In the busy Jinling City, Jia Cong and Liu Xianglian walked side by side. Now, once they have time to stop, Jia Cong will instruct Liu Xianglian to train the guards, otherwise they will feel insecure because they have political enemies...

There is also the long journeys in ancient times, even merchants had to hire bodyguards.

Walking through a archway in the center of the street, Liu Xianglian said, "Which shop do you want to choose?"

"Fit as you go, choose wherever you go." Jia Cong decided to rest for a few days on the grounds of being tired from the journey. The Jinling official was worried and secretly relaxed.

This place is from the back door of the Jia family in Jinling. After only a few streets, you can see the book shop. Jia Cong walked into the store randomly with a random browsing attitude. These shops didn't know him. He looked for books at the counter, but he did not see his collection of essays.

Of course, Jia Cong was unhappy too.

But his mental age has long passed the stage of activism.

"Shopkeeper, isn't that book "Jia Shan's Collection of Essays during the Audition" sold? Is it sales bad?" Jia Cong found a book "Jianghu Lie New Book" and went to the counter to pay, but he used private money.

The shopkeeper was right in front of his glasses, and he weighed it and weighed it. I don’t know if it was his old eyes or his physical function was not good, but he didn’t even talk about money. Speaking of the collection of essays that Jia Cong reviewed, he sighed: “Jia Zhuangyuan’s books are easy to sell. After all, the first six poems in this dynasty can be used as long as he can guide him and there is no shortage of people to buy them. But Jiangzuo Mongol said... "

Liu Xianglian interjected and asked what Jia Cong wanted to ask: "At best, Jiangzuo League is just a literary club, not a tax-collecting yamen clerk, nor a yamen clerk in charge of punishment. Why don't you make money if you sell yours?"

The shop owner smiled a few times, looking at their eyes as if they were children who couldn't see the world, but the customer was God, so he felt superior. Although he looked down on his heart, he was old-fashioned and said, "You two are not from Jinling, right? No wonder, I don't know the market here."

"I heard from the old man that this Jiangzuo League is the No. 1 Cultural Society of Southern Province, with disciples covering Jiangxi, Jiangsu, and Zhejiang. At least one-third of the Imperial College in Jilong Mountain are their people. For the sake of the first scholar's time writing, he lost so many customers. Didn't he lose the big picture because he lost the sesame and watermelon because of a small loss?"

This is to use capital and business competition to suppress people. Liu Xianglian immediately realized that it was really difficult to offend Jiangzuo League in the Jiangnan market.

What Jia Cong has done in recent years can basically be divided into two lines. One is the public. There is a balance between improving people's livelihood and the officialdom, and the other is private. It makes money reasonably and legally. After all, Jia Cong has a guard of honor, a sedan chair, a guard entourage, and a little wife. These are all fucking money.

But Jia Cong did not focus on Shi's collection of works and obtained a sum of money that was like a thigh, which was also a test in Jiangnan. As for those who resisted him, once he entered the cabinet, they would shut up their mouths in the next step.

No matter how big the Jiangzuo Alliance is, it is not a group of people. At that time, Donglin Fushe turned against each other. For example, Shen Hao and Dong Anguo are all from Jiangnan, but they are still in the same camp as him. How could Jia Cong be afraid of them?

What he was strange at this time was that he obviously gave fake money, and this bookstore also had "Jianghu Li Lan Du Lie New Book", which taught people how to recognize fake money, but the boss who is born with a sense of superiority in this Jinling metropolis cannot recognize it? Isn't the doctor autonomous?

What Jia Cong guessed was that the person who made money in private was too clever.

You should know that the capitals in the Ming Dynasty were flooded with private money and the government could not control them at all.

Jia Cong did not take the gold, silver and private money given by Liu Ting to Zhenjiang Money House, but instead tried it in batches while walking.

The reason he did this was to deepen his understanding of the circulation of money among the people.

Money and grain are the scope of Jia Cong's work, and he is also the experience he has accumulated and learned. Only by fully understanding can he show his strength in the future.

He still knew some common sense about the economy, especially in the ancient times of the small peasant economy, relying solely on the government to issue paper money roughly could not solve the problem. The Ming Dynasty Baochao depreciated again and again and eventually turned into a pile of waste paper. The Ming government did not understand the role of the market economy from top to bottom, including the establishment of the silver standard, and also from exclusion to having to accept it.

While thinking about these questions, a scholar who bought books next to him looked coldly for a while and reminded him lightly: "Although the big book shop is no longer sold, some small book shops still have the collection of Shi Wen of Yushi Jia... They don't care about these..."

Jia Cong didn't care about him at first, but he took a casual look and saw that this man was round and white in his face, about 16 or 17 years old, and his words and deeds were quite aristocratic, but his clothes were a little shabby. Jia Cong was secretly surprised and suspected that this man looked so much like Jia Baoyu!

If this person's clothing was not denied, Jia Cong would hardly have doubted, "Is your surname Zhen?"

Zhen Baoyu's expression was not very good. He hesitated after hearing this, but did not answer, and his eyes were unstable.

Jia Cong smiled and saw that he also had a collection of essays in his heart, and the three words "Jia Shanhai" could be vaguely revealed. "He was suspicious and was understandable."

It seems that after the Zhen family in Jinling was confiscated, Zhen Baoyu's temperament changed drastically, and changed the temper of a playboy, focused on studying eight-legged essays and taking the imperial examination.

In the study of Redology, although Jia Baoyu and Zhen Baoyu are similar everywhere, including family background, name, temperament, age, etc., the final paths of these two people are completely different.

Some books in history have long learned from previous events. The Tang Dynasty's "The Soul-Leaving Record" is divided into two parts, and "Journey to the West" has true and false Wukong.

To put it bluntly, Jia Baoyu and Zhen Baoyu were the conflicts between scholars at that time. Jia Baoyu and Zhen Baoyu merged into each other and were the attendant of Shenying on the Three Lives Stone.

To a certain extent, they are combined, similar to Cao Xueqin.

However, with Jia Cong currently supporting the Jia family, Jia Baoyu can no longer take that down-and-out path.

Although he was wondering why this noble young master knew him, Zhen Baoyu was not easy to talk to. Since his house was searched, he has been cold and experienced the warmth and warmth of human nature. He has no good feelings for the young master of the family who changed his mind when he first saw the wind, so he turned aside.

At this time, the shop picked up a magnifying glass, watched the copper coins for a while, and murmured to himself: "This is good money..."

Jia Cong, who had originally wanted to leave, suddenly stopped, and turned back when he heard this, whispering: "Shop, you dare to collect money if you don't make money by the government?"

"Good money is a good one who recognizes the price but not the official. You can only buy a few dozen cents of money for one chunk of silver. Your money is considered to be a middle-aged and high-ranking one..." The store owner looked at him for a while and said secretly: "I know, if you want to dump it, it's better to come to my house as soon as possible, and there is a dumping shop behind it."

Liu Xianglian twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes were cold, Jia Cong nodded, and the guard behind her was getting stronger.

Dumping shops are nicknames for money shops, and this book shop looks quite a bit of a small backend.

The store owner went back to the manager. It seemed that he was an agent and not a master.

Jia Cong sat in the second hall casually, and before he could see the person hearing the sound of his incense stick, a silver bell-like voice came from outside the door: "Oh! Where is Chaofeng from? I am taking on several big deals today!"

Then a familiar fragrance gust came, and Jia Cong looked up and his face became strange.
Chapter completed!