Qiguan Rang's straightforwardness made Jiang Pengji smile.
She said, "Wenzheng, are you willing to be my right-hand man in your next life?"
The angelic Qiguan Rang fell silent. He frowned as if this was a difficult decision for him.
It was obvious that a promise could make Jiang Pengji happy. This life was this life. Who knew that in the next life, Qiguan Rang would put on a serious expression.
He sighed. "Is it not enough for you to be a slave in this life? Do you want me to be your slave?"
Jiang Pengji was speechless. "Look at you. What did I do to you? Do you want me to be your slave? Can you plow the fields or pull the cart? "
Qiguan Rang thought about the mountain of work that piled up every day. He couldn't help but grieve. "I misspoke. I'm worse than a slave."
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
She had only stood him up for seven to eight years of annual leave. It didn't even add up to two months. He was really resentful.
Qiguan Rang said, "If there's a next life, Rang should be more careful. I can't sell myself for a few hundred taels of silver."
Why did Qiguan Rang fall into Jiang Pengji's trap?
Wasn't the fuse a few hundred taels of silver?
Jiang Pengji was as evil as she was now. She saw Qiguan Rang's potential and bought him for a few hundred taels of silver.
[Mister Wei is looking for a son-in-law, but Wenzheng has no assets. Which do you want to cut?]
At that time, Qiguan Rang was ordered by his teacher to travel thousands of miles to Hejian County to visit Wei Yuan. He wanted to use his connections to see if he could get an empty position in the officialdom. He was considered an official now. Whatever opportunities he had in the officialdom would depend on his own abilities.
Unexpectedly, Wei Yuan's backyard was ruined by Meng Liang's friends. Wei Yuan's eldest daughter was unfortunately affected and lost her chastity. Wei Yuan was worried about his eldest daughter's marriage. He took a liking to Qiguan Rang. Before he could test Qiguan Rang, two uninvited guests climbed over the wall.
It was Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin's appearance that completely disrupted Qiguan Rang's original life trajectory and arrangements.
Once they met, it would be a lifelong mistake.
It had nothing to do with romance or romance. Now that he thought about it, it was still vivid in his mind.
It was impossible to organize a decent wedding without money. Even with his father-in-law, Wei Yuan, secretly subsidizing him, Qiguan Rang was still struggling to make ends meet. Jiang Pengji's actions at that time could be described as "profiting from a burning house." In the end, Qiguan Rang boarded the pirate ship.
His gaze was warm.
Back then, he would never have imagined that the person in front of him would be able to walk so far.
"Send someone to clean up the body." He sheathed the God-Slaying Saber and said, "It's getting late. Do you want to go to the Reception House for a meal?"
Qiguan Rang thought that Jiang Pengji wanted to visit incognito, so he nodded in agreement.
Under Wei Ci's management, the Reception House had opened up throughout the territories under Jiang Pengji's rule. The prices of the food there were targeted at the middle and high income groups. Almost every wealthy family would order a few tables for their weddings and funerals. Naturally, business was good. It was the favorite place of the Old Taotie.
Jiang Pengji also generously made the recipes for home-cooked dishes and some dishes that didn't cost much to make public in order to not squeeze out ordinary restaurants and pubs.
She differentiated the customer groups to minimize the phenomenon of "competing with the people for profits" so that the people could also benefit from it. This method was indeed effective. It greatly increased the flow of people in the surrounding areas. Many merchants liked to open shops near the Reception House. Gradually, the prototype of a business circle was formed.
The Reception House could be considered one of the original contributors to the prosperity of Xiangyang District.
The Reception House was one of the programs for compensating the families of the fallen soldiers. At the same time, it was also the place where corruption and mistakes were most likely to occur.
This program had always been managed by Wei Ci. Even if Qiguan Rang was worried about Wei Ci, he had to admit that Wei Ci did an excellent job.
Not to mention corruption and mistakes, one had to use a magnifying glass to look for flaws.
"Zixiao, you're doing well, right?" Jiang Pengji booked a private room and said with a smile, "The Reception House's business is good."
Qiguan Rang said, "It's more than good. After settling the accounts last year, the net income was 2.2 million strings of coins."
A net profit of 2.2 million strings of coins. After deducting various costs, it was considered a huge profit. He really didn't know where so many gluttons came from.
Not to mention chaotic times, even in prosperous times, it was a monopoly that the court feared.
Other than the Reception House, Wei Ci's storytelling team also earned a lot. On the surface, the benefits were not as good as the Reception House, but the hidden value was terrifying. Wei Ci relied on the manipulation of public opinion to turn thousands of people into Jiang Pengji's diehard fans. Other than promoting Jiang Pengji crazily, Wei Ci also used storybooks to expand the contributions of the female soldiers. He issued official documents of "Honorary Family" to every female soldier's family.
Who wouldn't be excited when a family whose ancestors were peasants were singled out and praised by the officials?
Official documents still used paper as a carrier. In the eyes of ordinary people, their status was equivalent to an imperial edict.
This move indirectly improved the status of women among the people. Even the number and frequency of female babies being abandoned were greatly reduced.
The more capable Wei Ci was, the more Qiguan Rang was afraid of him.
However, he had a discussion with Jiang Pengji previously, so he could only observe Wei Ci in secret.
Earning 2.2 million strings of coins a year, Wei Ci was a business genius who was held back by overtime and the lord.
Jiang Pengji said, "Wenzheng, aren't you curious why Zixiao is so loyal to me?"
Qiguan Rang waved his fan and said unhappily, "There must be something wrong when something is out of the ordinary. We have to guard against it."
Wei Ci was indeed too strange.
Jiang Pengji said, "Wenzheng, do you know where I come from?"
Qiguan Rang shook his head.
Other than knowing that his lord was called Dapanji … No, Jiang Pengji, he didn't know anything else.
However, thinking about it, he knew that his lord was so outstanding now. She must have been a dragon among men in the past.
Jiang Pengji said, "I come from the future 20 or 30 thousand years in the future."
Qiguan Rang was dumbfounded. The fan in his hand hit his face with a slap.
What?
20 or 30 thousand years in the future?
Jiang Pengji said, "I trust Wei Ci so much because he was my lover in his previous life. In this life, he must have forgotten to drink Meng Po's soup."
Qiguan Rang was speechless.
He prided himself on being smart, but he actually didn't think of this?
Jiang Pengji was vague about the main point. She successfully made Qiguan Rang think that Wei Ci also came from 20 or 30 thousand years in the future.
She didn't lie. At most, she didn't say it completely.
"Using history as a mirror, we can see the rise and fall … Does my lord know about the future?"
Jiang Pengji shook her head. She really didn't know.
Even though Jiang Pengji was a poor student of liberal arts, she knew that the historical process of this world was different from that of her world.
"The relevant historical records were all buried in the chaos of war. No one knows what happened in ancient times." Jiang Pengji said, "It's okay if you don't know about history, because I will create my own history. Perhaps this is my responsibility for appearing here."
Qiguan Rang's expression was somewhat blank. "Chaos of war? Chaos of war again? Will there be chaos of war 20 or 30 thousand years in the future? "
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