Because of the fever, Chapter 107 and Chapter 108 merged into one chapter, and today is considered the sixth update.

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The two concubines in the harem have confirmed that they have food in their stomachs. Even if they have half the chance, they should have a prince this time.

The palace was filled with joy. Someone suggested building a Qianlong Palace for the future prince to live in. Zhao Zhen readily agreed, the prime ministers were silent, and even the censors did not give advice for the first time.

The whole Song Dynasty was looking forward to the birth of the prince.

At this moment, the Runan County Prince's Mansion was naturally ignored.

Zhao Zhongzhen was a little confused and asked, "I can't submit a memorial."

What kind of memorials does a child make? Will he be sensational?

Chen An glanced at Zhe Jizu and said, "Just just say it at home."

Zhe Jizu didn't even blink.

Zhao Zhongzhen understood immediately.

There must be someone from the Imperial City Department in his family. If he talks about it at home, it is equivalent to telling it to the emperor.

He remembered the taboo words his grandfather often said at home, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Chen An sent him out and whispered: "Don't worry about this, you Weng Weng is not stupid."

Everyone is an actor, and you must play every role of your own.

Children, husband, father, grandfather...

Your role is different at each stage, and Zhao Yunrang's role is to make a false act without any restraint to protect his children and grandchildren.

And Zhe Jizu's role at this moment is an ally.

He heard Chen An's words, and then An Zhiruo Su, saying that: We are in the same group, and even if the things you arranged are taboos, I don't care.

Chen An returned to the study and saw that the uncle and nephew of the Zhe family still looked natural, he said, "Many things need to be long-term."

What Zhe Jizu thought about Chen An didn't care about him, he just habitually built the foundation.

After sending the uncle and nephew of the Zhe family out, Chen An changed his face.

"Who spread it?"

Chen An was not angry, but just felt it was a little funny.

Zhuang said honestly with a bitter face, "Mr. Lang, now everyone in the city says that you are both civil and military, you can write poetry and articles in literature, and you can use martial arts as a crossbow to make heavy weapons. You will definitely be famous in history in the future."

"It's just a few words to leave your name or not, but I have to ask someone to understand this."

Chen An felt that he could not let this matter go in a daze, so he went to find Bao Zheng.

"I...ah!"

Bao Zheng was also at the scene at that time and sneered at Chen Zhongheng's warning, but who would have thought that the news would be leaked in a blink of an eye.

It's embarrassing!

"Your Majesty was furious about this and called the ministers present to come back and ask, but everyone said they were wronged."

Chen An sneered: "Mr. Bao, do you know what the interrogation is doing. Who doesn't complain about those people? Who admits it as soon as they ask?"

He asked in a low voice, “Who did it?”

Bao Zheng shook his head and said, "No one will admit it."

Chen An sighed slightly, "Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this is cheating me, Bao Gong. If the Liao people and Xixia people knew about this, would they take the risk and get me away and question me directly?"

Bao Zheng sighed: "Your Majesty is having a headache now, so you can calm down. As for the leak of the crossbow, I dare to assert that it is unintentional."

If you have the will, you should cut it into pieces.

Chen Anxin said this, so he asked with gleam of eyes: "Bao Gong, do you think the official will promote me?"

Bao Zheng frowned and looked at him and said, "What kind of official do you want to be promoted to? It's good to be a good candidate. If you have been a few years, then find an opportunity to let go, this is the safe way."

He said earnestly: "You are still young. Even if the government asked you to go to Xiongzhou, can you really do it?"

When it comes to the magistrate of Xiongzhou, Chen An's eyes lit up.

Bao Zheng sighed: "I knew you wanted to continue your father's path, but that was a dead end! Why bother..."

He slapped his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Looking at the north of the country. As soon as you put it forward, the government will feel a little more energetic, but this spirit is useless."

He stood up and said, "Looking north! It's hard!"

The current mainstream idea of ​​the Song Dynasty is to maintain peace. If it wants to develop military affairs, it is also necessary to build as many forts as possible, that is, to put armor on oneself.

Chen An couldn't help but say: "There are no magical skills in the world that are invulnerable to swords and guns. No matter how many forts and cities are, they are not enough to protect the Song Dynasty. The only one who can protect the Song Dynasty is swords and guns."

"I know."

Bao Zheng didn't want to talk to him about this issue because he couldn't explain it clearly for three days and three nights.

Chen An was then driven out of the Censorate.

Opposite to the Censorate is An Xiang. Chen An hasn't come for a long time, so he walked in.

"This broken thing is never used again!"

As soon as he entered, he heard a complaint, and then something flew over.

Chen An grabbed the "hidden weapon" that flew in with one hand.

While he was satisfied, he saw several women standing on the right, one of whom had his left hand just outside his chest, maintaining the posture of taking out something.

And her right hand was holding a milk support produced by Anxiang...

When Chen An saw what was in his hand, it was an old-fashioned tube top.

The women were surprised at first, but when they saw a young man with red lips and white teeth coming in, they burst into laughter together.

Chen An's old face turned red, his hands relaxed, and his strapless breasts were still floating in the air, others had already rushed into the back.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter behind Chen An was speechless. These women were probably just regular wives and mothers at home. Once they had the opportunity to go out, they would start to be unrestrained with a few best friends.

Wang Tiande happened to be there too. When he saw him coming, his eyes lit up and asked, "Do you have the idea to make a fortune?"

"I said Lao Wang, you have made a lot of money, why are you not satisfied?"

Chen An felt that businessmen were truly one of the same virtues in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, and they wanted money to die, and loved money to death.

Wang Tiande patted his big belly and said with a sensation: "Who dislikes the amount of money? Anbei, when I die in the future, I will let my children and grandchildren get thousands of silos of copper coins with me to bury them, even if I go to a new place, I am not afraid of not having money to spend."

"You save more, but he can't tell me if I'm a kid. For example, if I made friends when I was a child, I did business and became a minor official. Then I gradually became rich and he was promoted slowly. As a result, it turned out that last year, I got sick. Alas! Life is impermanent!"

He said to Chen An seriously: "Save more money, and have more children."

People these days are this kind of virtue. Chen An understands why the Song Dynasty needed to mint so many coins every year.

First, the economy is sustainable, but the biggest factor is storage.

Chinese people have the habit of storage, and the strength of this habit has been almost from ancient times to the present.

And people like Wang Tiande are also helping the evil.

Chen An remembered that in later archaeology, a large amount of copper coins were often dug out from the cemetery.

So he joked: "The more you are buried with me, the more likely you are to be targeted by tomb robbers. Which one do you choose?"

Wang Tiande hesitated for a moment, "You should be buried with me, otherwise it would be more embarrassing."

"You are awesome!"

Chen An then asked about the business situation.

When it comes to business, Wang Tiande's eyes shine, and it doesn't matter if he is robbed of a tomb after his death.

"Xianglu is sent to the palace once a month. Every time I ask a carriage to make a name for myself, and the business in this store is getting better and better. But Anbei, Xianglu is not enough!"

Wang Tiande felt that the supply should be opened and then he would make money and tremble.

The merchant naturally knew the nature of urinary nature, so he asked, "Is dried flowers enough?"

"If it is not enough, let's raise the price to ensure that flowers are planted everywhere in the Song Dynasty!"

"Where is the wine?"

The wine is a monopoly system, and the wholesalers are just those merchants. If you make fragrant dew on a large scale, how much wine will you have to consume to distil it every day?

Wang Tiande said with disbelief: "Why are you afraid you can't buy it if you have money? Anbei, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy in the Song Dynasty! Wine... let's raise the price! Xianglu makes so much money, let's raise the price to buy it!"

Looking at him for granted, Chen An felt a little chill in his heart.

This is what businessmen dare to risk beheading for profit.

For profit, there is nothing in this world that they dare not do.

Wang Tiande continued to incite, his two thick lips flipped up and down, and his saliva flew everywhere, as if he was a spokesperson.

This is profit-driven!

Chen An felt like he had gained something in his heart.
To be continued...