Remarrying Chun Yuan

"Tell me what exactly constitutes 'big'."

Pei Chun was seething with anger. This was just an ordinary, poor scholar, yet he dared to try and teach him how to play? What kind of person did he think he was?

"Don't talk nonsense." Liu Musheng regretted it a little. He had only dared to bring Yuan Cuo along because he had always seen Yuan Cuo as respectful and low-key.

But how did he manage to offend everyone right from the start? Isn't that embarrassing for him?!

"These guys, they think they're something special just because they have a few taels of silver in their pockets!" the other young masters sneered. "I'd like to hear you tell me, what constitutes a big game!"

Despite the cold stares and glares, Yuan Cuo remained calm. "You've all seen our Qi army before, haven't you?"

"Do you need to tell me?" Pei Chun rolled her eyes.

Yuan Cuo continued, "In terms of size, our warhorses cannot compare to the tall, magnificent horses of the northern Mongol Kingdom; in terms of stamina, they cannot compare to the short-legged horses of the southwestern Yan Kingdom, which can climb mountains and wade through rivers; and in terms of speed, they cannot be compared to the Ferghana horses of the Chu Kingdom..."

"What exactly do you want to say? Do you need to say all this nonsense?" Ye Zinan, the young master of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, lost his patience.

Yuan Cuo smiled and said, "All horses have their advantages and disadvantages. We'll gather these breeds of stallions, breed the best ones, and sell the superior ones to the army for training in battle. The next-best ones can be bought by the young masters for hunting and horse racing; the next-best ones can be used for transporting goods; the next-best ones for short-distance pack animals; and the very worst ones can even be eaten..."

"You make it sound so easy, but where are you going to find these stallions?" Lu Bingyang's maternal grandfather had served as the Minister of War, so he knew a little about it.

“I have a way to get my hands on the stallion, and the Liu family is rich.” Yuan Cuo laid his cards on the table and began to bargain.

Liu Musheng's eyes lit up, and suddenly a brilliant idea popped into his head: "We can provide the stallions and the money, but there are many rules and regulations for raising horses. Can you handle that? If you can't even handle that, then there's no point in talking about cooperation."

Although the Liu family could run a horse farm, they could only raise horses for hauling goods. Horses for military purposes and other uses required separate approval from the imperial court.

He never expected Yuan Cuo to come up with such a bold idea, and even to be able to acquire studs from various countries.

His brother-in-law is amazing!

If I had known they were so capable, I should have discussed it at home!

The crowd remained silent for a long while, exchanging glances, seemingly surprised by Yuan Cuo's bold suggestion...

“If you can really get your hands on some horse breeds, I can give it a try at the Ministry of War.” Lu Bingyang’s eyes gleamed, his pupils seemingly turning into copper coins.

Although he was a playboy who indulged in eating, drinking, and having fun, he also knew how much money he could make by breeding a breed to replace military horses.

"I can handle the approvals for agriculture and animal husbandry." Pei Chun was full of confidence. Just because he was the son of the Right Chancellor, the Ministry of Revenue would not refuse to approve it.

Ye Zinan thought this was unreliable. "It's just talk. Don't you think about how long it takes to get a stallion? How long it takes to breed a good one? I know your Liu family is not short of money, but we are still far behind the other major imperial merchant families. They don't dare to play like this, but you dare to?"

“Yes, it’s a great idea, but do you two have the final say? Don’t just brag without being able to make a decision. Do you think that little wench Liu Yuechu will agree?” Pei Chun was also very hesitant, but he was indeed tempted by the idea.

“This matter will require at least 30,000 to 50,000 taels of silver to be invested initially, and we might not even hear a peep from it. Which of you two has the final say?” Lu Bingyang looked at Liu Musheng, who was, after all, the eldest son of the Liu family.

Liu Musheng immediately felt guilty and nudged Yuan Cuo a few times with his elbow, "Are you sure you can do it?" He was definitely not up to the task.

Yuan Cuo stroked his chin. "It should work, right?"

"Is it any good or not? You're supposed to be a man, yet you have to listen to a woman." Pei Chun finally had a chance to mock him.

But thinking of how Liu Yuechu had once smashed his carriage, he suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude. "Don't think that marrying Liu Yuechu will change your life completely. The title of 'son-in-law' sounds nice, but I'm still being treated like a donkey. All that talk is just nonsense!"

"Being a live-in son-in-law is tough; no matter how talented you are, there's nowhere to put your talents to use..."

"So all that talk was for nothing?" Lu Bingyang sighed. "Then why are we wasting our time here?"

"Let's go, let's go for a drink. It was just a few jokes." Ye Zinan found Yuan Cuo ridiculous.

This scholar who married into the family has quite the wild ambitions.

"Don't go, we can still discuss it. My sister didn't say she wouldn't agree." It was Liu Musheng's first time running a business, and he really wanted to go big.

"Why don't you two put your heads together, get the money from Liu Yuechu, and then come to us?" Pei Chun stood up.

“My elder brother and husband are both upright and honest people, unlike Young Master Pei who is always scheming and cheating.” Liu Yuechu had been at the restaurant for a while when she heard Pei Chun talking behind her back, so she simply lifted the curtain and went inside.

The moment she appeared, the room fell silent.

Who would have thought this person would suddenly come chasing after us?!

Yuan Cuo stood up with a smile, "Why have you come, my lady?" He moved a chair, took the cloak, and served tea and water.

Liu Yuechu was enjoying herself immensely; she had indeed been spoiled by Yuan Cuo these past few days.

But ever since she appeared, Yuan Cuo has no eyes for anyone else. Liu Yuechu has also lost her usual coldness and frostiness. Her bright smile is like a peony, dazzling people's eyes.

"What are you doing here? We didn't invite you!" Pei Chun rolled his eyes so hard they almost flew to the back of his head, cursing that the two of them were really good at putting on an act.

“I think my husband’s idea was excellent, we should give it a try,” Liu Yuechu said, taking a sip of tea.

In her previous life, after the Third Prince ascended the throne, he spent several years dealing with the remnants of the Crown Prince's faction. Only after receiving the map of the territory and detailed information from various regions from Yuan Cuo did he focus on important matters. She had heard that Yuan Cuo's information from various regions included suggestions on horse breeding.

Although the Third Prince was mean-spirited and tyrannical, he was also bold and decisive. He offered a high reward to the horse breeders of the world to come to Daqi and strengthen Daqi's warhorse strength.

Liu Yuechu didn't know if the Third Prince's actions were inspired by Yuan Cuo's letter, but since Yuan Cuo had brought it up ten years earlier in this life, she was determined to support him.

This is not only for the Great Qi, but also for him.

If he could have a hundred fine steeds to follow him, drawing a map of the Great Qi territory would be a piece of cake.

It seems there's no need to hope he'll send back news of his death and then receive the title of Duchess of Baoguo; the living can come back anyway.

Liu Yuechu's thoughts drifted away, her gaze fixed on Yuan Cuo.

That air of deep affection, utterly infatuated and brainless.

Both the white peony and the Sichuan pepper blushed with embarrassment and coughed lightly twice to remind each other.

Yuan Cuo poured her another cup of tea, saying, "Your lips are dry, moisten them."

"The tea my husband pours always smells so good." Liu Yuechu had been scolded in the morning and had rushed over, so she hadn't even had a sip of water.

Pei Chun couldn't stand her grotesque appearance. "Do you even know how much silver it will cost to try this? This is no joke!"

"Of course I know, the initial amount is at least 50,000 taels. But I can do this without you, but even if you knew about it, you couldn't do it without me." Liu Yuechu was wealthy and confident.

Pei Chun and Lu Bingyang exchanged a glance; what this woman said was absolutely right. Not to mention them, even the Ministry of Revenue was struggling financially due to the disasters in various regions…

“We can help, but even brothers should keep clear accounts. You’d better be generous with your share of the money…” Pei Chun crossed his legs. He might not be able to get things done, but he was certainly good at stirring things up.

"If the Ministry of War doesn't agree, you can forget about getting involved," Lu Bingyang threatened at the opportune moment.