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"How is your business in the capital now?"

After a brief moment of sadness, Xia Yun took the initiative to change the subject.

Since he left Beijing that day, he had handed over all the business in the capital to Xu Wan'er.

"Business in the capital is going well. Qin Shun is doing very well in transferring freight at Fenglai Inn."

Xu Wan'er nodded immediately.

When Xia Yun was in the capital, he subdued Qin Shun and continued to serve as the manager of Fenglai Inn. It was undoubtedly a very wise decision.

"Seven days ago, Qin Shun sent a silver note of 400,000 taels from the capital. It was Xiao Ling'er's second batch of payment for the goods."

At this time, Xu Wan'er remembered something else and added.

"How much money is on the account now?" Xia Yun raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked.

Over the past month, he has been busy with war preparations or leading his troops on the front lines, and has basically not paid much attention to business dealings.

"As of yesterday, we had a total of 8.45 million taels of silver on our books, of which 2 million taels were needed for various project construction."

Xu Wan'er responded neatly.

As Xia Yun's housekeeper, she has never been careless about checking the accounts.

"Take out two million taels of silver and send people to Guangdong and Guangxi to buy some grain."

Xia Yun pondered for a moment and made a difficult decision.

Originally, for him, even if he continued to serve as the Governor of Zhejiang, he would not have to spend money to buy food.

But things are different now.

He had just been promoted to Governor of Zhejiang and Southern Zhili.

You know, the area of ​​the entire Nanzhili region is more than two or three times the size of Zhejiang Province.

Naturally, the number of disaster victims in the Southern Zhili region was at least two or three times that of the original disaster victims in Zhejiang!

If we want to save so many disaster victims, it is far from enough to rely solely on the grain produced in Dai County.

Although he had reclaimed 200,000 acres of new land in Zhejiang Province, the crops had just been planted. Even if he wanted to get a harvest, it would take at least three or four months.

Therefore, he now had only one way out, which was to spend money to buy food.

This move seems a bit stupid.

But fortunately he is not short of money.

In fact, Xia Yun today can be said to be extremely rich.

Even without counting the income generated by Dai County, his various business operations in Hangzhou City alone could bring him at least one million taels of silver in profit every month!

Even in Xu Wan'er's calculations, with the gradual development of Hangzhou City, the net profit it can bring every month can even exceed 1.5 million silver vehicles.

One million and five hundred thousand taels of silver, what does that mean?

The tax revenue of the entire Daliang for the whole year was only about 10 million!

The profit that the city of Hangzhou brought to Xia Yun was equivalent to one-tenth of the national treasury’s annual tax revenue!

"Okay, once we get to the Southern Zhili region, I will immediately send people to the Guangdong and Guangxi regions to buy grain."

Xu Wan'er nodded and agreed with Xia Yun's approach.

Hoarding silver will not produce any benefits after all, so it is better to let the silver circulate and generate greater profits.

"Good wine and good food are coming!"

At this time, the shopkeeper Qian, who had just left, came with a dozen waiters behind him and served one delicious dish after another to the dining table in the private room.

"My Lords, these are our shop's signature dishes. Please enjoy them."

In just a few dozen breaths, more than twenty kinds of dishes had been served on the table in front of Xia Yun and Xu Wan'er.

"Manager Qian, you brought so many dishes. I'm afraid they will be wasted later."

Xu Wan'er couldn't help but speak.

"Master Xu, what are you talking about? You two are not only the honored guests of our Hongyan Pavilion, but also the great officials of Hangzhou City. It's just a meal, it's not a waste."

Qian Dajun shook his head.

Nowadays, it is no longer the time when the rich in Hangzhou lived in luxury and feasting, while the poor froze to death on the streets.

Under Xia Yun's orders, almost all the people in Hangzhou city lived a decent life.

Even the lowest class of people with no education can work in the Hangzhou Construction Bureau and earn a salary by relying on their own strength.

Men and women who were not strong enough could get a job in the laundry and weaving workshop.

"Haha, Shopkeeper Qian, when I first entered this Hongyan Building, I discovered that your Hongyan Building was missing something."

Xia Yun laughed.

"Oh? I wonder what the missing thing you are talking about is?"

Qian Dajun frowned slightly and began to think about what Xia Yun mentioned was missing.

“A plaque is missing.”

Xia Yun didn't beat around the bush and immediately gave the answer to the question.

Upon hearing this, Qian Dajun's expression suddenly brightened, as if he had suddenly realized something.

Since the expansion of Hongyan Building was completed, there has indeed been no decent plaque prepared.

"Since you are missing a plaque, how about I write the three words 'Hongyan Tower' for you?"

Xia Yun looked at Qian Dajun with a smile.

At this moment, Xia Yun was excited and prepared to start painting.

"If your Excellency has this intention, I would love it!"

"Someone, come! Hurry up and prepare the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for the master!"

Qian Dajun was overjoyed when he heard this. He hadn't expected Xia Yun to be so generous.

Then, as if he was afraid that Xia Yun would go back on his word, he rushed out without waiting for the waiters to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Soon, Qian Dajun personally brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them in front of Xia Yun.

"Sir, please!"

Qian Dajun lowered his head and stood respectfully beside Xia Yun.

Xia Yun did not hesitate. He stood up immediately, picked up the brush, and quickly splashed ink on a piece of white paper, leaving three large words.

"Hongyan Tower!"

When Xu Wan'er, who was standing by, saw this, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes.

There is no other reason.

It’s because Xia Yun’s calligraphy far exceeds his previous writing level.

In her impression, Xia Yun's calligraphy has always been terrible, which is why Xia Yun had always asked her to write memorials for him.

"Thank you for the calligraphy!"

At this time, Qian Dajun was so excited that tears of excitement even appeared between his pupils.

"Haha, Qian Dajun, it's not easy to run Hongyanlou. In the future, remember not to do evil, not to collude with officials and businessmen, and not to oppress the people."

As Xia Yun spoke, his every word and action revealed his heroic attitude.

"Don't worry, sir! I will definitely remember your teachings!"

With great excitement, Qian Dajun respectfully put away the three big words written by Xia Yun.

As the saying goes, gold is easy to get, but a word is hard to find.

This was the first time Xia Yun wrote an inscription for someone after becoming an official.

Soon, Qian Dajun respectfully left the box with the calligraphy in his hand.

……

As the moonlight shines on the earth, the prosperity of Hangzhou city continues. On the busy streets, the voices of pedestrians coming and going are heard everywhere.