After the dinner, the Jin family.

Perhaps the young master of Jinqian has lived for 20 years. Today is the first time he has seen the whole family look so devastated. He is very panicked.

"Father, our family is different from the Xu family and the Tu family. They are just a deal without any money. We have to invest real money in it. This opening is four or five million yuan. To put it more seriously, we are going to die."

The eldest son of the Jin family, the father of Young Master Jin, gritted his teeth and spoke to an old man in the right position, while the other legitimate sons of the Jin family lowered their heads, and no one dared to interrupt.

They are really anxious, and this is not fake. The main business of the Jin family is weaving and forging. Most of them are linked to the court, such as armour and chariots. Generally speaking, they are industrial capitalists. If they have money, most of them are real estate. Four or five million chunks are already almost 60 to 70% of the current working capital.

This is not the same as the transactions of the Xu family and the Tu family, it is really not the same. The Xu family's canal transportation and the horse gang are engaged in logistics and transportation, the Tu family's grain and salt are also the transfer of state-owned assets to make some difference from the transaction. The three companies have something to do with the court, but the other two are not in the industry, but they are a service industry.

As soon as this happened, the Jin family suffered a severe blow. Although it was impossible to be killed directly, the strongest of the three families was the Jin family, and it was a large family covered by the Ministry of War. However, it was absolutely impossible to say that it would not be damaged. In order to allow the construction of a weapon workshop for the court to continue to work, they would have to sell some other assets to fill the hole.

This was like cutting off a piece of meat, and scraping it directly without saying hello.

"Brother, not only the Xu family, but also the Tu family, but also the official family donated money. If we just stood by and watched, I'm afraid..." The second son of the Jin family sighed: "Dad, what do you think you should do."

Who said no? Everyone understands this truth. Now things are obvious. Whether it is the court or the people in the world, they all look at it with their eyes open. Who doesn’t know that the Jin family is the leader of the three wealthy families. They don’t say that they don’t donate, even if they donate less, they can summon the world to despise. How can this vast water be able to withstand the little duckweed that depends on the big tree of the court?

"Donate." The old man of the Jin family picked up the cover bowl and pressed hard: "Just donate! Donate for those who sell their money!"

"How much donate?" The eldest son of the Jin family asked in a trembling voice: "Father, think twice."

"San Si?" The old man snorted coldly: "After this three, you will all have to land. When I am suspicious today, if you don't donate, wouldn't you want to rebel? If you don't donate to the people here, are you planning to donate to the 18th Route Rebellion?"

The old man's words made everyone in the hall tremble. Thinking of what the emperor did in the past, let alone the first and second rank officials, his uncle and uncle were almost killed by him, let alone an inconspicuous Jin family?

He supported the Jin family with one hand. He could throw away the disobedient Jin family. Then, who would not be able to do so?

"You have to remember it for me. This world is the world of the Zhao family." The old man stomped his ebony's stick hard: "The Zhao family is the master of the world. If you let you have a child, you will die. If you let you die, you will die. If you have no money, you can earn anything. Donate! Good grandson."

The young master of the Jin family immediately stood up and said, "Grandpa."

"You will be here tomorrow. Didn't Princess Ruibao want to build a home for the victims? Okay, my Jin family must be very strong. Two million guan of cash, one million guan of grain plus the land outside the city, three warehouses in the city, and two cargo ships, all of them are given to her!"

"Grandpa...that's almost tens of millions of dollars."

"Two million guan of cash, one million guan of grain, nearly three million guan of land outside the city, four large warehouses plus two cargo ships, and 7.412,000 guan of silver." The third son of the Jin family muttered silently, with a crying voice in his voice: "Dad, that's most of our family's property..."

"I want money and die!" The old man stomped his feet in regret, and said sternly: "Three, go and get the land deed and let your good grandson take it tomorrow!"

The entire Jin family sat there and shed tears silently. The management of three generations seemed to have gone back overnight more than 20 years ago. Hezhe had been working as a white worker for the Zhao family in the past thirty years.

It is a lie to say that they are not wronged, but they can speak up such grievances? Of course, they cannot. The only thing they can do is to swallow them down and scatter all their money to protect their descendants. What else can they do? What's more, there is a good reputation to add to the top.

Of course, the Jin family will not want to sleep tonight. After all, at this point today, no matter whether the Zhao family rings the bell for them or not, they have to be careful and thoroughly check the accounts. Then they have to take stock of the whole family's property.

The entire Jin family mansion was really messy, and many people who usually live in luxury all night long turned pale.

At this moment, in the spring-filled yard, Princess Ruibao and Xu Li were listening to Song Beiyun telling how they should operate in the future.

"Everyone thinks that this money is dirty and bad, but this money is a real good thing. It depends on whether you make money and whether you have a conscience to spend money." Song Beiyun said: "Since you promise to make public, you must make public. Let's see how the Jin family expresses its opinions tomorrow and plan carefully."

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, wiped his mouth: "I learned about it. There are nearly 500,000 victims. It is impossible to eat them completely, but it would be nice if they were divided into a batch."

Ruibao looked at Song Beiyun with bright eyes. She didn't know why, and she didn't even understand why she always looked at him. Maybe there were too many things on this person that she couldn't see through. In just a few days, Princess Ruibao dared to swear that the things she had come into contact with in the past few days were more exciting and interesting than the things she had in the past ten years, and there was this bad and dead thing mixed in it.

"Division? How to diversion?" Ruibao asked, "Return to its original home?"

"These people are not only victims of disasters, but also refugees from the north who are unwilling to go from Jin and Liao. How do you ask them to go back?" Song Beiyun gently flicked Ruibao's forehead: "Remember to say this kind of thing. If outsiders hear it, you will be criticized."

"I understand..." Ruibao responded sweetly.

Really, Xu Li was stunned. When he knew that the woman around him was one of the most noble women in the Song Dynasty, he was actually a little scared, but after talking to each other that night, he found... Forget it, don't look at it inappropriately.

"The diversion is very simple. Take out some of these donations and put them on Jiangxi Road. The Xu family has a farm and workshop there to expand the scale of these places and resettle refugees. And the scale of this expansion, even if this fund is invested in shares, then go to your brother's tricks, and it will be considered as the royal family. One share is divided into three, and dividends will be distributed at the end of the year." Song Beiyun explained: "Is there any problem with Xu Li?"

"If you have no problem, I will naturally have no problem." Xu Li shook his head and said, "Just call me Brother Xu..."

"Royal shares?" The princess frowned: "Why?"

"You know why, why." Song Beiyun scraped her nose and said, "Are you one hundred thousand whys?"

"Hehe...I don't understand."

Zuo Rou retching from the side, Jin Ling'er's eyes widened and her eyes showed a fierce light.

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "The Xu family on West Road in Jiangnan, Princess Foundation makes tens of millions of yuan a year, and there is no matter how much the emperor is. If it were you, would you be happy?"

"Of course I'm not happy!" Jin Ling'er suddenly bounced up and bounced a few times on her chest: "Not only are she unhappy, she also wants to kill you!"

"That's all." Song Beiyun spread his hands: "Is there a king's land under the world? You have to let your brother enjoy the sweetness, and you can't make enough money."

"Yes..." Jin Ling'er held her cheek and looked at Song Beiyun: "You are still smart."

"Don't praise me." Song Beiyun continued: "Dividing starts tomorrow. Your Highness's reputation will rise. You go and tell the refugees. Xu Li wrote a letter to go back and explain what happened here clearly and make the Xu family ready. This matter must be completed before the summer comes. It must be fast! The weather is hot and refugees gather, and it is impossible to say that it will not be able to escape the plague. As for those refugees who are unwilling to divert, set a place for them here, and call it... Immigration City for now. I have explained to you several areas inside, right? They build the house themselves, how much does a working hour cost? At that time, His Highness the Princess will calculate carefully. They plant the land themselves, prepare the seeds and fields for them, and they will plant anything. The land is not theirs and they will not collect taxes. The grain produced is not theirs, but they will also pay according to the working hours."

"Why..." The princess herself was a little embarrassed. She felt that she had asked all the "why" of her life. She claimed to be smart and obviously felt that she was useless.

"Tomorrow I will explain it carefully, this area is very complicated." Song Beiyun looked at the moon above his head, then looked at Qiaoyun again: "It's getting late, you all have dispersed."

"No..." Princess Ruibao said coquettishly: "I still want to listen to you."

Song Beiyun shouted and pointed at his house: "I'll squeeze you out later? I'll tell you all night?"

Ruibao blinked quickly and stretched: "Today is night, I'll go home."

"You're timid when you get this." Song Beiyun teased: "Sister Qiaoyun, you have to watch them fall asleep in person."

Qiaoyun could not know what this bad guy meant when she heard this. She had already blushed, but the sky was dim and she couldn't tell it. Her answer was also weak: "I understand..."

"Okay, okay, tired." Zuo Rou yawned: "I'm too lazy to move, I'll sleep with Qiaoqiao today."
Chapter completed!