Chapter 278

"You, you, you!" Ling Qingyu pointed at him and couldn't speak.

"Don't worry, I haven't heard much about being in charge." Ling Yunfei laughed. He had heard Ling Qingyu's cough and came to have a look. As a result, he just heard the following two words.

"Qingyu?" Yang Zhao lowered his head from the other side and called.

"How far are we from Dai County?" Lingqingyu asked.

"Fast, there is still a day to go." Yang Zhaodao.

"Daxia Ling, about this matter, shall we sit down and talk about it?" Lingqingyu flies to Lingyun.

"Naturally good." Ling Yunfei smiled and walked away.

"One more thing, the steward to Guizhou has returned. The access to Jiaozhi has been opened. According to what you said, it has been connected with the gold mine there, and sugar mills have been built in Xunzhou and other places in Xiangzhou. Our shops and retail lines have begun to be laid there. We can send goods directly from Hangzhou to Hepu by sea, and then transport sugar back from there." Han Liang continued.

"Well, I'd better change a car. If I listen again, I'll be disappointed in life." Alan got out of bed and sighed.

"What's running around? It's true." Ling Qingyu grabbed her and said, "what can I envy? As you said, no matter how rich I am, the government will accept it if it wants, and the demon sect will kidnap if it wants."

Alan looked back at her for a while, nodded and said, "yes, your life is really tragic, well, I'm balanced."

Ling Qingyu looked at her dumbfounded for a while, and then said, "the king of heaven covers the earth."

Alan rolled her eyes and said, "I'd better go out. I'll get some air." Say to open the door, let shadow nine stop the car, jumped down and ran to the carriage in front.

"In Yuezhou, we bought some tea mountains and some fields in Junshan, but the flood washed Yuezhou badly last year. This year, we have just recovered some vitality. If we want to produce, I'm afraid it will take some time." Han Liang said after seeing Alan leave.

"Can I buy the water in Dongting Lake?" Lingqingyu asked.

Han Liang frowned and said, "it's best not now. I heard that many refugees over there have entered the lake and gathered in the lake to become bandits."

"Did it start so soon?" Ling Qingyu whispered to himself.

"What?" Han Liang didn't hear clearly and asked.

"It's all right. Where else are there refugees making trouble?" Lingqingyu looked up and asked.

"It turned out that Jiangzhou was making a lot of trouble, and even the government sent soldiers there. Later, it was heard that someone took money to appease both sides. There were some in other places, but they have all calmed down." Han Liang said.

"How did it go down? It was all bought with money?" Ling Qingyu asked.

Han Liang shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "I heard that many people were killed, all of them local officers and soldiers."

"Officers and soldiers? Are there many local officers and soldiers? How did Zhou's army arrange?" Lingqingyu cannot help but wonder.

"Of course, there are many. Zhao Jiajun, Yang Jiajun and sun Jiajun belong to the border army, which are specialized in fighting against the party items of the Liao state. But the three of them together are not as many as the forbidden army near Bianjing. The forbidden army has heavy troops in Bianjing and Luoyang, but they belong to different jurisdictions, and the relationship is very chaotic. And each state capital also has its own government army, which belongs to the local commander. If these government armies are assembled, they are also very large, and they should be suppressed Some refugees are very simple things. " Han Liang said.

"Can the imperial court support such a huge army?" Lingqingyu said coldly. I knew that Yang Zhao had kept so many useless soldiers by withholding his military pay and armaments.

"I'm afraid most of the tax revenue of Da Zhou is spent on military training." Han Liang sighed.

"Have you got through the road of Chuanxia?" Lingqingyu asked.

"Well, yes, now we can directly transfer tea silk from Sichuan and Sichuan to Shaanxi, and the salt from Dangxiang and Yanzhou can also be directly transported." Han Liang laughed. Now Meng Su has expanded the number of people to 20000, and the increased number of people are local valiant and good fighters. Now their caravan passes through Shaanxi Road and Sichuan Road, and no one dares to stop it. Of course, he also follows behind to manage local officials. Those places are far away from Bianjing, and local officials get through, and Bianjing can't even touch the wind.

"If we calculate profits, how much have we made in a year now?" Ling Qingyu leaned on the cushion and asked.

"Spice?" Han Liang asked with a smile.

The spices were all changed into real gold, silver and goods, which were brought back by ram. Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "don't count spices."

Han Liang raised a slap and said, "net income of 6 million Liang, excluding all expenses and dividends, but recently the industry has also purchased more, and also spent some money."

Although it can't compare with the profits from outside Shanghai, this profit has also been considerable in the big week. Besides, it is still under pressure to comprehensively compress the Yinlou spice shop, which shows that the business structure of Ling family has begun to change. Previously, it relied on Yinlou spice, but now it is in full development. It is not only the income from silk tea and market trade, but also the daily necessities such as restaurants, drug shops, clothing shops, needles and threads have penetrated.

"For those in charge, it's time to reopen our spice shops and silver shops? And restaurants. Now restaurants in Hangzhou and Huai'an are doing very well. Can you consider opening more branches?" Han Liang asked.

"Yes, you don't have to use a name. Collect information through these stores, whether it's official, imperial, or Jianghu." Ling Qingyu thought for a while, and then said, "I told ah Zhao that there should be a department dedicated to analyzing information, and see if he can help establish it."

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"General Yang is already doing this. The wedding between you and General Yang will not be canceled, will it?" Han Liang looked at her anxiously and asked.

Ling Qingyu was stunned and asked, "why do you say this?"

Han Liang shook his head and said with a smile, "it's OK, it won't be good."

"Han Liang, I have lost Yan San and can't lose Yang Zhao any more." Ling Qingyu sighed.

You can't afford to lose more people. Han Liang kindly decided not to hit her anymore, and changed the topic and said, "hehe, Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi are on the way. Everyone is ready to make a good mess of your bridal chamber. If it doesn't happen, it will be more disappointing."

Ling Qingyu pointed to his leg and said, "just like me now, do you have to be so cruel?"

"Hehe, don't worry about being in charge. General Yang must be mentally prepared." Han Liang laughed.

Ling Qingyu was dumbfounded, and his mind reappeared that night in Lingjia village, Yan Sanjing drank thousands of people, and finally fell drunk in his arms. That day was like yesterday.

Seeing that her eyes were red, Han Liang scolded herself secretly and hurriedly said, "you should have a rest first. It's not too late to think about those things when you feel better."

Han Liang escaped as if to leave the carriage, and the carriage became quiet.

Ling Qingyu's eyes unconsciously looked at the soft couch opposite the bed. Generally, when there was no one in the carriage, Yan San would sit there, either making tea, or helping her with bone loosening and massage, but now there was nothing there.

With a bang, Ling Qingyu woke up from his stunned mind and looked up. Yang Zhao had entered the carriage, closed the door behind him, and then took off his helmet and put it aside.

In these days, Yang Zhao has never been on this car, and just let Alan accompany her. But Ling Qingyu knows that during the day, he is riding on the side of the carriage, and at night, he is leaning against the outside of the carriage and sleeping. Although he is across the wall of the carriage, he has never left.

Yang Zhao took off his armor and sat beside the bed. He put his hand on her forehead and asked, "what happened just now?"

"Nothing happened. I was teased by Alan's jokes." Ling Qingyu held his hand and took it down. "Zhao, I have something to tell you."

"Huh?"

"Alan showed it to me and said that I was too cold. I was afraid that I would have no children all my life." Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes and said.

Yang Zhao straightened up slightly, pulled his hand out of Ling Qingyu's hand and began to disarm.

With a draw of his hand, Ling Qingyu's palm was empty, as if his heart was slightly empty, and he bowed his head and didn't look at him.

Yang Zhao put his armor aside, got on the bed, and then hugged Ling Qingyu, raised her jaw, and kissed her.

His kiss was fierce and domineering, and his lips and teeth twisted. From the corner of his mouth, he said intermittently, "Yan San, no matter whether he has no children, Qingyu, no matter what excuse you use, I won't let go, and I won't let go even if I die!"

Stunned for a moment, Ling Qingyu raised his hand and hooked his neck, responding back.

With Ling Qingyu's response, Yang Zhao's actions slowed down, leaving only gentle, watery tenderness.

"Qingyu, all I want is you, just you..." loosen Ling Qingyu, and Yang Zhao said, "after all these years, don't you understand my heart?"

"Such a big event must be made clear." Ling Qingyu blushed slightly and turned her head.

"If you like children, we will adopt one in the future. If one is not enough, we will adopt more." Yang Zhao turned her head and said.

"Adoption," Ling Qingyu shook her head and said, "I'd better not." Treat him wholeheartedly, but finally be betrayed. Such pain is enough once.

"That's better. I don't have to worry about you taking your child more seriously than me." Yang Zhao smiled faintly.

He took off his armor and only wore white underwear inside. From the open collar, he could see the delicate collarbone. Although he ran around for days and didn't even sleep well, the beard on his face was shaved cleanly. Here in Dazhou, men have a beard since they were in their twenties. Men with a beard are called mature men, but Yang Zhao would shave his face cleanly before he saw her again.

"Zhao!" Ling Qingyu moved over, hugged his neck, leaned his face on his shoulder and said, "although I'm sorry for you two, I love Yan San and Zhao, really love..."

"I know." Yang Zhao hugged her waist and tightly hugged her in his arms, whispering. Speaking of sorry, it should be what I want to say. If I hadn't let go and couldn't let go, she would have left with Yan San, and the open sky would be free everywhere. But Yan San, I won't say I'm sorry. Even if I had to go to hell in the end, I would never let go.

It was summer, and her clothes were light and thin. She felt the smell of the man in her ears begin to be a little thick. Ling Qingyu raised her head and saw that Yang Zhao's face had been scarlet and a trace of pain. Her heart moved and untied his waist armor.

"Not now," Yang Zhao held her hand and gasped, "I can't help it."

"When will you be willing," Yang Zhao buttoned his waist armor and whispered, "untie it for me again."

Ling Qingyu was about to speak when he heard a huge sound of horses' hoofs outside. It seemed that horses were galloping.