Please give me a monthly ticket!]

Send him to Zonghui and Gao Gongji.

The Queen Mother couldn't help but blame her a little.

"Brother Six, you are so kind to your compatriots!" Xiang said to the Queen Mother: "They are already extremely wealthy. Brother Six will no longer need to take care of and favor them like this!"

"Otherwise, the literati and ministers in the outer court will say that the mother-in-law and queen mother are not strict in controlling the family and are harming the country..."

"Oh..." Zhao Xu nodded and said seriously: "I understand, Queen Mother, just this once!"

He nodded to the Queen Mother and did not take this matter to heart.

After all, Sixth Brother was young and had such a pure and benevolent nature. He couldn't bear to see the people suffering from the cold, so he begged himself to send a benevolent edict, and the life stone had to go to find kapok seeds.

But kapok is only grown in large quantities in Lingnan, and there are very few in Bianjing City. Most of them are used as ornamental plants.

Shi Deyi searched for several days before finally finding dozens of kilograms of seeds in the inner treasury and the Kaifeng Mansion's warehouse.

When the Empress Dowager saw that it only weighed a few dozen pounds, she decided to follow the child's wishes.

After all, how many acres can be planted with dozens of kilograms of seeds?

Not to mention whether it can be farmed, even if Xiang Zonghui and the others can farm, how much output can they produce?

Can you weave a hundred pieces of Jibei cloth?

How could the Empress Dowager figure out the trivial matters of a few hundred thousand dollars?

Just treat it as a toy made for Brother Six that he likes!

Thinking of this, Queen Mother Xiang could not help but feel pity for this child again.

The children next to me, at Sixth Brother's age, just want to play.

It’s rare that Sixth Brother is not only sensible, smart, handsome and filial, but he also doesn’t even look at those playthings.

Even the sensible concubine of Baoci Palace often sighs: "The ancestors bless us, the Bodhisattvas bless us, and our country is lucky to have a wise king!"

But how did the Empress Dowager know that modern countries provide generous subsidies to cultivate industries?

What's more, it's impossible for Zhao Xu to suffer.

The market price of a piece of Jibei cloth is at least twenty or thirty guan!

When it’s expensive, you can’t afford it even with fifty guan.

Sanguan collects the raw materials, weaves them into Jibei cloth, and the profits are ten times higher when resold!

As for the loom or something?

Will Shen Kuo not be able to enter Beijing soon?

The one who can do the hard work will get the job.

What Empress Dowager Xiang never expected was that his good brothers Xiang Zonghui and Gao Gongji would leave the imperial city and rush straight to the noble houses.

Taking the kapok seeds that Ouchi brought out, he went from house to house and asked.

Who has seen this thing? Where is it? We want it!

Don't ask us what we want it to do?

I just ask if there is any and whether I can give it to you.

So the two guys quickly found a large amount of kapok seeds each.

Soon, they no longer had dozens of kilograms of kapok seeds.

But several hundred kilograms! (Although most of them are out of town and need time to be adjusted, what does it matter?)

This was because they were worried that the Xihe road seeds would not survive, so they only tasted it briefly and did not send people to search in the south. They only searched near Bianjing.

If we can farm... we will send people to Lingnan next year!

The Daxing Emperor's treasury contained at least tens of millions of copper coins, gold and silver.

They are not greedy, so asking for hundreds of thousands of dollars is not an exaggeration, right?

…

Not to mention the actions of Xiang Zonghui and Gao Gongji in Bianjing City.

This afternoon, after Zhao Xu woke up from his nap, he took a walk in the backyard of Funing Palace as usual. He also took a basking in the sun and replenished his vitamins.

Feng Jing came to him quietly and whispered: "Everyone, Yan Jidao entered Beijing today!"

"Oh..." Zhao Xu just nodded.

It was just a casual move, and it was mostly in bad taste.

After all, a person's success depends not only on the general trend of the times, but also on his own personal efforts.

Yan Jidao has been living outside for so many years and has experienced the ups and downs of human relationships. If he can cheer up and rely on his efforts, he can come to Zhao Xu.

Then Zhao Xu would be happy to give him a chance to take revenge in person.

Let him in Luoyang deal with those who once looked down on him and humiliated him.

But if he returns to Bianjing and still looks like the libertine and wants to be a contemporary Liu Sanbian, then so be it.

After all, the national holy pilgrimage also needs embellishment by romantic literati.

When Yan Jidao returned to the capital, even if Zhao Xu favored him and promoted him specially in the name of admiring the old prime minister, he could only be a selector, and it was nothing more than the difference between the seventh level of the selector given to him by the Ministry of Personnel.

There were already many redundant officials in the Song Dynasty. One more Yan Jidao would not be too much, and one less Yan Jidao would not be too much either.

Seeing that Zhao Xu didn't respond, Feng Jing immediately changed the subject: "Everyone, I heard from someone in the imperial kitchen that Wang Shen seems to be dead..."

"Oh..." Zhao Xu raised his head: "Are you dying now?"

Feng Jing immediately lowered his head.

What do you mean?

You thought Wang Shen didn't die last time, but this time you thought it was too late?

This Wang family is really unlucky!

Feng Jing could only continue to change the topic: "In addition, I also heard that it seems that tomorrow the first batch of stacking yards of the Embankment Department will be purchased at the old city Yiwu Office..."

"Right now, it is said that there is a long queue outside the Municipal Yiwu Office in Taipingfang...many big households in Bianjing have sent their servants to guard the opening..."

Only then did Zhao Xu become more interested and asked: "Who will the capital send to preside over the purchase?"

"I heard it's Jia Zhongmin, a member of the driving department..."

"Oh!" Zhao Xu nodded.

This is a capable official! He is also capable of getting things done.

In the early years of Shaosheng's reign, he was the one who promoted the rebuilt Ditan Division and Qingbian Division.

Under his leadership, the Embankment Division and Qingbian Division were quickly rebuilt and quickly restored their past appearance.

Nine hundred years later, Bianjing City has been buried deep underground.

But something that Jia Zhongmin supervised was dug out of the ground by later generations.

It’s the Haima Stone Wall at the ruins on the east bank of Zhouqiao!

In modern times, Zhao Xu even visited the unearthed site and was amazed and amazed.

However, this person's background is quite complicated.

Jia Zhongmin was a member of the Jia family after the prime minister Jia Changchao during the Renmiao period.

This Jia family is very interesting.

Half joined the old party and became pawns of the old party, and the other half joined the new party and became pawns of the new party.

The final result was that while the big boss was chatting and laughing, a casual move caused heavy casualties to the people below.

Unfortunately for the Jia family, because they were on the front line of the battle, a large area was shot at.

Jia Zhongmin is one of the few survivors, a player with both luck and strength.

However, Jia Zhongmin's luck seemed to have run out after Zhao Xu's death. Because he was too close to Zhang Dun, he was frantically suppressed and attacked, and his later life was miserable.

Nowadays, Jia Zhongmin is in charge of the purchase affairs, and Zhao Xu feels that he will not be taken advantage of by those big players.

…

Yan Jidao led his horse and strolled through the streets of Bianjing that were once familiar but now extremely unfamiliar.

He looked at both sides of the Bianhe River, still crowded with people.

It's a pity that no one knows about him anymore, let alone recognizes him.

The Yameni back then was now so depressed that there was no place to stay in this huge city of Bianjing.

Is the only option to go to the hotel store?

Looking at the restaurants lined up on both sides of the Bianhe River.
To be continued...