[The eldest daughter of the Qinggui clan VS the affectionate merchant son of Shiroki Hei] Abuse warning!
He said, "Today is the forty-sixth year of our marriage, seven months... And three days." "Wanqing, I forced this life... If there is a next life..."
She laughed at him, "Idiot, this life... Is not over yet."
One year ago, "Wanqing, remember, no one can humiliate you. No one."
A year later, "My husband cannot collapse like this."
The prosperity of Yangzhou began with salt production and flourished with water transportation.
There are rumors in the world that "the salt merchants of the Huaihe River and Huaihe River are as rich as the enemy" and "whoever gets the salt leads to Yangzhou"
Among scholars, farmers, and merchants, merchants were at the bottom. This was the understanding engraved in Li Wanqing's bones.
But who cares about a woman's wishes, even if she comes from a noble family, even if she is the eldest daughter who has read poetry and books.
Xiao Yunpu, an upstart salt merchant, planted Xiao flags all over the Cao River in just six months.
When he tried to open the door of the Li Mansion of the Third Imperial Academy and asked to marry the eldest daughter Li Wanqing, who was as bright as the bright moon, he realized that there were some thresholds in this world, and ladders made of smelly copper could never be climbed.
Scholars and businessmen are incompatible, and people from two different worlds collide. Are moths attracted to the flame, leading to their own destruction? Or break through the ancient barrier between scholars and merchants that spanned hundreds of years?
Salt is white and silver is bright.
But the heart in Yangzhou City is dark.
