Yang Ling sent away Feng Gong, the God of Wealth, and stood in the central hall in a daze for a long time. 'God is so kind to me. Even the city walls can't stop my luck. I can't believe that such a natural business genius was sent to me out of nowhere. If it weren't for the fact that merchants were the untouchables in this era, I'm afraid Yu Yong would have abandoned his official position and become a businessman.'
Yang Ling didn't think as far as Yu Yong, but Yu Yong provided this idea and made such a grand blueprint, which induced him to think of a higher goal than Yu Yong's suggestion.
Yu Yong was right. Over time, with the power and convenience of the inner factory, he could indeed make a lot of money, and at the same time build a huge and pervasive intelligence network. But the more profound meaning was that if such a huge and convenient transportation network was really built, the resources of the whole country could be mobilized, and the areas that urgently needed these resources could develop rapidly. And the areas that provided resources, due to the convenience of circulation, would slowly lose the advantage of purely relying on raw materials to make huge profits, and the people would be driven by economic interests to seek bigger and better ways to make profits.
The development of commerce had the greatest effect on the promotion of industry. With a series of chain reactions caused by transportation, it would unknowingly promote the industrialization of the whole Ming Destiny.
This process couldn't be seen in a day, but it could produce great power in the slow process. When it was linked to the interests of the majority of the people in power, then the parts of the current political system that hindered the economic development would be changed without any suspense. Even the emperor could not stop this trend.
Wouldn't the ideal that he once dreamed of be realized? This was like wearing out iron shoes in fruitless searching, only to find it by chance. Who would have thought that a series of political, economic, and cultural reforms that were impossible in the current environment would start from a carriage and horse shop?
When the whole ruling class became the biggest beneficiary of the new economy, when they tasted the sweetness … would they still be the stumbling block of history? Or would they become the positive force that pushed the development of history?
In the course of history, there would always be a group of elites who gradually degenerated into obstacles that hindered the progress of society with the development of society. Therefore, those who attached too much importance to Daoism could be temporarily cast aside. If he could take the first step and pull the members of the royal family who valued money more than fame into the army of opening factories, then … how many people would be influenced by these members of the royal family? Many of the sons and nephews of these aristocratic families were involved in politics, the military, or even the government. Under the influence of their families … Yang Ling felt a surge of excitement as he thought about this. Of course, these things could not be done so quickly. Even if he wanted to turn the internal factory into the largest distribution company in the country, it would not be something that could be accomplished in a year or two.
However, Yang Ling knew that if there was someone like him who knew the direction of development to push it forward, then after one year of transportation and three years of "corrupting and roping", a new power group would be formed in the court in ten years, which would be enough to compete with the conservative forces.
Moreover, at that time, no one can destroy this power. With the development of time, its advanced side is bound to give it more and more power advantage. History will change because of this.
But … what if there was no him? Yang Ling slowly walked to the flower bed and sat down. A few busy bees were wriggling on the pistils. Yang Ling stared blankly for a long time, and his eyes gradually brightened: Flowers bloom and wilt have their own rules, how could the development of history not have its own rules?
Even if there was no his existence in history, things that should appear would still show their budding. He was not the inventor, but he discovered this existing rule in advance. As long as he was alive, as long as he did his best to promote its development, it was tantamount to inserting a new direction in the original development rule of history, opening up a new road, and planting a seed of completely different ideas in the conservative bureaucratic forces. Even if there was no prophet here, there would be people who would continue to walk along its natural rules. Until it gathered into an unstoppable huge torrent.
And because of his appearance, this process would be brought forward and faster. Yang Ling could imagine that because of his appearance, the course of Ming Destiny, this huge ship, would change a little. The change was so insignificant, but it was this little change that would make the rudder of the huge ship change its course greatly.
A little difference could lead to a great difference. When this huge ship sailed through the long river of history for decades, what earth-shaking changes would it undergo?
Thinking of this, Yang Ling had forgotten his personal grievances. He knew that with the power of one person, it was impossible to achieve this goal by making enemies of the world. This cake could not be eaten by Yang Ling, nor could the Inner Factory, so he had to contact all possible forces to participate.
Dongchang, the West Factory, and the Imperial Bodyguard were power groups that could accept this idea more easily than the officials of the court. If he could pull them to his side, the Three Factories and One Guard would be enough to compete with the civil officials. Moreover, the civil officials might not all be old and stupid.
In order to unite the Three Factions and One Guard, he had to fight first and then pull them in. At the very least, people like Wang Yue and Fan Ting would not be able to understand his way of thinking, nor would they be able to accept it. These people had to be suppressed and replaced by a group of people who were "only interested in profit". The Great Ming Dynasty did not lack talented people who were complacent and complacent, but they lacked talented people who were filled with ambition.
The more Yang Ling thought about it, the more excited he became. He did not even notice Liu Biao walking in front of him. Liu Biao saw Daren sitting on the stone steps, staring at a bright flower in a daze. Sometimes his eyebrows danced, sometimes he frowned in thought. He did not dare to disturb him and only walked to the side to wait.
Yang Ling thought for a long time and suddenly felt someone approaching. He raised his head and saw that it was Liu Biao. He could not help smiling and said, "Liu Biao, go back to the camp now and start preparing. Tomorrow, I will ask His Majesty to move the Left Sentry Camp back from Tailing. The sooner the better. "
Liu Biao saw that he was in high spirits and was very excited. He hurriedly agreed and hurried back to the camp.
When Han Youniang heard that her husband had returned, she saw that it was already past noon. Afraid that he had not eaten yet, she hurriedly put on an apron and personally made a bowl of dumpling soup. She made four poached eggs and put some sesame oil on them to dry. But after waiting for a long time, he still did not come back. She had a little servant girl come to the central hall to take a look. Only then did she know that her husband was busy with official business. She sat in the room and waited.
The cicadas were chirping tirelessly outside the window. Although the doors and windows of the bedroom were open, the weather was so stuffy that there was not even a trace of wind. The day before, Han Youniang had woken up to go to the Imperial Palace in the middle of the night. When she came back last night, she was busy with the etiquette of her two younger sisters entering the door. She was really tired. As she waited, she held her chin and unconsciously dozed off.
Yang Ling excitedly walked back to the bedroom and saw that only Young-niang was sitting in the room. She had her chin in her hands and her eyes were drooping. She looked cute and innocent. He hurriedly lightened his footsteps and slowly walked in front of her.
She was sixteen or seventeen, just like a peony. Although Han Youniang was already married, she still looked like a little girl. Her eyelashes were drooping, and her red lips were plump and moving, as if she was making a silent invitation to her husband.
Yang Ling quietly leaned over and stole a kiss. Han Youniang was dozing off in a daze when she suddenly felt someone kiss her little mouth. This was not a small matter. Han Youniang was so startled that she opened her eyes and raised her small fists reflexively.
Yang Ling had long known what kind of lethality this Lady of the Honorary Title could have, so his sneak attack was successful. He immediately stepped back and fled to the door. He said with a smile, "Don't hit me, don't hit me. If you hurt me, I'll feel sorry for you."
When Han Youniang saw that it was her husband, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She touched her lips and said angrily, "Look at you. You don't look like a master at all. You're a joke."
Yang Ling said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? Whoever puts on airs in front of his wife is sick. "He came over and sat next to Young-niang. He said," Young-niang, I have something to discuss with you. "
Han Youniang pushed a bowl over, opened the lid, and handed over a pair of chopsticks. "It's still warm. You should eat something first. Aren't you in charge of everything at home? What else do you want to discuss? "
Yang Ling took the chopsticks and picked up a steaming hot and fragrant poached egg. He took a bite and said vaguely, "I should have told you about this, Young-niang. The Left Sentry Camp will soon be withdrawn to the capital and will be incorporated into the Editing factory. I don't want father-in-law and the others to work in the factory anymore."
Han Youniang became nervous when she heard this. She hurriedly asked, "Husband, but... but Father and Big Brother don't work hard?"
"Huh? Hey! What are you thinking about in that little head of yours? " Yang Ling raised his chopsticks and affectionately knocked on Young-niang's head. He said, "Young-niang, the factory guards are the masters who shake the world with a stomp. You say that they are powerful, and it's true, but their reputation is not good. I don't want them to have any dealings with the factory guards.
Besides... Eldest Sister-in-law is a dull person. It's rare for her to be with you. Staying at home all day is no different from being in prison. Big Brother has a family and it's not appropriate for him to run around outside. Later, I will ask Jiao Daren of the Ministry of Appointments to help him find an official position in the Ministry of Punishments. After settling down in the capital, husband and wife can also live together.
Second Brother is fond of martial arts and likes to stay in the army. I'm going to transfer him to Southern Zhili. As for father-in-law and younger brother, I don't want them to have anything to do with the government. Don't worry, I have my reasons for doing this. It's for our family. Do you understand? "
Han Youniang didn't really understand, but after listening to his explanation, she believed that Yang Ling had good intentions for his father and brother. Yang Ling was preparing to do something big, so he naturally had to make arrangements for his retreat. He had his eldest brother go to the yamen, his second brother stay in the army, and his father-in-law and younger brother buy some wine shops and inns. This would allow the Han family to have some local property. In this way, even if his career fell, as long as it wasn't the great crime of rebelling against the ruler, his family and relatives wouldn't be implicated. He naturally couldn't tell Young-niang about this painstaking effort.
Yang Ling chatted with Young-niang as he ate. At this time, Gao Wenxin walked in from outside with a plate. She placed the plate on the table and bowed to Yang Ling. She said, "Master has returned at the right time. This servant has prepared some medicine to strengthen the body according to the ancient prescription and has been waiting for your return. Master has been busy with work all day. Taking this medicine every day will be very beneficial to the body. Please take it while it's hot. "
Yang Ling knew that the so-called strengthening medicine must be the prescription she used to treat infertility. He took the cup and drank a mouthful. He almost spat it out. He said with a bitter face, "Do I have to drink such bitter medicine every day? Can it be made into pills? I can swallow one pill at a time. This is too bitter. "
Gao Wenxin held back her smile and said, "This servant is muddle-headed. I finished it in a hurry today and haven't had time to make it into pills. Master, please take it first. This servant will make it when I get back."
Yang Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink the bitter medicine. He then hurriedly rinsed his mouth. Gao Wenxin took out a cloth roll and spread it on the table. There was a row of densely packed silver needles on it. Gao Wenxin said unnaturally, "Master, please lie down on the bed. Take off your clothes and reveal … reveal your back. This servant still needs to give you acupuncture."
Yang Ling didn't mind being naked in front of the female doctor. However, the customs of this time were different from the modern world. He had to avoid it. He couldn't help but embarrassedly said, "This … isn't it inconvenient? Can't I just take medicine? There's nothing wrong with me. At most … At most, the body of a scholar is a little weak. "
Gao Wenxin put on a straight face and said, "Of course, master is not sick. But there is no taboo in treating illnesses. Master, don't worry. It won't hurt at all."
"Uh … not sick … there is no taboo in treating illnesses?" Yang Ling was confused. Fortunately, Young-niang was also in the room. It was less awkward. He got up and walked to the bed. He lay down and lifted his robe to reveal his back. Gao Wenxin sat by the bed and picked up the silver needles. She inserted them into his back one by one. Every time she pulled out a needle, she gently massaged the acupuncture points with her fingers.
When she was inserting the needles, Yang Ling didn't even feel sore or numb. Instead, when she used her slender fingers to massage the acupuncture points, he felt sore and hot. After a while, he heard Gao Wenxin softly say to Han Youniang, "Madam, please … please remove the master's clothes a little more."
"Huh?" Before Yang Ling could object, Han Youniang, who had already heard Gao Wenxin talk about acupuncture points, had already pulled his pants. Yang Ling's pink and tender buttocks were exposed. Yang Ling was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to let out a fart. Hmm … he really didn't dare to let out a fart!
Gao Wenxin's fair, jade-like face was now purple with a hint of black. Her blood vessels were in danger of bursting. She took a deep breath and quickly picked up a thicker silver needle. She aimed at the correct position and twisted it to insert it into Yang Ling's tailbone. She turned her head to Han Youniang and said, "Madam, please twist the silver needle carefully until Master feels … feels uncomfortable."
What do you mean by feeling uncomfortable? Yang Ling was puzzled. Han Youniang timidly said, "I … I don't dare to do it. Father said that acupuncture points can't be touched randomly. If it's light, it can cripple him. If it's heavy, it can kill him. Sister, you do it."
Gao Wenxin had no choice but to turn around and pinch the silver needle with two fingers. Her other three fingers were slightly shaking in a rhythm.
Yang Ling only felt that the place where the needle landed was sore and numb. However, his whole body was incomparably comfortable. It was as if he was being massaged. Immediately, a wave of heat rushed from the tailbone and perineum to the root of his yang. At first, he forced himself to endure it. After a while, it was like a pillar supporting the sky. Fortunately, he was lying on the bed and covered the ugly thing. Only now did Yang Ling understand what it meant to feel uncomfortable. He hurriedly said, "Uncomfortable, uncomfortable. Husband is uncomfortable. Hmm, master is uncomfortable."
Miss Gao couldn't help but pull out the needle in embarrassment. Han Youniang did not dare to be careless when it came to the most important matter of the Yang Family. She saw that there seemed to be a process missing and quickly asked, "Sister Wen Xin, don't you need a massage?"
Gao Wenxin stammered, "I have to massage. This is not dangerous. I just need to identify the acupuncture points. Madam … Madam should do it."
Han Youniang then remembered that it was indeed a little embarrassing to be massaged. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled. She said to Yang Ling, "Husband, don't move. Young-niang will massage you first."
How would Yang Ling dare to move? He had not stopped shaking his head and tail. He didn't dare to get up. He just lay there thinking, "Daily treatment? Uh … In the future … I want to bathe every day. I must bathe every day … "
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The hot and stuffy weather was swept away. In the evening, there was a sudden gust of wind and a heavy rain. The rain came and went quickly. Although it was a heavy downpour, it only stopped after less than an hour. After the clouds and rain stopped, there were only a few beautiful rays of sunset in the blue sky.
The lotus leaves in the pond of the Yang Family looked like a jade plate that had been washed with water. A few frogs squatted on it and sang happily. The delicate and beautiful lotus buds were still dripping with crystal clear water droplets, causing slight ripples on the surface of the water. The stem of the lotus leaves was covered with a layer of fuzzy mist, giving off a refreshing feeling.
Two little maids sat on the stone railings of the winding corridor that had been washed clean. Their legs swayed on the water surface and they chewed their tongues. One of the maids in green said, "Master wants to enter the bridal chamber tonight, but the weather is so hot that he sweats every two steps. Don't think that Madame Yu and Madame Xue are as beautiful as fairies, but I'm afraid Master doesn't have the mood to move. Look, the Heavens have sent a timely rain. If you ask me, our master is the God of Fortune from the Heavens, nobody can compare to him."
The other little girl with freckles on her face giggled and said, "Oh, what do you mean by not moving? Sister Cui'er seems to know everything. Quickly confess, how do you know these things? "
The little maid in green let out an "Aiya" and shyly played with her. She said unwillingly, "Only you don't understand. You don't understand. How do you understand when I say it? I'm afraid that you are in love, that's why you picked this topic to talk about. Tell me, have you ever dreamed of … hmph hmph hmph? "
The two maids' giggling startled the majestic Toad General with its bulging belly. It stared with its frog eyes and cautiously looked around. With a stomp of its hind legs, it croaked and dived into the clear pond.
Yang Ling, who was blessed by the heavens, was sitting in the study room drinking tea. Ever since dinner, Yutang Chun and Sheridan shyly bowed to their master and offered tea to their mistress before escaping back to their room, Yang Ling had been sitting in the study room drinking tea. Tonight, he had already drunk two pots of tea and went to the toilet six times.
After dinner, he first awkwardly paced back and forth in front of Han Youniang's closed door for a while. Then, he ran to Yutang Chun and Sheridan's door and stood guard for a while. Finally, he wandered into the study room to drink tea.
It was an indisputable fact that the two women had married into the family. Yang Ling's hesitation was not because he was putting on an act in front of Young-niang. It was just that although he had accepted this fact in his heart, the education and influence he had received since he was young were deeply rooted in his heart. It was not so easy to break this layer of defense in his heart and enjoy the happiness of having a house full of wives and concubines with a clear conscience.
Seeing that it was getting late, he had already married into the family and become his wife. How could he continue to be unreasonable? Yang Ling braced himself and went to the front of the two's room again. He looked left and right like a thief, not knowing whose door to enter first. Suddenly, he heard a 'dang lang' sound from Yutang Chun's room.
Hearing this, Yang Ling took the opportunity to push the door open and saw a bronze mirror rolling on the floor. Yutang Chun was chasing after him. Seeing him enter, her face was first filled with joy, but then her cheeks turned red and she stood there embarrassed.
Yang Ling picked up the bronze mirror and handed it to her. He asked curiously, "Why... did you drop the mirror on the floor?"
From the crack of the door, Su San saw her master standing outside like a ghost, pacing back and forth, but did not dare to come in. In a moment of desperation, she thought of using the mirror to attract people. How would she dare to tell the truth? She quickly took the mirror shyly and said in a low voice, "I... I was careless for a moment..."
Not knowing if this young lady did it intentionally or unintentionally, her jade like hand took the mirror and gently touched Yang Ling's hand. Her little hand was smooth and delicate, her delicate and nimble fingers were as smooth as jade. When he saw it, Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat.
Yutang Chun shyly went over to close the door and anxiously pressed the door lock. She forced herself to calm down and said, "Master, please sit. I will pour you a cup of tea."
Yang Ling hurriedly said, "Yu'er, don't be busy. I... I have been drinking tea in the study for the whole night."
Hearing this, Yu Tang Chun couldn't help but giggle. Bai Hao's face immediately blushed. She gently withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "Then … Master, the sky … it's getting late. This servant will help you undress and rest."
On the dressing table, there was a pair of red candles with the character "Happy" on it. Yutang Chun was wearing a light scarlet dress. As she walked over, her light figure was like a light green painting.
Han Youniang was pure and immature, like the girl next door who was fresh and moving. On the other hand, Yutang Chun's classical temperament always made her look like a jade figure in a painting. She was so ethereal that she did not seem like a real existence. The two of them were two completely different kinds of beauty.
Yang Ling's heart warmed when he saw that, and he could not help but hug her. Yu Tangchun had just opened the belt of his robe for him when he hugged her. Her full breasts landed in his palms, and a layer of mist appeared in those rippling eyes of hers. Her whole body was paralyzed in his embrace.
Yang Ling carefully looked at the jade figure in his arms. The image of Yutang Chun in front of him alternated with the image of the girl in green who wore shackles and sang "Su San ~ Leaving Hongtong County" on the stage. From beginning to end, it was impossible to merge them into one image in Yang Ling's heart.
Yes, they were different. The Yutang Chun on the stage was a poor woman who had fallen into the dust of the world. As for the lively girl in his arms, her fate had already changed. Apart from a name, she had nothing to do with the Yutang Chun. However, would she have happiness? Or would she experience another kind of sorrow and joy?
Yang Ling's heart sprouted a kind of love and remorse. Being held in his arms, Su San was full of joy and shyness. She closed her eyes in anticipation of that happy and sweet moment. However, after a long time, she didn't see her husband move. She couldn't help but open her eyes in surprise.
Seeing that the man she would serve for the rest of her life didn't seem to be very moved and seemed to be absent-minded, Yutang Chun couldn't help but feel a trace of grievance and unwillingness. Could it be that my appearance isn't enough to satisfy my husband?
She bit her lip and looked at Yang Ling with hidden bitterness. She took two steps back and reached out to pull out the jade hairpin behind her head. Her beautiful hair immediately fell down, adding a bit of charm to her beautiful face. Seeing this, Yang Ling immediately came back to his senses.
Yutang Chun smiled sweetly with satisfaction. She lightly walked to the side of the bed and took off her bow shoes. She climbed onto the bed and put down the silk curtains on the bed. Her whole body was shrouded in a crimson mist.
That beautiful figure in the crimson mist revealed a beautiful figure. Yang Ling watched her in the silk curtains as she gently tugged at her clothes and slowly took off her clothes. She stretched out her hand and puffed out her chest, revealing an elegant beauty. Her body that could make people go crazy was revealed in the haze. Curved, round, perky …
The faint crimson light reflected on her smooth and soft skin with a faint layer of light. The beauty in the tent was simply suffocating. Yutang Chun stretched her hands to the back of her head and fluttered her beautiful hair. Like a fairy, she gracefully threw herself onto the bed. She pulled over the brocade quilt and draped it over her body. She mischievously said, "Yesterday I broke the rules. Tonight I ask First Master to enforce the family rules!"
Yang Ling walked forward and opened the silk curtains. On the red satin quilt that was embroidered with mandarin ducks, he saw a graceful and moving body lying like a flowing stream. Her long black hair draped over her back like a cloud, revealing her snow-white skin. That pair of legs that were as round as jade pillars were covered by the brocade quilt. All that could be seen was her fragrant buttocks, like a mass of snow in a fertile field …
Yang Ling was dazzled. The desire in his heart finally suppressed the pitiful hesitation in his heart and he jumped onto the embroidered bed.
The candlelight flickered, and on the embroidered bed carved with flowers, the curtain trembled like a gurgling stream of water. Gentle and low cries flowed out from the curtain like strands of silk, and every sound and rhythm was like a clear spring that flowed quietly.
"Old … Master … please take pity on me. This servant has just experienced the human world. I can't take Master's punishment …" Amidst the moving and lingering figure, Yutang Chun's murmurs were like a gentle breeze, faintly carrying a hint of sobbing.
The candlelight's tears turned bright red, as gorgeous as the crimson of a girl on the bed. After an unknown amount of time, the murmurs suddenly became short and cheerful. Finally, the sound of birds chirping and the sound of water splashing stopped. The embroidered bed quietened down …
After a long period of gentle murmurs, Yang Ling pulled up the silk curtains beside his pillow. On the embroidered bed, he saw Yutang Chun's jade-like body, her slender arms lightly resting on Yang Ling's neck. Her pretty face dripping with fragrant sweat was filled with joy and satisfaction. She leaned against Yang Ling's chest and sweetly whispered, "Master, Yu 'er loves you so much. You let Yu' er ascend to the heavens … Wu … don't move, I want to hug you, hug you …"
Her voice became softer and softer. After the extreme lingering, Yutang Chun had a sweet smile on her lips as she nestled in Yang Ling's embrace. She seemed to be a little tired. Yang Ling patted her little perky butt. The little lass only used her nasal voice to protest in ecstasy. Her soft body was too lazy to even move a finger.
Her head was buried in Yang Ling's embrace. Her beautiful cloud-like hair draped over her bare and smooth back. The black and white were extremely light and breathtaking. Sigh! With such a virtuous wife and beautiful concubine, I wouldn't exchange it even for a noble. Listening to the soft, cat-like breathing that gradually came from his embrace, Yang Ling thought contentedly.
The red candles seemed to have burned out. The candlelight crackled and flickered. In the quiet night, two light coughs suddenly came from an unknown place. Yang Ling, who was intoxicated in the warmth and wanted to lie on the beauty's lap, heard it. His heart suddenly jumped. He suddenly remembered that there was a bridal chamber tonight …
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