Chapter 25

Maybe it's too hard these days, or maybe no one bothers him to sleep well. Murong Yunshu sleeps until the evening. He slowly puts his feet on the ground and gets up lazily. He opens the door with both hands and stretches along with the situation. Then he raises his eyes and covers his mouth with his hands to yawn.

Nie Qing glares coldly at someone who is sleeping and dying, with a look of discontent. This can't blame him, standing at the door waiting all afternoon, no one has a good face.

Fengling looks at Murong Yunshu admiringly. Why can't she pretend to be a lady, but some people even yawn so gracefully

After yawning, Murong Yunshu goes to the pavilion. Before he leaves, he tells green to get some snacks to eat. As for the two people with different looks outside, he ignores them directly.

"Well, Murong, how did you leave? Nie Qing has been waiting for you all afternoon... " Feng Ling said while using his hand to move, like a soul, as if to bring her back.

Nie Qing stares at her ungratefully, and follows Murong Yunshu's steps in silence. Feng Ling Du started his mouth and blinked. He followed him side by side and looked at him from time to time.

Murong Yunshu listens to the rhythm of the footsteps behind her, and thinks that Fengling is really a talent. No matter what face Nie Qing gives her, she is not discouraged. She really doubts whether there is an automatic filtering system in her brain, and all unpleasant things will be automatically filtered out.

Being blown by the cold wind, Murong Yunshu wakes up a lot, and has the mood of talking about business affairs, so he opens his mouth gently, "you can start to state the reasons." After that, he began to wander on the path made of bluestone slabs with a leisurely attitude of having enough to eat. His casual sight wandered between the flowers and plants beside the road, which was very leisurely.

"Shangyang is located in a remote area, with few remote mountains and far from the capital..." When it comes to the imperial government, Nie Qing, who is usually unsophisticated and sparing words, seems to have changed a person. He starts to talk endlessly, exaggerate, quote classics and discuss the past and the present. He digs out all the reasons that can prove that Shangyang is not in line with jianyincang, and even uses the bad geomantic omen.

Murong Yunshu frowned, "when did Lord Nie take up the part-time job of feng shui master?"

Nie Qing snorted and sneered, "do you think the number one scholar is so good?"

Murong Yunshu frowned more tightly, "does the imperial examination still test Fengshui?"

Nie Qing was asked by her not to know how to answer, calm face did not speak for a long time, just coldly said: "we are discussing the problem of silver warehouse location, what do you do with this problem!"

"Make sure you're not lying." Murong Yunshu is always serious.

The corner of Nie Qing's mouth trembled a few times and hummed again: "the emperor decided to build the silver warehouse near the imperial mausoleum."

"Let longzu help guard?" Murong Yunshu asked casually. He didn't expect that he would nod his head. Dai Mei twisted slightly and said, "Mr. Nie, since you are in the Department of accounts, you should know something about business. Daye Dynasty is divided into Kyushu. The imperial mausoleum is located in Yangmingshan, which is one of the Kyushu. Although it is only a hundred kilometers away from the capital, it is in the northernmost part of Daye Dynasty, far away from the other eight states, especially minzhou, which is the southernmost part of Daye Dynasty. It takes several months to go back and forth quickly. What's more, it's a very slow silver cart. I'm afraid the silver will be sent back before it's delivered. ”

Nie Qing moved her mouth, but did not make a sound. Obviously, he understood that very well.

Murong Yunshu added: "Shangyang belongs to Chuzhou. Chuzhou has been the transportation fortress of Daye Dynasty since ancient times. Roads extend in all directions and transportation is very convenient. Moreover, Chuzhou is in the middle of China. It is fast to transport silver from any state. On the other hand, the topography of Shangyang mountain, which has few roads, just forms the advantage of being easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's the most suitable place to build a silver warehouse there. " After a pause, she looked at Nie Qing again. With irresistible dignity, she said slowly, "I'm still saying that, either listen to me or don't do anything."

After pondering for a long time, Nie Qing gave up her arms and said, "you are a real businessman!" There was a touch of admiration in the awkward look.

Murong Yunshu is a businessman. Isn't she normal?

I don't know what method Nie Qing used. The emperor quickly agreed to build the silver warehouse in Shangyang, and the printing of silver yuan has begun. As soon as the silver warehouse is completed, a comprehensive silver reform will be implemented.

After the discussion, Murong Yunshu immediately set out to return to Jinling. Nie Qing is now her deputy, so she also set out on the road, while Fengling volunteered to be the second green, and ran around with tea and water. Of course, we all know what she means. The pot cook went to Shaolin Temple with Murong Yunshu's "thanks" to Chu Changge.

Leaning in the comfortable carriage, Murong Yunshu took out the wooden hairpin that he had bought for Chu Changge on the day when he entered the capital. He gazed at it for a long time with a complicated look. At last, he lifted the curtain on the side wall and threw it out. From the moment she learned that he was almost crazy for a woman, she realized that her fate with him could only come to mutual respect.

Fortunately, up to now, Chu Changge is just a pastime for her when she is bored and someone talks. It doesn't matter if she has him or not.

The carriage was big enough for a tall man to lie down and sleep. For Murong Yunshu, who was of medium height, she could pose as if she were sleeping on her own bed. So she lay flat, closed her eyes and went to sleep, thinking that she would arrive at Jinling as soon as she woke up.However, some people's lives are doomed to be calm and plain sailing, and Murong Yunshu is one of them.

Murong Yunshu was awakened by the sudden stop of the carriage. She dashed forward and almost fell down. Fortunately, her eye was sick and her hand caught the wall of the car. The friction between her hand and the wall of the car slowed down the momentum that threw her out.

"What's the matter?" She stood firm, lifted the curtain, and looked out to ask. There were seven or eight big men in front of the car. The gray linen clothes and the random hair tied up with the braids of hemp rope seemed to have the temperament of mountain bandits. However, what had more this temperament was the old saying they used to say