Riding the Pheonix Chapter 319: Curious

A Xuan and Ning Xiu went to the county town, and the news spread that Young Master Yang from the capital was purchasing building materials and recruiting people.

Ning Xiu, a Jianghu man, has little money, but he never takes money seriously.

——With his ability, when he is short of money, he can easily find someone to take advantage of, and he will naturally be entertained with good food and wine, and finally he will be given a generous gift.

Mingwei did the same thing in her previous life, but of course she won’t have to do it in this life.

In short, Mingwei said he didn’t need to worry about money, so he really wasn’t worried. I wrote a few notices and posted them in the county town. It clearly stated that not only the price would be high, but also the middleman who introduced the caravan would be paid.

The latter item is added because apart from a horse farm, there is nothing else worth setting foot on for caravans in Gaotang. They must spread the news first before they can attract businessmen.

When he got the news, County Magistrate Feng Yi was entertaining guests in the back garden and listening to a ditty.

When the scribe came to report, Feng Yi smiled and said: "This noble young man from the capital is indeed very wealthy!"

His guest, a middle-aged scribe who described himself as elegant, smiled and asked: "A noble young master from the capital? But I don't know where this Young Master Yang comes from?"

Feng Yidao: "He is the third son of Bolinghou Mansion, and his grandmother is the Princess Mingcheng, a descendant of the royal bloodline. It is said that Concubine Pei, who is extremely famous in the capital and favors the harem, is his aunt. In front of the Holy Lord, More honorable than the prince."

The middle-aged scholar asked curiously: "Since he is such a person, why would he come to a small northwest county like Gaotang? Isn't it wronged?"

"I heard that he messed up the first autumn hunting in ten years and had a quarrel with the third prince, Prince An, so the Holy Emperor demoted him from the capital." Feng Yi didn't take it seriously, "He has that noble concubine Aunt, I will probably stay here for a short time."

"Then he still wants to build a house?"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Young master, how can you endure hardship? It is not easy to survive until now. The snow fell heavily last winter, and the houses of the racecourse were crushed. I heard that he led people to rebuild I moved the house and tidied up the horse farm, which is a pretty good political achievement."

As he said this, Feng Yi's tone was very disapproving.

In his opinion, such an honorable young master came here just to mess around. Building a house and grooming a horse farm should be a matter of course, but if you let him do it, he will most likely be blown away.

It doesn't matter, these nobles are not on the same page as him anyway. As long as he takes good care of the county affairs, he can be promoted and leave when the time comes.

The middle-aged scribe nodded: "That's true."

So the two continued to drink.

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After drinking, the county magistrate went to rest. The middle-aged scribe left the county office and wandered around the city.

Gaotang is a small county, with a population of more than 10,000, and the county seat is only that big. A long street, from the south of the city to the north, basically summarizes the most lively places.

The middle-aged scribe wandered to the notice board, and sure enough he saw an announcement from the racecourse posted on it, with the large seal of the pastoral supervisor stamped on it.

People gathered in front of the notice, and some newcomers asked: "What does this say? Aren't you going to have to pay taxes again?"

"No, this time it's a good thing." said a man who knew a few words.

"Is there any good thing about the notice? Sir, please tell me, what is written on it?"

Hearing others pleading, the man felt quite proud, shook his head and said: "The Gaotang Shepherd Supervisor purchased at a high price: stone, wood, stained earth, green bricks..."

At first there were building materials, and later there were cloths, utensils, and even food. The notice clearly states that the minimum price is 30% more than the market price. If there are rare items, the price can be negotiated. Don't be afraid of too much goods, just charge as much as you can.

The newcomer was shocked: "Don't you harvest everything? Do you harvest the vegetables I grow at home and the chickens I raise?"

Before the man could answer, he saw a young man running over from the city gate, shouting with a loud smile: "Dad, hurry up and bring all our prey over here, they will take it all! It's really 30% more than the market price." !"

One sentence aroused everyone's thoughts, and they gathered around: "Even the prey? Is it really 30% higher?"

"It's true, that official said that his young master likes to eat, so he can take as much as he wants!"

The northwest is not as prosperous as the Central Plains, and there are fewer places to make money. After hearing this, everyone swarmed towards the city gate.

Those who came to the county town with their home-grown vegetables and poultry to sell, all carried their own goods and crowded in front of Ah Xuan.

These people asked all kinds of questions, and Ah Xuan dragged a servant over to answer them.

"As long as the goods are good, we will accept them! But we don't have that many people, so you have to send them to the racecourse and pay for the travel expenses!"

The people were happy. The county seat is not close to the racecourse, but are they afraid of walking? of course not. Besides, you can earn money by walking!

So, most of the mountain people who came to the county to sell goods went to the racecourse carrying burdens and baskets.

In a blink of an eye, only a few vendors remained on the long street that used to be bustling with traffic.

The middle-aged scribe frowned and fixed his gaze on the man holding the piano next to him.

He smelled an unusual aura. This was a mysterious man.

It is not unusual for that young master to have a noble status and be accompanied by a Xuanshi.

This is enough to show that they are rich.

A fat sheep!

The middle-aged scribe stood nearby for a while and saw Ah Xuan casually promise a payment of several hundred taels. Another guy from a trading company came over to inquire about how much referral fee he would get if he introduced a caravan over.

As Xuan fanned the wind, he said casually: "It depends on how many goods you introduce. At least one thousand taels of goods, one thousand taels, and the highest is one hundred taels."

The guy was delighted.

His salary for a month is only a few dollars. As long as he successfully introduces a few orders, wouldn't it be higher than his own salary?

The middle-aged scribe looked at him all afternoon. Ning Xiu noticed his gaze. When he looked over, he smiled back very calmly and saluted from afar, like a bystander watching the excitement.

In the evening, he returned to the county government office.

After the county magistrate Feng Yili finished his work, he chatted with him again.

"I heard that Mr. went to watch the excitement on the street?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "I have nothing to do~IndoMTL.com~ so I went to take a look. This Young Master Yang is really rich and powerful, and he actually made all kinds of conditions..." He asked curiously, "Such a flower Money is like running water, can he afford it?"

Feng Yidao: "What does this mean to the noble family? This Young Master Yang is the only child of the second house of Bolinghou Mansion. The eldest princess and Bolinghou left an unknown amount of property to him, and he can spend money like water in the capital. What's more, we are a small county in the northwest? Even if we buy the entire county, it won't cost much."

The middle-aged scribe praised: "Xiao Ke is so ignorant that he has never seen a nobleman from the capital."

Feng Yi smiled and said: "It's nothing special. Although they are rich, they may not be able to live a stable life. This Young Master Yang has several secrets about his life. Who knows whether he will die well in the future."

The middle-aged scribe was very curious and asked again.

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