Blood transfusion pill?

The killing monk glanced at the opened shiny jade box.

The red pill, which is the size of a longan, exudes a strong smell of lead and mercury.

The surface is round and flawless and the color is excellent.

It was like a fireball, scorching hot.

"Apprentice, there is nothing unusual about the Yang Pills from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

When you officially hit the blood exchange mark, I will give you a Yin Dan, which will ensure better effectiveness."

The killing monk raised his eyebrows and said with high spirits.

The old monk's words made Luo Yuzhen look embarrassed.

As the third son of Tongbao Bank, he has always been generous and admired by others. When has he ever been disliked like this?

I still remember the time when Ji Yuan had not yet risen to prominence.

Luo and Zhen once held a small alchemy gathering in Zhuoyuan, and seven or eight thousand taels of silver were scattered out like water.

With such a generous act, many generals and nobles were shocked.

Unfortunately, today is different from the past.

Ji Yuan was one of the 100 households in Fusi, Beizhen, and because he had made great contributions many times, he had no shortage of meritorious deeds.

With the Black Dragon's arsenal at his back, he can exchange for supplies at any time.

Not to mention the master level of the Killing Monk, whose background is so profound that it is difficult for outsiders to guess.

It is reasonable to look down upon this thing.

This great elixir, which helps people break through the blood exchange barrier, is a hot commodity worth ten thousand taels of silver.

It is enough to make many warriors jealous and eager to fight for it at the risk of beheading.

But for the two people in front of them, an old man and a young man, they really have no weight at all.

"Master, what you said is wrong. Luo Sanlang is my dearest brother, who is as close as my brothers. A thought is more important than a gift.

But there are some things you shouldn’t do. With our friendship, it’s such a big deal. To put it bluntly, there’s no need to specially prepare gifts and come to your door!”

Ji Yuan was flexible and took the initiative to ignore the Yang Dan and Yin Dan mentioned by the killing monk, thus resolving the embarrassment between Luo and Zhen.

When he was not yet prosperous, the third son of the uncle's family helped him several times.

Moreover, the other party has a good temperament and does not have the common dandy habits of wealthy people, so he is considered worthy of friendship.

"Brother Ji, to tell you the truth, I do have something to ask of you."

Luo Yuzhen was a thin-skinned person and felt a little embarrassed when she made her purpose clear.

"My father heard that Brother Ji might be sent out to patrol the prefecture after the new year, so he wanted to ask me to join you as a companion.

Brother Ji, you also know that my family's business is doing pretty well.

Most of the Tongbao Banks throughout the Jing Dynasty were managed by my father and eldest brother.

The second brother was in charge of transporting salt and iron, and I was the least effective.

What my father means is that if we stay together for a long time, we will become useless sooner or later.

Rather than continue to stay in Tianjing, it is better for me to take on a business and hone my temperament and abilities."

Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said jokingly:

"The largest bank in Jing Dynasty, the top ten leading banks in Tianjing, taking over the Ministry of Accounts, and the issuance of treasure banknotes made by the Ministry of Industry... If this is just okay, no one will dare to talk about business in that day."

Luo Yuzhen's father was a real imperial businessman, nicknamed "Wealth can communicate with gods, wealth can be a minister".

The Household Department is in charge of measuring fields, collecting taxes, and accounting for money and grain, and the Industry Department is responsible for civil engineering and water conservancy construction, ordnance and elixir manufacturing, textile mining, and mining.

Everyone should show some respect and respectfully call them "Uncle Guo".

The background is so strong that it is even higher than those of the princes and princes in Gonghoufang.

"Those are the big things that my eldest brother and my second brother will have to worry about in the future. They have nothing to do with me."

Luo Yuzhen smiled, as if he didn't care at all and had no intention of sharing the family fortune.

"Then why don't you become a wealthy and idle person? I don't think you, Brother Luo, are very interested in doing business."

Ji Yuan called his maid and made two pots of tea.

Seeing his disciples discussing business, the killing monk curled his lips.

Not interested in listening anymore, I took my copper bowl and went out to beg for alms.

In the flower hall, there was one less Buddhist master sitting in charge, and Luo and Zhen suddenly felt a little relieved.

He smiled bitterly and said sincerely:

"Brother Ji doesn't know something. My father has been very strict and disciplined since he was a child.

If it is a partial family, the children of the branch lineage will be fine.

If you are not good at writing or military, you can work as a cashier or accountant in various prefectures.

Give him enough money every month and let him do as he pleases.

But a direct descendant like me, who is the eldest member of the family, will always have to share some of the burdens for my father and elder brothers.

I'm really just waiting to die, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the house."

So it turns out that Uncle Guo is so strict in running the family?

Ji Yuan felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

Although he was born into a wealthy family, he could not lie down.

It's indeed a bit miserable.

"I'm not afraid of Brother Ji's jokes. I can't bear hardships. It's hard to achieve success in practicing martial arts. I'm definitely not going to be a military strategist.

The root of wisdom is limited and cannot bear the hardships. Neither Buddhism nor Taoism can learn from it.

A few years ago, with the help of the prince, I became a disciple of Mr. Lu Xian, the master of wine in the academy, and now I am reluctantly convinced."

Luo Yuzhen is very self-aware and doesn't mind exposing his own shortcomings.

A young boy of eighteen or nineteen has entered the realm of admiration.

If it were anywhere else, he would be worthy of being called a superior talent.

But left in Tianjing City, it seems a bit mediocre.

"It turns out that Brother Luo studied under Confucian masters, so you don't have to worry. Confucian martial arts mostly come from accumulated experience.

After the four realms, heaven and man are united, and the Dharma follows the instructions, which is very powerful."

Ji Yuan paused and comforted.

He can barely be regarded as a Buddha, and he is also a soldier.

Mainly based on the Fudosan King Sutra, the dragons roar in iron cloth and the tigers roar in golden bells.

Xuantian Shenglong Dao's Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword is used as a killing move at the bottom of the box, and is rarely shown to others.

"I've gone too far, let's get back to the point.

The imperial court may send more troops to Liaodong in the near future to prepare for next year's spring hunting.

When my father heard the news, he decided to open up a trade route.

The furs, mineral veins, horses, and medicinal herbs outside the pass are all high-quality goods and profitable.

I just thought about Liaodong, where thieves were rampant, green forests became roads, and border generals were always arrogant and domineering.

Tongbao Bank's reputation as an imperial merchant may not be enough to control the situation."

Luo Yuzhen did not hide anything and responded honestly.

"There was no reliable person at the head of the house, so I took the initiative to take over the responsibility.

Now we are looking for some capable men to do the work, and we will set off as soon as spring arrives."

Increase troops? Liaodong? Spring hunting?

Ji Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed a few times, and he smelled something unusual.

Is the East Palace planning to purge the border troops?

Start with Liaodong?

That's right.

The Liangguogong tree has deep roots and is difficult to shake.

King Yan's identity is sensitive, in case the other two princes mistakenly think that he is cutting off the vassal.

That would add fuel to the fire and cause a big mess.
To be continued...