After hearing Qin Zhong's repeated assurances, Jia Rong gave up and said: "This is what you promised yourself. If you want me to know that you have not kept your word, go and find the nun quietly. From now on, you will never want to see that nun again."

Seeing the Qin brothers nodding solemnly, Brother Rong chatted with Mr. Duan Lang for a while, and on the way asked Queer to go to the courtyard to get the Jiangnan cakes sent by the Xue family a few days ago.

"These are the specialties of Jiangnan. Although they are not worth a few dollars, they are rare to eat in Shenjing. These days, I have been busy with my teachings in Yixue and supervising Jingqing, so I took these snacks back to

Let the family try it.”

Jia Rong asked Que'er to bring out a small brocade box again, and said to Duan Lang: "I heard that not long after your husband got married, our family didn't send any congratulatory gifts, so I thought it was up to me to make up for it."

The box was opened, and there was a large and round South Sea pearl inside. Duan Lang won the imperial examination many years ago. After all, he had already entered the officialdom with one foot, and his family was short of money. It was only of this size.

This was the first time I saw the pearl, and I was at a loss what to do.

"How...how did this happen?"

Jia Rong closed the box and put it in Duan Lang's hand, and said with a smile: "Sir, your hard work has made great achievements. I'm just afraid that this small gift will neglect you."

Duan Lang was an honest man, so he could only accept it with a blushing face. He felt a little regretful. The purpose of coming to the Jia family to study for free was not for money. He just thought about one day he could join the big ship of the Jia family and find a way out.

It would be nice to have a reliable dock and port, even a seventh- or eighth-grade county magistrate.

Uncle Rong said: "Mr. has served as an enlightenment teacher for many children of the Jia family in the free school. How can these students fail me in the future? Our Jia family is not an ungrateful family. If we have the right opportunity, we will never forget your contribution.

"

Duan Lang was so happy after hearing what Uncle Rong said that he wanted to kneel down immediately.

"It's cold on the ground." Jia Rong took his arm and said, "Sir is a teacher of Yi Xue, and many of the elders in the clan are his students. How can I do this ceremony? Doesn't it mean that my life will be shortened? Master of Yi Xue.

They are old, and the old Confucians of the Li family are not young either. They still have to rely on their husbands to take care of them in the Yi School. When my husband comes after the new year, I will go to the ancestral hall to get a whip and make a tool with him. If any of the Yi Xue disciples disobeys the teachings, my husband can whip them.

That’s it.”

Duan Lang's heart was in a state of turmoil, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. The young Master Rong in front of him was really cruel to the disciples of the Yi Xue School. He actually wanted to discipline his disciples according to the family law. This...

Uncle Rong smiled and said: "Don't be surprised. I just asked Mr. to hang the whip in the school as a deterrent. A noble brother like Mr. Bao is usually difficult to control. With the whip of this ancestral hall, he can

I don’t dare to be presumptuous anymore.”

After explaining everything to Mr. Duan Lang, Jia Rong waded into the night and returned to his yard. She thought that she was really the lucky star of the Jia family and Baoyu's savior. If this was the case, Baoyu could not learn anything, and it would only be rotten wood that is difficult to carve.

Brother Rong is facing the complicated situation of the Jia family outside and is worried every day. How can we let these brothers in Yixue have a good life? We have to suffer together, otherwise there will be no balance in our hearts.

"Oh...Uncle Bao, I'm sorry."

…………

On this day, Uncle Rong carefully changed his clothes, took two maids and went straight to Wanhua Tower in a precious carriage.

"It's true, mistress, if you go to a brothel or a brothel in Rio this winter, you'll freeze to death on the way." Jia Rong complained to herself.

In the small courtyard behind Wanhua Building, several guards in plain clothes were guarding the door. There were only two people in the room, Qiu Jiheng and the mistress.

The mistress asked: "Are you sure that Jia Rong will come?"

Qiu Jiheng replied: "The people who humbly arranged to guard outside Ningguo Mansion just now have reported back. Jia Rong has already boarded the carriage and is heading this way."

The mistress nodded lightly, quite satisfied with Qiu Jiheng's approach to this matter. He said calmly: "Have you inquired clearly? How much cement can the cement kiln in Ningguo Mansion produce per month?"

Qiu Jiheng said: "This matter is not a secret in Beijing. According to people who were at King Zhongshun's manor that day, Jia Rong once reported to the present that the current monthly production of cement can be 150 shi, and the price of high-quality cement is 800 shi.

Second-grade cement is priced at 500 cents per kilo, and conventional cement is 300 cents per kilo. If it is needed by the Ministry of Works, the price will be 20% off."

"Only one hundred and fifty taels of silver per month?" The young master felt a little disappointed after hearing this, and said calmly: "Even if they are all sold for 800 taels of silver, it will only be more than one hundred and fifty taels of silver per month. And there is no

Calculating labor costs and raw materials, is the cement kiln in Ningguo Mansion really profitable?"

Qiu Jiheng explained: "This is just the monthly profit of a small kiln in Ningguo Mansion. If the third master wants to get the recipe and build a large kiln with a monthly output of thousands of stones, it will be at least more than a thousand taels of silver per month. If so,

If we build more large kilns like this outside, the monthly income will be countless."

The mistress thought for a moment. Well, Qiu Jiheng is right.

If you can take Jia Rong's advice and build a big kiln, you can earn tens of thousands of taels of silver in a year. The more kilns you build, the more money you will get. More money will make things easier!

The prince who lives in a deep palace is miserable. Although he is the prince, his annual salary is only twelve thousand taels of silver. Although it is two thousand taels more than other princes, it is not as good as the fifteen thousand taels of silver that King Zhongshun receives every year.

I am in a high position and I am short of money. I give the rewards to the people below every year and every month, manage things in the palace, please the emperor and the old concubine, and there is not much more than 10,000 taels of silver left every year. I want to win over some people, but I have nothing left in my hands.

There is nothing to give.

The mistress also felt sad.

"Tell me, will Jia Rong be willing to give me the prescription in his hand?"

Who is the mistress?

That was the current prince! The person who was established as the prince on the first day he ascended the throne was the future emperor of Yan. Qiu Jiheng thought that he would refuse the request of the future emperor unless Jia Rong lost his mind.

Qiu Jiheng said flatteringly: "If you are humble, let alone a small cement recipe, even if it is a bigger profit item, I am willing to give it to the mistress. As long as Jia Rong is not stupid, he will not refuse the mistress."

After hearing what Qiu Jiheng said, the young master nodded in agreement. He didn't make any excessive demands, he just asked Jia Rong to share the recipe with him, and he didn't want to rob him.

Jia Rong didn't know what the prince was thinking. As soon as he entered Wanhua Tower, a guard who knew him searched him and invited him into the small courtyard behind.

Hey?

It's quite similar to that.

Jia Rong was now someone who had seen big events, and he looked unworried. He ordered his guards to wait outside the courtyard, and he followed the guards in.

As soon as Brother Rong entered the yard, he saw a man in fine clothes who was about his own age walking forward and saying with joy on his face: "You're here, I'm so anxious to keep you waiting."

He saw that apart from this person, only Qiu Jiheng was left in the room. Thinking that this person should be the prince of this dynasty, he saluted and said, "I have met Your Highness."

"No need to be too polite, no need to be too polite." The young master took Brother Rong's hand very kindly, took him to sit down at the same table, and said: "Your family and I have been close to each other since Taizu, and the Emperor Taishan also had a close relationship with Daishan.
Chapter completed!