Ji family meeting hall.

Ji Lianqi, who was originally very calm, became a bit gloomy after receiving a letter from outside.

"Master Jiang, something happened."

Ji Lianqi placed the letter in front of Zi Yan's table.

"Something happened? Is there anything else happening in the Ji family now that you can't handle?" Zi Yan asked in surprise.

"The Ji family's caravan was robbed in Yinshan in the west, and hundreds of people were killed by horse thieves." Ji Lianqi tightened his hands, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

"The Yinshan Mountains in the west... that is the territory of the Daxia people. They and us Daqi people have always been on the same page. There has been no war for at least more than 20 years. How could there be such a big horse thief?" Zi

Smoke also became a little doubtful.

"This time the Ji family's caravan is transporting Daqi tea and porcelain to Daxia. Dozens of countries in the Western Region have made reservations in advance. This trip not only resulted in the loss of the caravan and a large amount of property, but also

The important thing is that I also broke my trust with the Western Region countries and the people of Daxia..."

"If we can't solve it, at least half of the Ji family will collapse." Ji Lianqi likes to fight and kill, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know what the Ji family's biggest business is.

If it were not for the trade with the countries in the Western Regions, the Ji family would be nothing more than a rich man.

Daqi has great restrictions on businessmen purchasing land. There are limits, and no more than a certain amount is allowed. Therefore, commercial houses must continue to operate, and it is impossible to reduce risks by hoarding land.

"How far is it from Yinshan to Sixiang City?" Zi Yan said.

"Our Ji family has a map. The map is drawn and is in the owner's house."

Ji Lianqi stood up and whispered to Ji Hongbao, asking him to take the others to leave first. This meeting will end here, and the others will proceed as previously discussed. As for the news just now, it is to be blocked.

Those who got up cannot be announced to the public for the time being, so as not to cause panic to the Ji family.

The house of the head of the Ji family was located inside. After entering, Ji Lianqi pulled down the cloth on the wall, revealing a map inside.

From Zi Yan's perspective, the map was a little rough.

In the Zhongyong Hou Mansion in the capital, Zi Yan had seen the map drawn by Yang Ruoqing. It had a scale and detailed illustrations, and that was called a map. But this kind of map that only drew outlines could not be called a map.

"Young Master Jiang, look, Silver Mountain is here. According to the legend of the Daxia people, there was once a god who was enshrined by the Daxia people. In order to repay the piety of the ancestors of the Daxia people, he turned the local mountains into silver and the rivers into milk.

Later, the ancestors of the Daxia people were too greedy and wanted to pursue the immortality of the gods. In order to punish the ancestors of the Daxia people, the gods took back their magical powers and changed Yinshan and the river back to their original state. However, the original name of Yinshan was lost.

People call it Yinshan." Ji Lianqi briefly told some stories about Yinshan.

Of course, no matter how absurd those stories are, it can be seen from the stories that for the people of Daxia in the Western Regions, this Yinshan Mountain is an extremely important mountain and enjoys a lofty status among them.

"Young Master Jiang, this matter is very strange. Logically speaking, the nearby Daxia tribes are all on good terms with our Ji family. It is unlikely that they will let horse thieves run rampant. Otherwise, the Ji family would not use only such a small amount of force to protect us." Ji Lianqi

His face was very serious.

If this route was not perfect, how could the Ji family send a caravan to pass through that place? They had been traveling there for many years without incident.

"These days, a new round of snow season is coming near Yinshan, so our Ji family's caravan takes this opportunity to make one last fortune... and then they will stay in the Daxia tribe until the spring of next year, where the ice and snow will come.

Melt and come back." Ji Lianqi said.

"Who is in charge of the caravan?" Zi Yan put her finger on the map and moved all the way from Sixiang City to the vicinity of Yinshan.

The area near Yinshan is painted with silver powder, and the word "silver" is written on it in a special font.

"It should be Miss Situ Feiyu... She is our Ji family's business genius." Ji Lianqi thought for a while and said.

"Where is she now?"

"In Qianji City near Yinshan, the Ji family's caravan from the Western Regions has been stationed there for a long time." Ji Lianqi said.

"Send a message to Situ Feiyu and ask her to stay still, reduce her manpower, and secretly search for the horse thieves. When spring comes, I will come up with a solution." Zi Yan stared at the location of Yinshan, in a daze.

"Master Jiang, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering, is there any silver in this Yinshan Mountain? In addition to silver, is there gold, silver, copper and iron ore..."

Everyone who has left the Zhongyonghou Mansion and is working outside has a secret mission, which is to find suitable mineral veins.

Ever since the Science and Technology Garden under Yang Ruoqing renovated the furnace for smelting steel, the speed of forging steel has been greatly increased, and the demand for steel has also increased a lot.

"That's not clear. Young Master Jiang can ask Situ Feiyu."

"We'll go there after we finish our business in Sixiang City. There's no rush."

"What are the arrangements for the Zen retreat and Tao retreat now?" Zi Yan said.

"I've already asked people to arrange it. It's in the name of the Ji family. Both the Buddhist and Taoist families in Sixiang City will give me some thin noodles. The meditation meeting was held first. It has just been arranged and I haven't received any response yet.

." Ji Lianqi said.

"Well, I will stay in Ji's VIP Building for the next few days, and Piao Xiang will receive me," Zi Yan said.

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"Amitabha, it's snowing!"

The monk Qi Ku, who was wearing a thin cassock, stood under the eaves of the courtyard with his hands clasped together, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky outside, and frowning.

"Master, Master, I'm hungry!"

A young monk walked out of the house. He was only seven or eight years old. He was very thin and his eyes were wide open. He touched his belly and screamed weakly.

"Qixi, Master, there is nothing we can do. No pilgrims have come to our temple for a month. How can we eat in this temple without incense? If we hadn't stored a batch of grains years ago, we would have gone to see Tathagata Buddha in advance.

." Qiku drooped his face, looking a little bitter.

There is no way, their Yunxia Temple is too remote, there are not many people nearby, let alone pilgrims.

Occasionally, a few or two from nearby villages would come to pay homage to the gods and Buddhas with some rice and noodles, but this was rare.

More often than not, it was Qi Ku who took Qi Xi down the mountain to ask for alms.

But it's such a cold day, it's freezing outside, how can we find a way to achieve this?

Qixi only drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, and before noon, her stomach was already growling with hunger.
Chapter completed!