Tea Merchants of the Song Dynasty

Jiang Yin's heart sank, as the letter was sent ten days ago, and he also knew that Zhang Yang was at home.

You know, when she returned to Jiang Mansion in Yazhou yesterday, Grandpa Zhao intentionally or unintentionally said that Zhang Yang had just arrived at the mansion as well.

Grandpa Zhao said something different from what the old lady said. They were all people she trusted.

But if nothing unexpected happens, there is always someone lying.

Jiang Yin picked up the teacup and hid the look in her eyes. Perhaps, the only person she could trust was herself.

She took a sip of the slightly bitter tea and said, "It's okay. I will settle these accounts slowly. What do you think about the disappearance of Manager Cao, Auntie and Uncle? Has Manager Cao offended anyone?"

If the enemy wants revenge, you can also provide clues to the government office.

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Fang Xianshan said calmly, "Manager Cao is a kind and righteous person. If he has offended anyone, it was only because of the incident half a month ago."

Half a month ago, a tea merchant from another place offered a high price to buy all the Mengshan tea in the teahouse, but was rejected by Manager Cao.

In addition to selling the two kinds of tea produced in Mengshan, Mengding Shihua and Mengding Huangya, all of Jiang's teahouses also sell various scented teas and snacks.

In addition, Jiang's teahouse mainly sells tea soup, with tea leaves as a supplement.

It is more to build a place where foreign tea merchants can taste the tea made by Jiang’s Tea Farm, so as to promote big business.

Although the implementation of the tea monopoly system today has made the role of teahouses in attracting tea merchants less meaningful.

It makes Mengshan tea even more in demand, and its role is more than just a simple business.

But even so, Jiang's Teahouse still focuses on tea tasting and selling tea as a supplement.

Today, the tea she drinks is still the tea made by her Jiang family, including the Mengshan tea that was preserved in the past. As for the tea she sells, she sells more flower tea and other teas besides Mengshan tea.

Therefore, when someone wanted to buy the Mengshan tea in stock in the teahouse, it was right for Manager Cao to refuse.

Jiang Yin raised his eyes and pretended to be calm, "My uncle suspected that the merchant was unable to make a deal, so he wanted to kill people and rob them? If so, is the Mengshan tea in our teahouse still in stock?"

She also thought of taking the stocks from several tea houses to make up for the losses from the tea mountains this year.

Otherwise, given the suspicious nature of the government and the ministers in the court, if the Jiang family fails to deliver enough Mengshan tea, they will probably not be able to get by.

Fang Xianshan looked up at her and said, "Don't worry about that. After that day, Manager Cao took all the tea and gave it to Manager Zhao to store.

There are many guards in the mansion, and the tea is stored in the warehouse, so no one can steal it."

Jiang Yin's heart sank and he took a deep breath. Who said no one could steal the tea? It would be easy to steal from the company.

Of course, she still believed in her heart that Grandpa Zhao would not do such a thing, but what if Zhang Yang stole the key?

Jiang Yin was feeling somewhat worried, and she kept a stern face until Jiang Erniang and her husband came in.

Knowing that Jiang Yin would not give the tea plantation to others, Jiang Er Niang no longer had any opinions about Jiang Yin, but was filled with heartache.

After all, she was the young lady he had watched grow up, and seeing her expression. Before they even sat down, Jiang Erniang asked worriedly, "Ah Yin, are you feeling unwell? Why don't we stop doing it today and continue tomorrow? After all, everyone is here, and there will be plenty of time to meet in the future."

"Your second mother is right." Second uncle Xie Daoyun raised his eyes and agreed, then sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and held the cup in his hand without saying anything else.

Of course, he did not forget to pour a cup of tea for Jiang Er Niang first.

Jiang Yin glanced at Xie Daoyun, then pretended to be calm and said to Jiang Erniang: "Don't worry, Erniang, I'm fine."

Second Mother is twenty-eight years old this year, two years younger than First Mother, but their personalities are completely different.

Unlike the weakness of the eldest aunt and the calmness of the eldest uncle, the second aunt is strong and the second uncle does nothing.

However, although Er Niang has a strong personality, she has a good eye for choosing a husband.

My second uncle, Xie Daoyun, is handsome. Even though he is already twenty-eight years old, his peach blossom eyes are still charming.

No wonder Second Mother was willing to support him, letting him eat and drink all day long without worrying about anything.

Of course, Xie Daoyun was also very good to Er Niang. He accommodated Er Niang in everything and almost always responded to her requests.

Seeing that Jiang Yin was distracted, Jiang Er Niang stood up and walked over to her, holding her hand and saying, "We are all family, don't keep anything in your heart, tell Er Niang, and we will share it together."

She looked at Jiang Yin distressedly and continued, "Look how thin you have become recently..."

"Don't worry, Second Mother. I'm just thinking about the disappearance of Manager Cao. It's been so many days, and I'm worried that he might have been murdered." Jiang Yin felt a little warm in his heart, and then he calmly pulled his hand out of Second Mother's.

It wasn't her fault. She was just worried that if she didn't let go, Xie Daoyun's eyes would kill her.

Tsk, this possessiveness, Jiang Yin, who had experienced the world in his previous life, naturally understood it.

Perhaps because he saw that she was sensible, Xie Daoyun, who didn't want to care about anything, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, you won't die."

Jiang Yin immediately sat up straight and asked seriously, "What do you think, Second Uncle?"

If she had to say who she trusted the most in the old house, it would have to be Er Niang's family.

Furthermore, others don’t know who this second uncle picked up by the second mother is, but she knows.

This second uncle was quite a person, he was from Tokyo and knew Li Ji. He just ran away in anger when he was young and never wanted to go back.

She discovered this when Li Ji escorted them back to Beijing in her previous life. At that time, Li Ji was quite caring towards Er Niang's family.

It was a pity that she thought in her previous life that Li Ji did this for her sake.

But she died early in her previous life, so I don’t know whether this second uncle escaped the death penalty in the end.

However, Xie Daoyun returned to his previous state, shrugged and said indifferently: "Intuition."

The corners of Jiang Yin's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked up at Jiang Er Niang pitifully.

Jiang Erniang's face darkened. She walked up to Xie Daoyun and pinched him twice on the waist. She gritted her teeth and said, "Speak properly. What's the matter with intuition? Just say it if you know it, so that Yin won't worry."

It was already this late, and this unreliable guy was still keeping silent. How could she not know what her good husband had been asking about behind her back?

Thinking of this, Jiang Er Niang narrowed her eyes slightly and increased the strength in her hands.

"Ouch, my lady, be gentle, be gentle." Xie Daoyun cried out twice, then held Jiang Erniang's hand and said pitifully, "My lady, you have such a cruel heart~"

Seeing Xie Daoyun's appearance, Jiang Erniang's old face turned red. She raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder twice, then gritted her teeth and said again: "Be serious and speak properly!"

Elders should act like elders, not to mention there are younger generations here, so what should they do?

But, having said that, she was still sold on it. The two slaps were light, like slapping cotton.

Seeing this, Jiang Yin couldn't help but chuckle, and in his heart he was actually a little envious of the way they got along.