Chapter 18 Family and State Affairs

In the sunny day, in the sunshine, between the mountains and the green water. Rong Hui flew back to the mountain, greeting, and went straight into the study to talk to Yan Liang. Yan Liang wore a bright gray wide-breasted dark clothes, sat at the big painting table in the east end of the back room, and reported to Rong Hui about the trivialities of the past month: "After the Fudi stopped, I returned the gold that transported the 'gold number' everywhere up the mountain. After discussing with the shopkeeper of Shida, the 'secondary exchange rate' was set at 51 for 1 yuan, and the gold number has reopened.

He sighed and said with a bitter face, "But we have been losing money for more than half a month. According to the stone shopkeeper, it will not improve until the end of this year. The stone shopkeeper said that three years of tax exemption is right. If the Chamber of Commerce outside doesn't come, with our current strength, we can't stand such a high gold price. In the future, the 'golden number' will be subject to the supervision of the Ministry of Household and must be the same as the Southern Index. However, if we can get the approval of the household department, we can also set the price independently and participate in the compilation of the 'South Index'.

"Wait..." Rong Hui heard something was wrong, put down the tea cup, sat up straight and quickly asked, "Whether it's fifteen or fifty-one, isn't this all about you and me? Even if we don't make money, we won't lose!"

"This is it!" Yan Liang was also very depressed and said with a bitter face, "The silver number below saves silver into the gold number, which is denominated in gold. The silver borrowed is also denominated in gold. It is precisely because the price of gold has risen slightly in the past that everyone is willing to deposit silver into our 'gold number'. But now the exchange rate has soared, and if they withdraw money again, we will have to pay more silver. And the money borrowed from us by the silver number below is also denominated in gold, and now we have to pay back more silver.

When he remembered, he was angry and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "They didn't get it for a while, and they asked for a time limit. We should exchange it for others, but we can't miss any of them. He didn't dare to push too hard, otherwise he would close the door and have to dump another large number of merchants. Not only can't he urge the bill, but he also has to help him maintain his business and let them slowly live through this breath. Now there is less entry and more exit. Of course, you can make money at a loss.

Rong Hui listened and thought, feeling that it was another big trouble: "If only Xiaoxuan was still around to come up with ideas!" He sighed and meditated for a moment. He couldn't help shaking his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not a matter to stay with him like this. Did my brother say what to do?"

"The old man said that the craftsmanship outside is new and cheap. We have to adapt to it for a period of time. Everyone is in trouble. Since we are in this position, if we don't pull them, they will have no way to survive. Yan Liang told the truth and said another thing: "Also, there are some fake gold tickets on the market. It is difficult to identify it without getting the general number. Miss Xiaojuan has begun to investigate this matter. Should we also change a set of engravings?

"What?" Rong Hui was furious, raised his palm and circled around the drawing table. After turning his mind and clearing his thoughts, he asked, "Is there any sample? Let me have a look."

"Yes!" Yan Liang got up and said, "In the front study, I'm going to get it." Stand up and go straight out.

"Grandpa's, dare to make a fake brother." Rong Hui was so angry that he paced in the study with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Yan Liang trotted over with a square brocade box, he quickly picked it up, took out a bag, and walked to the south window to look at the sun.

Four thin gold characters "Lingshan Gold Ticket" are printed on the long square ticket, and the denomination is all eleven or two, with beautiful patterns and smooth texture. The date seal is complete. There is also a sense of murder in it. After observing for a moment, I couldn't help sighing: "I'm still a master, better than my real gold ticket."

"Because more than 50 taels of gold tickets need to be signed by the transferor, and they must be printed by the issuing bank, so there is no fake for the time being." Yan Liang said with a bitter face, "This has just opened, and the loss is not great. But the image was so bad that we didn't dare to say it.

Rong Hui pulled together and nodded in agreement: "You did the right thing!" After pondering for a moment, he asked Yan Liang, "Are all the utensils for printing gold tickets on the mountain?"

"The tools are on the mountain, and the materials are ready-made!" Yan Liang nodded and responded: "However, when we formed the 'golden number', we had divided the rigid into four parts, and there was only one part of our mountain."

"Well, you can remember it." Rong Hui made a quick decision and ordered one by one: "First, Lingshan Gold immediately stop exchanging ten or two gold tickets. Second, send a notice to the four realms to suspend the circulation of ten two denominations of gold stamps. Third, anyone who takes the opportunity to make trouble will be arrested and imprisoned and interrogated overnight. Fifth, the three families of Chen, Zhao and Song immediately engraved on the board. After thinking about it, there was no omission and added, "Use my 'kan he' summons." He turned his hand and took out a gem wrench, put it on the table, and told him, "Let's engrave another set of 'golden tickets' overnight and use all these messy materials. I'll see who can fake it."

Yan Liangyun wrote it down one by one. After writing, he answered well. He happily picked up the wrench and went to do it immediately.

When Rong Hui saw him trotting down, he exhaled for a long time: "Grandma, who stabbed me in the back?" Sitting on the drunken chair, he shook and thought, suddenly heard Yan Liang's greeting: "Second Master, the second girl is coming!"

Rong Hui was stunned and came to his senses. Seeing that the sun was already west, he knew that an hour had passed. He stood up and stretched out his hand and said, "Let her in!"

Rong Shuang combed Ling Yun's bun, wore a set of autumn-colored narrow-collared dark clothes, and wore a whole set of purple gold head. He walked into the room and saw Rong Hui and saluted: "Second brother, the printing plate is here. What's wrong?" Ming's eyes turned slightly and asked tentatively, "Is it a fake gold ticket?"

"Sitting down, it's for this matter." In the big study, Rong Hui picked up the filling porcelain pot, poured a cup of tea for his sister in person, and casually explained, "If you finish it a moment ago, you will lose ten taels of gold. Why don't you do it?"

The two talked about Jinhao. When Song Yu and Zhao Qingliu came over one after another, Rong Hui said bluntly, "Take out the stereotype, and we will recast it with magic power." Hearing this, Yan Liang put in seven square chapters on the tray, all of which were engraved with the four words "Lingshan Gold".

When the rest of the people saw it, they also took out a square ring. The patterns, denominations, and patterns on the "golden ticket" are engraved on the ring. They are interlocked, and together they are engraved on one side. After the combination, Rong Hui first picked up the stereotype of one "one or two" denomination. Look at the nose, look at the nose, look at the heart, carry the magic skills, and brand the divine thoughts into the seal. After a while, the refining was completed and handed to Rong Shuang. Rong Shuang painted the gourd in the same way and branded it into his own Taoism.

Four people reshaped the printing board in the hall, and Yan Liang went to prepare materials. According to Rong Hui's instructions, he used Shu Jian, which could draw symbols directly. He took out various materials, stared at the craftsman in person, and recolored. It was not until dusk that the furnace was opened for printing.

In the basement, the four people were relieved when they saw the craftsman print a set of "Lingshan Golden Tickets". Rong Hui asked Song Yu again, "My eldest brother and third brother, how are you?"

"All good!" Song Yu smiled and responded, "He said he would stay for one night and let me bring peace to my brother!"

The fire gradually goes out, and the dye stops boiling. The craftsmen cooled the black iron abrasive tools with clean water and returned them to the four people in turn. The four people put away carefully and relaxed one after another. Rong Hui knew that the three had to go back to recover their lives, so he asked Yan Liang to arrange a bodyguard escort. It's time to walk out of the underground secret room.

The autumn moon rises in the east and the stars are shining. The two personally sent the three down the mountain and saw the guard go away before turning back to the mountain. Rong Hui walked slowly in the canyon and told Yan Liang: "Go and see if you have taken the opportunity to make trouble and be arrested. If there is, review it carefully and see who is contributing to the flames. One more thing, I promised the soldiers of Lingshanwei to exempt their families from taxes on five mu of spiritual land. If we don't take any points now, you can make up the number of mu for the soldiers who lack land according to the roster.

Yan Liang made a brief calculation. Although he felt complicated, the cost was not large and reasonable. At present, he nodded and agreed, "Then I will go back and write a constitution and leave it to the people below. I will also keep an eye on the confessions in the government. As he walked, he went straight into the gate.

After saying goodbye to Yan Liang, Rong Hui only felt that this day was more tiring than 300 rounds of fighting. When the fighting method is still over, these trivial things are endless. He sighed and walked into the "hanging flower door" in his greetings. When he saw Mei Jian welcoming him, he remembered the military camp and said, "The official uniform of three to six military officers, you can ask the 'Weaving Cloud Museum' to help prepare it."

In the "hanging flower door" in front of the main house, Meihai changed her new clothes and was about to salute. She was slightly stunned when she heard the words, so she had to say yes and told Rong Hui: "The old man and the old lady have left you a meal for you to go there."

When Rong Hui knew that the second old man was going to ask Rong Xue in detail, he turned around and nodded and agreed, "I know!" He took a few steps under the lantern and said back, "You should rest early. Don't leave the door for me!" Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly and followed the trend to see the bear rushing up from the pebbles by the lake against the birds. Listening to "chiw" and "woo" echoing each other, one after another, I couldn't help smiling and quickly meeting them.

The next morning, Lu Dahai wore a silk dress and went up the mountain in person to show the ordnance list to Rong Hui. In front of the painting table in the back room of the study, Rong Hui leaned against the chair, holding the brocade book, and read while reading: "Iridium gold willow blade, one or two. Half-arm bamboo silk cover, one or two. Shark skin cloud boots, one or two. Lansi tied a hairband, one or two, is it over?

"Yes!" Lu Dahai laughed and said, "We were wrong at the beginning. Although the magic weapon is good, it is not suitable for 'refiners'. Besides, you gave me nearly 1,000 magic weapons last time, and there are already a lot of them. Although these things look simple, they are just right. What we practice is the skill of splitting and joint attack. We dress too fancy, but it is not conducive to cooperation. This is the best!"

Rong Hui thought so, and he was even more happy to spend less money. He patted his thigh and immediately made a decision: "Okay, add a 'weight-bearing leather belt' for each of you to make up five taels. How about we allocate 30,000 taels for you to add and subtract some necessary magic weapons?

Lu Dahai was full of joy, grinned, stood up and bowed his hand to salute: "I can't ask for it!" After discussing some details, Rong Hui sent him out in person.

The autumn sun was brilliant and the scenery was beautiful. Yan Liang wore a wide-breasted dark clothes and came back from the bottom of the mountain with a yawn. He walked closer and saw Lu Haihai. He quickly greeted him: "General Lu, what a good look!" Report to Rong Hui again: "I have a clue!"

Under the door of the study, Rong Hui and Lu Dahai left, turned around and reached out to invite Yan Liang to enter the room: "What's going on?"

"Yamashita's 'general number' has been exchanged for the old version with the new version of the 'golden ticket'. Everyone is relieved and is queuing up." Yan Liang yawned and said, "The result of the interrogation has also come out, and it was really encouraged. At that time, as soon as Xiaojuan's message came out, someone shouted that the 'Lingshan Gold' had lost its blood and was about to close the door, which caused a wave of rushes.

In the early morning, the Chinese officials arrived one after another. The young people wore square scarves, blue compass collar gowns, and a red ribbon around their waists. When they saw Rong Hui and Yan Liang walking side by side in the porch, they bowed and greeted one after another: "Real person, benefactor."

Yan Liang nodded and returned the salute. He accompanied Rong Hui to the east end of the back room and explained carefully: "I ordered the government gates everywhere to search overnight according to the confession. Most of the houses are empty, but the layout style of those houses is the same, mostly cushions and short. Someone recognized the statue of the Dongying Chamber of Commerce that had just come to the clubhouse in Chendu. Because it was important, I had to calm down and let all the people go. Next, it's time to look at the clues of Miss Xiaojuan.

"Dongying Chamber of Commerce?" Rong Hui was secretly surprised: "Good boy, it's been two years. You won't remember that incident!" He took a deep breath and nodded in agreement: "You did the right thing. Since it involves the 'Dongying Chamber of Commerce', we can't decide casually. You will send someone to monitor it day and night, and you just need to report the situation for the time being.

Yan Liang sighed, picked up the white porcelain cup, took a sip of tea to refresh, and leaned his head in front of the north window and stepped on softly. Rong Hui has been remembering the matter of Qianzhuang. He also brought a cup of tea casually. He walked to the east window and looked at the morning sun and asked, "It's not a big deal if the 'Golden Number' has been losing money like this. What can I do?"

"Open source, save time!" Yan Liang stretched out and closed his eyes and said, "After we opened the house, the group of people in the south who seized the mineral veins also stopped, and they were willing to pay taxes according to the regulations. Now all the gold mines are in our hands again. Because the people were not determined at that time, I built a mine for the miners, stipulating that they should not go down to the mine for more than four hours a day, and the monthly rate should not be less than five taels of silver, and those who have no children are not allowed to go down to the mine. Now the power of the Chen family is also there. Although those outsiders are dissatisfied, they dare not make a mess. However, the price of the mine will not drop in a short time.

"Then there is only throttling!" Rong Hui said, "The little Qianzhuang below is mixed, and it's time to reshuffle the cards. Otherwise, if we let Jinhao accompany them, we will have a Jinshan, which is not enough!"

"Not bad!" Yan Liang nodded and agreed: "After I finished dividing the spiritual vein and drawing the boundary, the major public officials also intended to open a silver account and ask us what we meant. The shopkeeper of Shida means that the big money village outside can come in immediately, and the small money village can't stand at all. It's better to change the rules, support several big banks, and merge all the small banks.

"Eh? This is the way!" Rong Hui thought for a moment and readily agreed: "Aren't we still holding the five components of 'HSBC Qianzhuang'? Anyway, their books are all in the 'golden number'. Call the shopkeepers for a cup of tea, and we will draw the accounts, won't it? Yan Liang thought it was feasible and nodded in agreement.