Xie Heng raised his eyes and said lazily with a smile, "as usual, warm a pot of wine."

"I've already prepared it for you." the jailer who asked turned back and said to the other man, "come on, go and bring the hot wine to general Xie."

The latter hurried to answer. In a twinkling of an eye, he came back with a wine gourd, handed it in from the gap, and respectfully said, "thank you, general, the wine you want."

"Thanks." Xie Heng stretched out his hand and took the wine gourd. He was not in a hurry to drink. He just held the gourd wine in the palm of his hand and looked at it with low eyes.

In the past, the domineering youth was in prison, accompanied by only this pot of wine, but the corners of his lips gradually raised an arc.

Several jailers stood outside the cell and looked at the scene, feeling more and more sad.

General Xie slaughtered the golden cavalry and killed the rebel leader. He was supposed to be a young hero in Royal jade belt standing in the Qionglou of the golden palace. Now he is sitting on a pile of straw in a cold and humid prison. Only this pot of wine can be a little comfort.

A long time later.

Finally, a jailer couldn't help asking, "general Xie, you hold the wine like this every time you order it. What's good about the wine?"

"It's my heart. Without it, it's too hard to live in the dark." Xie Heng smiled and looked sad. He said slowly: "but the broken cell is cold and humid, and there's nowhere to put my love. Only the place in the palm of my hand is clean and peaceful. Who am I holding without it?"

The jailers looked at each other, and one of them said, "what general Xie said is, you have a rest, and the little ones have gone to work."

Xie Heng nodded, indicating that he knew.

It seems that little Yama was born with the momentum of making people bow down and become ministers. After staying in the prison for so many days, he became familiar with the lower gang of prison guards.

He didn't come to prison, but to supervise the work of a group of prison guards.

The footsteps faded away.

The young man held the wine gourd in his arms. The wine was still warm. It spread to his heart through the gourd, and the whole person seemed to warm up.

He half narrowed a pair of Danfeng eyes, looked out of the window in the wind and rain, and gently read, "ah Jiu."

....

At the same time, Nanzhou is known all over the world.

Wen Jiu and Chu Xuan were invited to the elegant room by the world-famous second shopkeeper. As soon as they entered the door, they smelled the fragrance of tea.

Wu Ming, the second shopkeeper in his fifties, sat at the table and drank tea slowly. Seeing them come in, he got up and said, "it's really disrespectful to hear that Wen Xiaocai, the God of wealth in the Bafang City, is coming here."

"You're welcome." Wen Jiu nodded slightly and said with a smile, "I'm here to ask Lord Wu to help collect grain. As for the reward, just ask."

Chu Xuan couldn't help looking at her and said:

When I was in bafangcheng, I didn't see shopkeeper Wen so generous.

Wu Ming asked them to sit down and drink tea. He said with a smile, "there are a lot of grain stores in Nanzhou. If shopkeeper Wen wants to collect grain, he can't find them. You came all the way to find me, can you..."

"I want all the rice grain in the south of the Yangtze River." Wen Jiu took a sip of tea with a cup of tea.

"All the rice? Is shopkeeper Wen kidding?" Wu Ming was surprised.

The second shopkeeper known all over the world has lived for more than 50 years and has never seen such a girl who doesn't take silver as silver.

Chu Xuan was also a little confused. He came to Wen Jiu's ear and said, "shopkeeper Wen... Don't you think about it? The rice grain produced in Jiangnan every year is enough to feed half of the people of Dayan!"

Warm wine lifted his eyes and said faintly, "if shopkeeper Wu has a way to get it to the north, I can take it together."

Wu Ming and Chu Xuan were speechless: "

Chu Xuan said in his heart: I really haven't seen anything in the world. I underestimated what Wen Caishen meant by fighting for my family and life.

After a while.

Wu Mingcai calmed down and smiled reluctantly. "Shopkeeper Wen laughed. There are many dignitaries in the north, and the world's known hand is not as far away. In addition, Jiang'an suffered a catastrophe last year. This year's harvest in Nanzhou is not good. There are not many rice grains in major grain stores, and the price has also risen. Many people have collected grain these days. Shopkeeper Wen is afraid of some difficulties if he wants to collect them all."

"It's not difficult to have shopkeeper Wu here." Wenjiu smiled lightly, dialed the heavy and floating tea, gently blew the hot air, drank a fragrant tea, and his teeth and cheeks smelled.

Wu Ming looked at her and said with a smile, "shopkeeper Wen thinks highly of me."

It was the first time that the sixteen or seventeen little girl met him, but she seemed to know everything. She was calm and unusual.

"The world knows that the young master has been traveling abroad for many years. Shopkeeper Wu takes care of all the big and small affairs here. If you can't do it, no one else in Nanzhou can do it." Wen Jiu looks up at him with a smile in his ink like eyes. "I hope shopkeeper Wu can help me this time. I will have a lot of money to thank you for this success."

Wu Ming was more and more surprised. His eyes were full of confusion: where did the girl come from?

Even if the world knows that the young Lord is absent for a long time, he takes care of all the things up and down?

Wu Ming couldn't understand it. After a while, he said, "what do you want so much rice? It's not a famine now. If it's rotten in his hand, it's a business without return."

Warm wine, a slight meal, and then said, "save people."

"Save who?" Wu Ming was even more surprised. When he asked, he was surprised that his words were superfluous.

Just for a moment.

The smile on Wenjiu's mouth faded, leaving only three or two points. Only those apricot eyes became more and more dark as ink, "can protect the peace of thousands of people in Dayan."

"You mean... General Xie?" Wu Ming suddenly reacted. He couldn't help looking at the warm wine more, lowered his voice and asked, "are you doing this for general Xie Heng?"

Warm wine droops eyes and gathers all emotions, and the hands on the sleeves are gently closed.

She didn't answer, but asked Wu Ming, "what does shopkeeper Wu think of this?"

Chu Xuan listened to them and jumped from the rice grain in the South and north to Xie Xiaoyan, thinking about it in his heart.

He was immediately startled.

If shopkeeper Wen is from the Xie family and she calls the fourth brother Xie Wanjin, isn't their eldest brother... The frightening Xie Xiaoyan in the imperial capital?

Chu Xuan looked up at Wen wine again. His eyes were not quite right.

Wen Jiu didn't have time to think about what he was thinking. Wu Ming didn't speak and didn't know what he was hesitating about.

Just as she was about to speak, Wu Ming suddenly preempted, "is there a deadline?"

Wenjiu said, "ten days."

Wu Ming thought, "I'm afraid it's a little difficult."

Thinking of this step, it is obviously time to do it.

Wen Jiu said with a smile, "anyone who has poured out his surplus food to help me this time can sign a ten-year contract with him. In these ten years, I will buy all the rice they produce. In both good and bad years, Wen will collect all the rice according to the order and never break the contract."

Wu Ming looked slightly surprised. "Is that true?"

Nowadays, the market in this world is bad. You don't earn much in any business, but you don't lose money. Most of these grain stores in the South have their own sales. It's really difficult to harvest all of them, but if there is a ten-year contract to warm wine, it's different. It is said that wealth and honor are in danger, but if you can make money steadily, who wouldn't want to?

"Nature is serious." Wenjiu took out his private seal from his sleeve and said with a slight smile: "it can be documented!"