Chapter 51 You Write the Report and I Write the Note
The front hall of Yan's mansion.

Bai Fugui, a businessman from Spain who wanted to make big business in Ming Dynasty, looked troubled.

Yan Shaoting was as steady as a rock and motioned for the other party to sit down.

Bai Fugui sat halfway on the chair and said, "It's nothing else, it's just the thing Yan Hanlin asked me to find last time.

When I returned, I visited many overseas merchants in Beijing, and finally found out from others that what Yan Hanlin wanted was in a place called Luzon in Southeast Asia.

As he spoke, Bai Fugui carefully observed Yan Shaoting's facial expression, but he did not see any trace of emotion on Yan Hanlin's face.

As expected, he is worthy of being the new celebrity in the court.

But Yan Shaoting was not surprised or delighted because he knew where the sweet potatoes were.

Even when Bai Fugui told this matter, he understood what problem the other party had encountered.

Bai Fugui couldn't tell what Yan Shaoting's reaction was, so he could only continue speaking: "Although I found out where the thing is, they seem to value the thing Yan Hanlin wants very much, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to take it out, so..."

Yan Shaoting snorted twice: "Sweet potato, this thing was brought to Southeast Asia by you Spaniards and Portuguese. Don't you think you can't bring this thing from there to our Ming Dynasty?"

Bai Fugui's face showed embarrassment: "Yan Hanlin knows that we just came to the East from the far West to do business..."

Then he started the business of stealing the country.

Yan Shaoting glanced coldly at Bai Fugui, causing the other party to feel doubtful for no reason.

Bai Fugui hesitated and continued, "Actually...if Yan Hanlin can wait, I can have someone go back to Spain first and bring the things you want from China."

Knowing what Yan Shaoting wanted and knowing that this thing was available in China, it was not a difficult task for Bai Fugui.

But it was impossible for Yan Shaoting to give so much time.

It takes more than a year to travel from Ming Dynasty to Spain and back.

He shook his head and said, "It takes too long. If I start from Tianjin and reach Luzon, get the sweet potatoes I want, and then return to Beijing, it will only take about three months to go back."

Bai Fugui stopped talking.

He had already explained the difficulties. The reward of 12,000 taels of silver was not much for him. What was important was to develop a deeper friendship with the upstart of the Ming Dynasty and finally make that huge deal worth tens of millions.

Yan Shaoting hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Write a written report."

"Report?"

Bai Fugui looked puzzled.

Yan Shaoting looked at the other party and said, "Just write that you had a business deal with the Ming Dynasty, and were robbed by the locals in Luzon, and then handed over to the Jinyiwei."

Bai Fugui was increasingly confused: "Give it to the Royal Guards?"

Yan Shaoting coughed lightly and said, "I am also the commander of the Jinyiwei. Please write the report and hand it over to the Jinyiwei. I will approve it for you."

"and then?"

At this time, Bai Fugui remembered that the young Ming official in front of him held many official positions.

Yan Shaoting narrowed his eyes and said, "My Great Ming absolutely protects the freedom and security of trade. Anyone who dares to obstruct my Great Ming's foreign trade must be severely punished!
At that time, the Jinyiwei will dispatch warships with the most powerful artillery of our Ming Dynasty to pry open the mouths of those stubborn people in Luzon and let you bring back what I want!"

Is this what a Ming Dynasty official would say?

Bo Fugui, who came from the faraway European country of Spain, was completely surprised.

Yan Shaoting stared at Bai Fugui with a smile: "Brother Fugui, are you thinking that when the Ming Dynasty makes external arrangements, it is customary to send civil officials to lobby overseas, preferably with generous gifts?"

Bai Fugui didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all.

Yan Shaoting still had a smile on his face.

"Brother Fugui, times have changed for me."

Bai Fugui didn't know what Yan Shaoting meant by "times have changed" and what it would become.

But he only knew that when he left Yan's house and sent the written report to the Jinyiwei, he indeed received a reply immediately.

The Imperial Guard officially accepted the case from the merchant from the distant country of Spain. A team of dozens of Imperial Guards, led by a centurion appointed by the Jinyiwei Qianhu named Zhu Qi, left the capital and headed for the southern seaside.

According to the reply given by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, these people will withdraw three warships equipped with artillery from Quanzhou in Fujian Province and go to Luzon, which is hindering the free trade between the Ming Dynasty and overseas.

Bai Fugui also sent his most trusted servants to board their Spanish merchant ship in Quanzhou Prefecture and go to Luzon together.

after all.

They are the plaintiffs.

In the following days, the city of Beijing finally calmed down completely.

In Xiyuanli, on the ruins of the destroyed Wanshou Palace, a new palace is rising from the ground, taking on a new look every day.

According to the estimation of the Minister of Works Lei Li, the whole construction would probably be completed before the heavy summer rains, so that the emperor could move back from the cramped Yuxi Palace to the spacious Wanshou Palace.

In this regard, the Taoist priest has publicly praised Lei Li's execution ability several times, of course including Yan Shaoting who proposed it in the first place.

As for the disaster victims in Changping, they are still carrying out the cleanup work under the leadership of Zhou Yunyi.

By the way, a water conservancy project that far surpassed any previous ones was also started.

A reservoir dam is also under construction between the two mountains southeast of the imperial tomb.

In a sense, this place has already involved the scope of the imperial mausoleum. But Zhou Yunyi's several attempts to persuade him were unsuccessful, but Yan Shaoting insisted on his decision.

In the end, he could only carefully inform the clan office and the mausoleum guards and make every effort to ensure that they would be properly prepared before he began to work with the victims in fear.

On the contrary, Yan Shaoting lived in Beijing for a long time, and he only had to think about new postures every day.

at last.

With the arrival of late spring, spring plowing began across the Ming Dynasty, and the rain became more abundant.

Yan Shaoting began to break away from his comfortable days.

boom!
Rumble!
On this day, thunder rumbled in the sky over Beijing.

Soon it began to rain heavily. The dark clouds and rain blocked the view and made it impossible to see far away.

In the pavilion of Songhe Garden in the rear residence of Yan's mansion.

A pot of tea and a few wisps of white smoke.

There were no pine trees or cranes in the garden.

Just because of the favor of West Garden, the Yan Mansion got this name of garden.

It was just after lunch.

Lu Wenyan was playing the piano in the pavilion, while Yan Shaoting was leaning on the railing with his hands behind his back, watching the rain.

There were a few more flashes of lightning and thunder, and the heaven and earth shook.

The sound of hurried footsteps was louder than the rain and thunder around them.

Coming in from outside the garden in the rain.

It’s the lackey Yan Hu.

Yan Hu was soaked by the rain, his face was full of anxiety and panic.

Yan Hu, covered in moisture, rushed into the pavilion. His legs went soft and he knelt on the ground, sliding to Yan Shaoting's side.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably and his face was pale.

Before Yan Shaoting could ask, Yan Hu spoke hurriedly.

"Master, something serious has happened!"

"Something happened in Zhejiang!"

(End of this chapter)