Song Xiance explained through his alcoholic spirit: "Eight and nine counts are gone, what is the eight plus nine?"

"Eight plus nine is seventeen!" Qiuxiang replied.

"The sun and the moon are not shining, how do you read it when the sun and the moon are combined?" Song Xiance continued to ask.

"Sun, moon? Ming! Ah? The seventeenth year, the Ming Dynasty fell?!" Qiuyue was so scared that her face was pale, and the little monkey became anxious. Apart from Song Xiance, the calmest person present was Qin Yiming, because he knew history.

"Young Master is right. Mr. Song is a charlatan. Just predict your personal destiny. Don't talk nonsense about the country of the Ming Dynasty. Be careful of your head." The little monkey cursed, sure that Song Xiance was a charlatan and spoke nonsense.

Qin Yiming was very curious. What Song Xiance said was naturally correct, but it was too magical, so he asked: "Where does Mr. Song's prophecy come from?"

"Haha, the secret of heaven cannot be leaked." Song Xiance made a drink and ordered a pot of dry tobacco and started smoking.

Qin Yiming looked down upon him, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, but the secret of heaven is so messed up by this charlatan. Fortunately, no one believes him."

"Song Shenzhang, we won't consider the things that happened in the past few years, let's talk about what's happening right now."

"What's going on right now?" Song Xiance spitted out smoke rings, his eyes were dull.

"There are so many wandering beggars in the west city of the capital. If this continues, they will starve to death. I am trying to bring them back to De'an Mansion..."

Before Qin Yiming finished speaking, Song Xiance immediately jumped up and opposed: "No, let's not talk about whether these children can reach our De'an Mansion alive. After all, they are still children. Even if they can reach De'an Mansion, they cannot do this. These children will be young men in a few years. There are so many, I am afraid that someone will suspect that Qin Mang, you have a disobedient heart! People can be afraid of words, but people can be afraid of words!"

Qin Yiming nodded. This plan is indeed unrealistic. It is not because he is afraid that others will say he has any disobedient intentions, but because he is mainly because he is worried that these children will not be able to survive so long.

"Mr. I am right, so what I want is to let the families in the capital adopt these children, especially those in Xicheng. Mr. Song seems to have some influence in Xicheng, so I want to ask the people to help me and move the people in Xicheng to adopt these children. What do you think?"

Mr. Song looked embarrassed and said, "Actually, many people want to adopt these children, but..."

"But what?" Qin Yiming didn't understand. Since someone wanted to adopt it, why not adopt it?

Song Xiance continued: "According to the laws and regulations of the Ming Dynasty, any child who is injured and abandoned by disasters can be taken back by parents, and those who are adopted will not be recorded by officials."

"What does it mean?" Qin Yiming was a little confused.

"According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, even if others adopt these abandoned children, their biological parents can claim them at any time, and the government will not be recorded as official status after adopting them. Moreover, these children will leave when they grow up. After all, they have to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, so many people are reluctant to adopt them. After decades of raising them, they will eventually raise their children for others." Song Xiance explained.

This is also reasonable. If the biological parents are still alive, it seems a bit unreasonable to not let their children claim their children back. In order to avoid changing their official status in the future and to save trouble, the government directly stipulates that the adopted children will not record their official status. But what should those children do in this way? No one adopts them and there is no good social security system. Wouldn't these children only wait for death?

"If the government could modify the law, stipulating that once adopted children are adopted, they will not be claimed even if their biological parents appear. The government will record them as official. Will anyone adopt these children?" Qin Yiming looked at Song Xiance and looked forward to Song Xiance's answer. There are at least three or four thousand children waiting for people to adopt and live.

"If that were the case, there would be many people willing to claim it. But how could this decree be changed just by saying it? And if your biological parents don't claim their children, who would agree? It would be unethical!" Song Xiance said.

"What kind of bullshit morality? The biggest morality should be people-oriented!" Qin Yiming looked down upon the so-called morality in Song Xiance's mouth very much. "I think of a way to do this. As long as someone is willing to claim these children at that time, it is worth living one!"

After dinner, Qin Yiming changed his dress, like a businessman, and Xiaohou was dressed in a good manner. They came to the East Street Office, which can be said to be the stock trading market in the Ming Dynasty. Tonight, there was a good show here.

Qin Yiming entered the door, and the servant at the door came forward attentively to ask about his well-being. Last time, the servant named Wang was still looking down on others, but his attitude turned sharply.

"Mr. Qin is here, how about the best Yunwu Tea with Master Qin?"

"Wuyi Mountain Yunwu Tea? Do you have such good tea?" Qin Yiming was very surprised.

"That's right, only the palace and high-ranking officials can drink this tea. Most people may not be able to drink it in their entire lives." The servant was very proud.

"Okay, I'll bring it to me." After that, he took the little monkey to the second floor.

The layout on the second floor is very strange. They are all small private rooms, and there is a sliding door on the side. Each of them is taken to the private rooms and waiting.

"Young Master, this box is full of good sandalwood, and the teapots and cups on this table. Tsk, they are all high-quality products, and I'm afraid they will cost at least a few hundred taels of silver. This is really luxurious." The little monkey went to the second floor for the first time, and looked at the table and the tea sets on it, and was amazed.

"Mr. Qin, your tea has arrived, please use it slowly." The servant diligently changed a pot of tea, lowered his head and bowed, smiled, and looked flattering.

"When will the auction start tonight?" Xiaohou asked.

"It's probably half an hour left. The young master of the Kang family has arrived, but the young master of the Fan family has not arrived yet!" said the servant.

"Okay, then wait, you can go and do it first."

"Okay, that little one will go out first. There is a servant outside each box. Just scream if you have something to do." The servant smiled and retreated.

"Oh, Mr. Li, I've arrived so early, there's still half an hour!"

"Haha, I am determined to win this 100,000 kilograms of salt tonight. The Japanese prince will be married in a few days. The 100,000 kilograms of salt to me are the gifts I give to him, haha."

"Oh, that kid wishes Mr. Li all his wishes come true."

"Haha, good, reward."

Qin Yiming heard Li Guohao's voice in the small box. Why did Li Guohao join in the fun?

"Young Master, will this Li Guohao come to affect our plan?" Xiaohou looked worried, and Qin Yiming was also quite worried.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Dongdongdongdongdong

"Is it Lord Qin inside?"

"Who?" asked the little monkey.

"Haha, Lord Qin, it's me, Kang Shiyuan."

Qin Yiming nodded, and the little monkey shouted: "Come in."

"You called this Li Guohao?" Qin Yiming asked directly.

Kang Shiyuan smiled mysteriously and said, "Haha, isn't this thinking that one more person is more secure? No matter who buys it, I will still cash out our previous agreement with you. As long as you can make the price exceed 800,000 taels, the money will be shared by our two families."

Before, Qin Yiming had the idea of ​​salt in the Kang family. At that time, the Fan family suppressed the Kang family's 100,000 kilograms of salt in the Kang family to 500,000 taels. Qin Yiming decided to buy it at the price of 800,000 taels, but he had no money, so he thought of this method. Qin Yiming was responsible for raising the price. The two families had divided the portion of the more than 800,000 taels. If it was less than 800,000 taels, Qin Yiming would pay the advance.

Of course, Kang Shiyuan was willing to do it. If it was sold for 100,000 jin of salt, it would be sold for 500,000 taels, but now it is different. In this turbulent era, how expensive food is. In fact, salt is much more expensive than grain. Ten thousand jin of salt is used to exchange for fine salt when going to the salt field. The merchants sold all coarse salt. One jin of fine salt may turn into three or four jin of coarse salt. Moreover, the official salt in the salt field is quite cheap. In the middle, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a profit of twenty times. The cost of 10,000 jin of salt is about 5,000 taels, but the market value can be as high as 50,000 or even 100,000 taels.

However, in order to save trouble, cash out as soon as possible. If you sell a 10,000 jin of salt intake, it is also very profitable. If the Fan family wants to buy a 100,000 jin of salt intake at a price of 500,000 jin, it is actually a fair and normal price. Unfortunately, the current turbulent situation is now, the price has risen again.

"Well, I hope the cooperation is pleasant. You asked the assassin to murder me before. If this cooperation is successful, let's just forget it." Qin Yiming was very generous, although there was still anger in the little monkey's eyes.

Kang Shiyuan also nodded. Merchants are businessmen, and interests are the first priority. Let’s talk about this. As for the previous conflicts and entanglements, what should we do in the future?

"Haha, Lord Qin has been delayed and has the potential to be a profiteer, haha."
Chapter completed!