Since I told Princess Lingya to open a restaurant, I might arouse suspicion if I just sit around doing nothing.
Moreover, by opening a restaurant, I can hide my actions from others.
Therefore, his men really went to prepare for this matter.
Not only did they do it, but they also wanted to make it the biggest.
Within a few days, Qiao Sang had secured a piece of land with the best terrain in the imperial capital and started construction.
Mu Beirong also began to try to get close to the Northern Xinjiang royal family, and the starting point was the fifth prince Huangfu Yin.
Unlike the warlike Huangfu Ji, Huangfu Yin preferred literature, and there were too few talented scholars in Northern Xinjiang.
So he built a teahouse for these literati to communicate with each other.
He would occasionally go there to listen and see.
This is the best opportunity to get close.
After Qiao Sang got Huangfu's seal and went to the Mohist Teahouse today, the people from Makubei Rong were waiting in advance.
Mo Ke Tea House is elegantly decorated, and the tea is exquisite, but the consumption is not high.
However, when entering the door, they have to answer a poem poem specially prepared by the doorman.
This is naturally a piece of cake for them.
Sitting at a table in the corner, listening to the heated debate among a group of literati, Xiao Qingli looked uninterested.
Yao Shu looked over curiously: "Uncle, weren't you quite looking forward to it before?"
Xiao Qingli shook his head slightly: "The people gathered in such a place are not real talents, but a group of utilitarian and rotten people.
They are not mainly interested in pursuing knowledge, but more importantly, they want to attract the attention of the fifth prince. ” While he was talking, the group of people who were spitting just now stopped and approached a man who was walking upstairs: "Fifth Prince, long time no see."
Yao Shu immediately looked over and saw that the person was in his early twenties and had a handsome and delicate appearance.
He didn't know what his usual style was, but he could tell that he was relatively polite to these literati.
Only the three of them sat still, watching Huangfu Yin chatting with these scholars with interest.
Every time Huangfuyin came, he would bring issues to discuss and listen to these people express their opinions.
This time was no exception.
The issue seemed to be a bit sensitive this time, so Huangfuyin called the boy to close the shop.
Huangfu Yin stood on top with a humble and gentle voice: "Do you think that if a country wants to be strong, it must rely on force?
That is, for our northern border, is war or peace the most sensible?"
"Of course it's war."
Someone stood up and said: "What makes a country strong is first of all, having enough food to prevent the people from starving to death.
But in our northern Xinjiang, the land is barren and the weather is cold.
We can't even grow enough food to eat, so how can we be strong?"
Huangfuyin pursed his lips and nodded: "Does anyone else have any insights?"
Another person stood up: "I also believe that we must fight in this world where the strong are born.
Whoever has the ability should enjoy more.
People in the east, west and south are weak and comfortable, but enjoy the best resources.
It is naturally unfair. of" "You're right."
"The weak should prey on the strong, as it should be."
Yao Shu clearly saw the melancholy look on Huangfu Yin's face.
In Northern Xinjiang, even the most powerless literati advocated war.
It seems that it is indeed a deep-rooted thought that has become a kind of thought from generation to generation.
Habit.
While a group of people were having a lively discussion, Xiao Qingli suddenly said: "What have hundreds of years of war brought to Northern Xinjiang?"
The clear and calm voice was like spring water breaking through the hustle and bustle.
It suddenly silenced everyone, and they all turned to look at Xiao Qingli.
Huangfu Yin's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly: "This young master looks unfamiliar."
"Li Xiao."
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Xiao Qingli stood up slowly: "I wonder if the fifth prince would mind hearing some different opinions?"
Huangfu Yin's expression turned out to be one of expectation: "Master, please speak."
Xiao Qingli turned to the literati: "Can anyone answer my question?"
The people who were having a heated discussion just now looked at each other and didn't know how to answer the question.
One person seemed to be very unconvinced and asked, "It's true that I didn't get much in Northern Xinjiang, but if I didn't fight, wouldn't I get nothing at all?"
"But in my opinion, what Northern Xinjiang gains is far less than what it loses."
Xiao Qingli left his seat: "Bei Xinjiang has invested its fighting power.
What is needed for people, money, and food?
Are these just the surface?
That’s all.”
"To put it more deeply, what Northern Xinjiang has lost is the labor force, the men who can cultivate the land to support their families.
But if there is no war, I believe that the food these people create is far more than what they shed blood, waste time and energy to fight to get back.
Then a little bit is much more” "Of course, this is not the most fundamental thing.
The most fundamental thing is that the people of a country are in constant turmoil, their loved ones are in danger, and they don't have enough to eat.
If this continues, the country will only become poorer and more desperate as the war continues."
Huangfu Yin clapped his hands unconsciously: "Young master really has unique insights."
Xiao Qingli looked at Huangfu Yin: "The fact that the fifth prince can ask such a question shows that there are still sane people in this country.
Everyone who has read the history books, can you tell me which country is rich through war?"
Everyone looked ugly, some were deep in thought, and some were dissatisfied: "Even if you say so, can the problem really be solved without fighting?
Even if each family has men and labor force, there is no land in Northern Xinjiang and the output is small.
It will still be the same."
Not enough to eat” "But there are other things in Northern Xinjiang."
Yao Shu said softly: "It's not just food that can be eaten."
"This girl" Huangfu Yin looked at Yao Shu in surprise.
Yao Shu smiled softly: "Mind girl Shuyao, this person asked just now, what should I do if I don't have enough to eat?
I admit that Northern Xinjiang does have a small output and a bad climate.
Even if people come back, they still don't have enough to eat.
But Northern Xinjiang is not like everyone.
There’s nothing you said.”
"At least in my opinion, the handicraft industry in Northern Xinjiang is good, and there are also many cattle and sheep in Northern Xinjiang."
"That's what you want to say."
Perhaps because Yao Shu was a delicate woman, her tone was gentler: "I have these, so what can I do?"
"It's not just food "It's not just food that can be eaten."
Yao Shu took off a string of beads she bought in northern Xinjiang these days: "For example, I like this thing very much.
It looks like it is made of horns, and this thing, There is none in the south.”
Huangfu Yin suddenly raised his voice: "What does the girl want to say?"
Although "trade" Yao Shu is not proficient in this aspect, but with the influence of modern ears and eyes, she also knows the general meaning: "It's that simple to exchange what I have for what you have."
Someone said in disbelief: "What's so rare about this thing?
It's just made of inedible cow and sheep horns."
"It's not rare for you.
It's not rare because it exists.
There are such things all over the street.
Naturally, it seems very common, but don't be too limited."
Yao Shu looked at the bead bracelet: "For those who don't have it, this is It’s just good stuff” Seeing that someone was about to speak again, Yao Shu raised her hand: "You want to say, this can't be eaten or worn, right?"
The man was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Yes."
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"But I bought it."
Yao Shu smiled: "Why did I buy it?
If I was very poor and I couldn't eat enough, of course I wouldn't buy it.
But it's different in the south.
I don't dare to say that every family in the south is rich, but at least, most of them I still have enough food and I don’t have to worry about food and drink.
Isn’t it normal to put my mind on other things?
You are obviously not hungry, but you still think about food all the time.
Is this possible?”
A group of people were speechless and looked at Yao Shu blankly.
"Of course, there's more to Northern Xinjiang than these things, right?
What's not available in Southern Xinjiang, they are all money-making opportunities in Northern Xinjiang that can be exchanged and sold.
These things that you don't look down on can be turned into your rare food."
"On the other hand, war cannot be fought unless the Northern Territory is strong enough to swallow up the Southern Territory in one fell swoop.
But is it possible?
It is impossible.
So if we continue to fight for many more years, in addition to exhaustion and sacrifice, the final result will be that we will never have enough to eat."
"The girl is wise."
Huangfuyin laughed: "It's really refreshing to me that there are not a few people here for nothing today."
"It's just my humble opinion to make the Fifth Prince laugh."
Yao Shu smiled and quietly winked at Mu Beirong.
Huangfu Yin returned to the stage: "My thoughts are the same as those of these people.
Northern Xinjiang cannot continue to fight.
Today, I found these people, and this tea house will not be opened in vain.
However, I am afraid that in the future I rarely make time to come, so if we get together in the future, I’m afraid we’ll have to find other places.”
Everyone was in an uproar: "Fifth Prince" Huangfu Yin smiled and said to Xiao Qingli and others: "Are you interested in coming to the house to talk about it?"
Mu Beirong stood up with a smile: "I can't ask for it."
Huangfuyin's mansion was as elegant and quiet as his own.
It was not luxurious, but comfortable.
Huangfuyin sat down with a few others, sipped tea and said, "I invite you here rashly, but I don't know their identities."
Makubeirong introduced the names of several people once: "We are businessmen who come to Makucheng to do business."
"Mucheng native" Huangfu Yin slightly frowned: "Why do businessmen go to a place where literati meet their guests?"
Yao Shu interjected: "My husband and I are businessmen, and my brother-in-law is a scholar.
I heard that there is such a place in northern Xinjiang, so I was curious to see it."
Huangfu Yin was obviously a little wary: "Really?"
"Is there something wrong?"
Mu Beirong didn't panic: "My uncle is a scholar, so what he talks about is the truth, and we are businessmen, so my wife, she talks about business this time.
When she came to Northern Xinjiang, she She was very interested in these jewelry and thought that if she went to the south to sell them, the business would be booming, so she could think of these."
Huangfu Yin nodded doubtfully: "Although it is from a business point of view, Madam Mu's opinion is indeed feasible and it is really admirable."
"The fifth prince has received the award.
In business, we think this is just a way to make money."
Huangfuyin was a scholar, not to mention Xiao Qingli.
The two actually chatted very enthusiastically.
Mu Beirong and Yao Shu occasionally said a few words, which would make Huangfuyin nod in agreement.
The atmosphere was very warm, and Huangfuyin gradually forgot about it.
Regardless of their identities and being from Mucheng, in his opinion, being like-minded is the most rare thing: