The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"...A pigeon transmits a book, and a message is sent thousands of miles away in one day." Wang Xuance couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Suddenly, he thought of an anecdote, when the relationship between King Wei Li Tai and His Majesty was the closest.

His Majesty specially raised a few white falcons to pass on the book of the Wei Wangfu, and even went back and forth several times a day.

It's the truth... Nine times out of ten, it must be the way that Cheng Sablang, who has a lot of brains and can always have a lot of whimsy, came up with it.

"But the solution that Xiao Cheng Taibao came up with?"

The two shopkeepers nodded their heads in unison, their faces full of admiration.

"Mr. wise, it was Xiao Cheng Taibao, the chairman of our Han and Tang Commercial Bank, who made it up."

Cheng Sanlang, the chairman of the Han and Tang Dynasty firm, is definitely the soul of the Han and Tang firm.

Without the various whims of this soul figure, jumping up and down, there would never be a Han and Tang business firm that has spread all over the Tang Dynasty and has done a flourishing business today.

The Han and Tang dynasties companies have many unique products that are handed down by this one family, and most of them are born from the hard work of Cheng Sablang.

Think of those white folds of cloth that are sold all over the world, as well as white sugar and refined salt as white as snow, and of course, all kinds of soaps, skin care products, and perfumes that make women all over the world fascinated...

All in all, the Han and Tang dynasties can grow bigger and bigger, and they can be valued and even protected by the powerful and powerful in the Tang countries.

It was because the Han and Tang merchants had brought unprecedented treasures to the various countries, and they were also afraid that the Han and Tang merchants had been bullied locally, so they directly withdrew the counter.

Then, they will wait to be surrounded by the tears and complaints of their sweet wife and daughter at home.

This is why, even in this war-torn era of the Three Kingdoms on the Peninsula, Han and Tang Dynasties were still able to do business here with ease.

When I heard that the shopkeeper Xue introduced in detail that Jin Chunqiu and his dozens of subordinates were now being held in the prison.

But the way he is detained is the same as that of ordinary prisoners. In other words, in the eyes of Yuan Gai Suwen, a powerful official of Goguryeo, the Fengyue Lord of Silla is just a bargaining chip, and it is not worth his much thought.

This made Wang Xuance feel slightly relieved and smiled. "It seems that this matter should not be too difficult."

"Come on, shopkeeper Xue, tell Wang, are there other Goguryeo people in Pyongyang?"

"Of course there is..." Shopkeeper Xue nodded and said without hesitation.

"It's time for dinner, it's time for dinner..." With a shout, it sounded in the dimly lit prison.

The prisoners who were detained in the cell jumped up one after another, picked up their broken bowls, and swayed them out of the railings one after another.

Just like beggars begging on the street, and among these prisoners, there are more than ten Silla people.

Half a month ago, they were still covered in silk and satin, brocade clothing and jade food, but no one expected it.

They, who were originally the guests of Xinluo Quanchen Yuangaisuwen, would be thrown into such a broken place after the other party turned his face.

At the beginning of the days when life was worse than death, everyone was very stubborn and did not eat what they came, but they only had one lunch.

After dinner, everyone picked up the broken bowls allotted in humiliation, raised the bowl with one hand like a beggar, and spread it out with the other.

They waited for the prisoner to scoop a bowl of vegetable porridge into their bowl, and then he threw two hard and sandy wotou into his hands.

For the first two days, it was extremely painful to eat, and after a few days passed, the food that they could receive every day was only able to hang their lives.

There is no energy and spirit to dislike that the food is not delicate enough, and the vegetable soup is too bland.

He didn't even want to communicate, he just wanted to take a good rest after he was full, so that the feeling of hunger would come later.

And Jin Chunqiu, who looks like the suave and suave leader of Hwarang, Feng Yuezhu.

At this moment, he had already become unkempt, but he seemed more rigid, sitting in the cell, motionless.

While the prisoners were distributing the food, the Goguryeo prison head swayed and nibbled at a fat roast chicken.

He came to this Jin Chunqiu's cell, looked at the minister of Xinluo who was sitting in the straw, spit a chicken bone into the cell, and asked.

"How about it, have you figured it out? If you figure it out, you can have wine and meat?"

The oily aroma of the roast chicken instantly made Jin Chunqiu feel that the peristalsis of his intestines seemed to have sped up a lot.

Even the secretion of saliva in the mouth became extremely strong, Jin Chunqiu exhausted his willpower, and then slowly turned his head to the side.

Seeing Jin Chunqiu's stubborn attitude, the head of the cell couldn't help but be furious, and cursed Jin Chunqiu a few times.

Then he threw the half-eaten roast chicken into the cell next to him.

It directly provoked the prisoners in that cell to rush towards the roast chicken like crazy. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

They fight each other just to get the roast chicken, even if it is three punches and two kicks, as long as they can take a bite, it is worth it.

Jin Chunqiu closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists until he heard the prison head scolding and leaving, and the sound of fighting in the cell next to him finally ended.

Only then did he slowly open his eyes, looking at the two wotou thrown into the cell, and the pickle porridge in the broken wooden bowl.

He could only support himself, stood up, walked over swayingly, picked up the wotou, and tried to control his urge to bite.

After taking a bite of the wotou and drinking another mouthful of pickled vegetable porridge, he continued to chew slowly, trying his best to make himself, as an important official of Xinluo, not appear too embarrassed even in such a difficult and difficult environment.

After he had finished eating and his stomach was barely half full, he was about to go back to feed with his eyes closed when he heard a low voice from the cell next door.

"The second-class official rank of Yiluo... That's it, please think of a way, otherwise, I will die at the hands of this Goguryeo."

"Yes, Lord Fengyue, I would rather die on the battlefield than die in a Goguryeo prison like this."

"It's too embarrassing to be humiliated like this, and maybe even starve to death."

"Lord Fengyue, please..."

Jin Chunqiu slowly turned his head, looked under these hearts, and forced a smile with difficulty.

"Everyone, Goguryeo, you will definitely not dare to starve me to death, trust me, let's persevere..."

"But how long do we have to hold on? If we continue like this, we can still say whether we can return to Silla alive."

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