After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"Greetings, General! My master wants to discuss cooperation with you in producing canned fruits."

"Greetings, General. Our Lord Zhu would like to discuss with you whether he can teach you the craft of canning."

The middle-aged man with a goatee curled his lips. He originally thought that his master was already very whimsical, but he didn't expect that Lord Zhu of Nanjun would be even more daring!

They won’t be driven out by the Governor, right?

"it is good!"

what? !

Neither the middle-aged man with a goatee nor the people from South County could believe their ears.

As the saying goes, taking away someone's wealth is like killing their parents. Didn't the general understand that Jiangnan and Nanjun wanted to steal the business?

The prince of Jiguo, who was sitting next to Gu Nanxi, rolled his eyes and reminded, "Jiangnan and Nanjun are both rich in fruits. With their canned fruits, I'm afraid your canned fruits in Yunzhou won't be sold!"

The people of Nanjun glared at the Prince of Jiguo. They didn't expect that this man was so vindictive. Just because he didn't treat them with respect on the road, he would trip them up in such a crucial matter!

Gu Nanxi: "Our main product in Yunzhou now is canned mutton. We sell canned fruits to explore the market. We want to make some money for the people in Nanjun and Jiangnan, and achieve common prosperity. This is also our contribution to the Great Zhou."

The Prince of Jiguo looked at Gu Nanxi and found that her expression was so sincere, as if she felt this from the bottom of her heart. He was a little dazed for a moment.

Is it true that the wife of Marquis Yongchang, who was so smart and scheming in my memory, turned out to be such a person?

The middle-aged man with a goatee and the people from Nanjun looked at each other in bewilderment. They really didn't expect that things would be so easy. Along the way, they had already thought of various plans for dealing with rejections, but they didn't expect that they were judging others by their own standards.

The man with the goatee beard, the middle-aged man, and the people from Nanjun saluted Gu Nanxi solemnly: "Thank you, General. We admire your righteousness!"

After the middle-aged man with a goatee said goodbye to the people from Nanjun, the Prince of Jiguo hastily announced his will, rejected Gu Nanxi's invitation to dinner, and ran back to the inn.

When leaving the door, the Prince of Jiguo bumped into a weak scholar and they both fell to the ground!

"Don't you have eyes when you walk?" After the prince of Jiguo cursed angrily, he walked away.

The doorman of the governor's mansion hurried over to help the weak scholar up, and said apologetically: "That person is here to convey the emperor's order. Are you okay, young master?"

The weak scholar rubbed his aching buttocks, waved the bounty list in his hand, and asked, "Does this bounty still count?"

The doorman took a closer look and realized that this was the bounty board that had been posted for several years, but only Aunt Geng had answered the call.

The concierge was overjoyed and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Of course it counts! My dear, please wait a moment. I will go and report to the master and will be back soon!"

While the weak scholar was waiting, Wang Buxi rode his bicycle and brought Yan Tongchu to the governor's mansion.

The weak scholar stared at Wang Buxi's bicycle with shining eyes.

"Would you like to try it?" Wang Bushi generously handed the bicycle to the weak scholar.

"Then I'd be honored to refuse!" The weak scholar first looked around the bicycle, as if he was looking at its structure.

The serious look and skillful movements show that he is a master!

The weak scholar took a deep breath, put one foot on the pedal, and pushed hard on the ground with the other foot. His cycling movements were very standard!

Then the next second, snap!

The weak scholar fell heavily to the ground along with his cart.

Wang Buxi wanted to pick up his beloved car distressedly, but suddenly realized that it was not a good idea to do so, so he turned to the weak scholar and asked with concern: "My dear, are you okay? Are you injured?"

The weak scholar's face flushed red, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No! I'm fine!"

Yan Tongchu understood this weak scholar very well. After all, he himself was not very active and had not learned how to ride a bicycle after studying for half a day. "Don't worry about it. If you want to learn how to ride a bicycle, you can start with a tricycle. A tricycle is easier than a bicycle."

This time the doorman took a while to get out, so the three of them waited at the door.

Yan Tongchu asked Wang Buxi: "The adults said that if you want to be rich, you must first build roads. Now the official roads have been built, and many of the small roads connecting the villages to the pass have also been built. I wonder when Yunzhou will be rich?"

Wang Buxi took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the dust off the bicycle carefully: "You are always greedy! Yunzhou is much better now than before! We must take it step by step! If the official roads are unobstructed, the flow of materials will be faster, and it will be much easier for the people to make money. We must give Yunzhou some more time to develop."

Yan Tongchu walked over to help Wang Buxi clean his bicycle and said embarrassedly: "It's not the general's achievements that are too brilliant, so I am anxious! Besides, a war is imminent, and it is impossible for Kyoto to allocate too much money to us. I just want to earn more..."

"Shh..." Wang Bushi glared at Yan Tongchu, and Yan Tongchu then realized that there was a strange and weak scholar beside him.

The two men stopped talking and just polished the bicycles in silence until they were shiny and glossy. Only then did the doorman finally arrive.

"Sir, please come in! Sir Wang, Sir Yan, please come in!"

When the three of them walked into the inner hall, they saw that Gu Nanxi looked a little tired, and there was a bowl of black medicine on the table.

Wang Buxi was startled and asked quickly, "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay. Bian Que'an said that I've been feeling a little irritated lately, so he prescribed some antipyretic medicine for me." There was a big blister on the wall of Gu Nanxi's mouth, and it hurt whenever he spoke.

The only thing that can worry Gu Nanxi is money.

Yesterday, Gu Nanxi received a letter from Su Xuanming, which reported in detail the enrollment situation of Baichuan Academy in various places. He also said in the letter that this year he wanted to open Baichuan Academy in Shuozhou and Nanjun!

There is not a single word about money in the entire letter, but every sentence is about money!

Baichuan Academy has always provided books for free. According to Su Xuanming's idea, if he wants to gain a foothold in Shuozhou and Nanjun, he does not intend to close the school in the early stage! Then all the expenses will be borne by Baichuan Academy!

Although the Baihua Printing Factory applied movable type printing, which could greatly reduce the cost of books, a copy of "Poetry and Miscellaneous Notes" with less than a hundred pages originally sold for two guan in a bookstore, but it only cost five hundred wen to buy it from the Baihua Printing Factory.

Even so, these five hundred coins were enough for a commoner's monthly food and clothing expenses, not counting rent.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, to support a scholar, not counting food, clothing and shelter, the cost of books, paper and ink alone would be at least two to three strings of cash a month. Baihua Academy had the advantage of being able to reduce the cost to less than one string of cash.

But to support a hundred scholars, that would cost a hundred strings of cash!

To run a college, you need a teaching building, right? Buying land and building a building all cost money.

There must be a teacher, right? Even if there are graduates from Baichuan Academy, they can take on some of the teaching tasks, but they can't do it for free, and they can't be asked to work at their own expense!

Adding some miscellaneous expenses inside and outside, opening a Baichuan Academy in Shuozhou and Nanjun would cost at least ten thousand taels a year!

Judging from Su Xuanming's personality, the inheritance allocated to him must be not enough, which is why he asked Gu Nanxi for help.

How could Gu Nanxi not get angry? !