After hearing this, Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Of course I remember this, it's just Mr. Zhao, what do you mean?"

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "The city of Bianliang is close to the city, and the food and clothing of millions of families in the city depends on the woven boats and boats on the Bian River. The piles of goods naturally require strong men to transport them. Brother Qiao, you also said that the Beggars' Sect is at most Kong Wuhanzi. In this way, then from Dongshuimen to Yangzhou, the Bian River, isn't it born to be the waterway of fortune that is the Beggars' Sect?"

When they heard Zhao Ji's idea, Qiao Feng and Fang Zhuangzhu's eyes lit up immediately. They lowered their heads and thought about it. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that this method was feasible. Although it was a bit tired of being a strong man, the Beggars' Gang, the people who broke the family, had to do it in order to survive and beg along the streets. What should I do if I have such an opportunity to sell my labor for vitality?

Zhao Ji continued: "Manpower moves goods is just the first step. After the heroes of the Beggars' Gang took root at the Watergate Wharf, they became familiar with the details of this business. I can invest in opening a warehouse on the wharf. We store goods in the off-season and ship in the peak season. When we enter and exit, we will have money flowing. The longer we do it, the smoother the business will be."

Qiao Feng and others were still digesting the first financial way of Zhao Ji's guidance. Unexpectedly, he talked to the depths and his mood became even more exciting. The helm leader couldn't help but tremble: "Gang Master, you can do this matter, don't hesitate anymore!"

Seeing that Qiao Feng and the others were completely moved, Zhao Ji smiled and said, "There is no rush to draw a conclusion about this matter. Brother Qiao, you have to stay in Bianliang City for a few days. In the past few days, we will take time to go to the Water Gate Wharf to watch and then make up our minds."

After saying that, Zhao Ji stood up and said goodbye, leaving time for Qiao Feng and the others to digest. Although this matter has not been completely decided, Zhao Ji's response to Qiao Feng and the others should be almost the same. As long as he can bring the Beggars' Sect to Bianliang City, his operational space will be much greater.

That night, Zhao Ji slept very comfortably, without even dreaming. When he opened his eyes, he was dawn.

After washing and walking out of the bedroom, Zhao Ji saw Qiao Feng, who was quite tired, standing in the front yard, and greeted with a smile: "Brother Qiao, you got up early. Come and have breakfast together, so go to the dock to take a look."

Qiao Feng said shyly: "This matter is related to the future situation of the Beggars' Sect. Qiao dared not neglect it. Before dawn, he had already asked the dock with several brothers in the gang. Boats and boats are indeed frequent on the Bian River, and many goods have not had time to unload and can only stay on the boat overnight. I also asked some experts about it. In a few days, there will be a wave of spring rain. When the water level of the river rises, the south and north will be another peak season. I have asked the rudder leader to rush back to Luoyang immediately to inform him, and strive to really buy this business when the peak season comes."

When Zhao Ji heard this, he laughed and said, "Brother Qiao, you are decisive and responsible in your work. The Beggars' Sect should prosper in your hands. Don't worry, I will also handle related matters under my own jurisdiction. When all the friends of the Beggars' Sect arrive, they will be able to buy it immediately."

Qiao Feng clasped his fists at Zhao Ji and said, "This time the Beggars' Sect can open up a new situation. It depends entirely on your righteous help from Mr. Zhao. Qiao Feng remembers this great kindness in his heart and will never forget it!"

"Brother Qiao, you are so serious. Friends have the meaning of wealth. Besides, I didn't use the silver to supplement the Beggars' Sect this time. If you see this again, you have been practicing hard for me for the past twenty days. I will give you a great gift for you." Zhao Ji said seriously: "We don't have to thank you anymore. I regard you as a respected brother. I am happy that I can help you solve some troubles."

Qiao Feng focused on the key points and stopped talking about this matter. Instead, he said, "I haven't been sleeping all night. I'm a little bit unhealthy now. First go back to my room to take a nap. When my spirit is full, I will help Mr. Zhao to do your best."

Zhao Ji said: "I feel very healthy recently, and there is nothing wrong with it. Brother Qiao, you are about to travel far again and need to take care of your body and energy. Let's stop this time."

Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "Since you have done it, you must do your best. You must never give up halfway." In fact, after more than twenty days of practice, Zhao Ji's meridians have been unobstructed, and his body is even better than many masters with superb internal skills in the martial arts world. However, Qiao Feng's personality is capable of doing tens, never nine and a half points. What he mainly does in the past few days is to use mellow internal strength to dissolve the abundant energy in the medicinal materials that Zhao Ji has tonic, and strengthen and nourish the meridians of the entire body as a whole.

Zhao Ji could not resist Qiao Feng's persistence and had to continue to accept it. To be honest, since he met Qiao Feng, the character traits shown by this majestic and heroic person always made Zhao Ji, a soul who was deeply influenced by the stingy atmosphere of later generations, feel ashamed. Although Zhao Ji couldn't help Qiao Feng's open-mindedness and righteousness, he really yearned for it. This is a friend who needs no doubt and can be trusted completely!

Because Qiao Feng was about to leave, Zhao Ji invited him to the night-long tour of Fanren on Baocisi Street every day. Although he used the rhetoric to appreciate the exotic atmosphere of Fanren, he seized every opportunity to let Qiao Feng understand that as long as he did not have the intention of harming others, both Hu and Han people could live well in the Song Dynasty. Although these subtle advice seemed to have no effect at the moment, if Qiao Feng's life experience was exposed, it might be able to achieve some results.

On this day, they walked around the Imperial Street from the Liao people. Without the cover of the Hu people's shops, they saw a building that looked like a burning flame from afar. Although it was not very high and was blocked by the surrounding high-rise shops from another angle, they were extremely conspicuous from this angle and were curious.

"That is the Persian temple. It is also called Zoroastrianism in our Central Plains. The entire temple is red inside and outside, and it seems like it is on fire. People with less courage nearby dare not be neighbors with them." Liang Shicheng looked at Zhao Ji's gaze and then smiled.

When Zhao Ji heard the name of Zoroastrianism, he felt a little familiar. When he saw that the temple was built in a very special way, he wanted to go in and take a look. He turned to look at Qiao Feng, and Qiao Feng smiled and said, "It's okay to go anywhere. I also took this opportunity to open my eyes and see how the temples in Fanbian are different from our Zhongyuan."

Since Qiao Feng did not object, the group walked towards the Zoro Temple. When they walked to the gate of the temple, they could see clearly that the temple was covered with fiery red glazed tiles. The glaze-colored tiles reflected the colorful lights and shadows on the street, which were very beautiful. Looking inside from the gate, the bluestone pavement was covered with red carpets, spotless, and the corridor was covered with various religious talismans and patterns. Although Zhao Ji and the others couldn't understand what it meant, they felt solemn and beautiful.

There were also pedestrians coming and going in the temple, most of whom were Persians wearing long robes and green eyes. They walked quietly and could hardly hear footsteps. After seeing Zhao Ji and the others, they did not show xenophobia, but nodded in a very friendly manner. Someone was kneeling in front of the shrine under the corridor, murmured and praying, and his expression was peaceful and quiet.

Zhao Ji and his friends visited the front yard of the temple for a week and watched the exotic buildings. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a huqin coming from behind the temple. Looking back, a high wall blocked the inside and outside, and only a small arch connected the inside and outside. Through the arch, they saw pearls and figures swaying, as if there was a unique world behind the high wall.

Zhao Ji was curious for a moment and walked towards the arch tentatively. Seeing that no one was blocking him, he stepped in. However, before his steps had fallen, a gust of wind came to him. He was shocked and it was too late to withdraw. Suddenly, he pulled him back with force. In the critical moment, Qiao Feng took action.

Zhao Ji was shocked and looked into the arch again. The first thing that caught his eye was a bright and cold sword. When he thought that it was this sword that was slashing at him just now, if Qiao Feng had not taken action to pull him back in time, he would not have known how embarrassed he would have been.

For a moment, he was slightly annoyed, but before he could speak, the master of the sword, a burly and strong man, jumped out from behind the arch. This man was not a Persian, but a Han man with a somewhat arrogant expression. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhao Ji, and snorted coldly: "If you are blind, you will break in? This is where you can go in and out at will? If you retreat slowly, you will immediately be asked to see blood!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ji's eyes froze and he sneered: "Then is the inner palace behind? It is the center of the yamen? The main hall of Kaifeng Mansion can be easily entered and exited, so why can't I enter this place?"

When the man heard Zhao Ji's words, he smiled and said with a laugh, as if he had heard such a ridiculous thing. The laughter was as if he turned around. His wrist turned up and a sword flower, his eyebrows and eyes slanted and threatened, "Are all the people in Bianliang City stupid? I came out with a knife, which was to reason with you? The Zhao Guan family is very powerful, but I can't care about me! I have a rare good temper and willing to say more, but it is difficult to take back the knife if it is chopped down!"

Before he finished speaking, he lifted his shoulders and elbows and wiped his blade straight towards Zhao Ji's chest. Looking at his calm and composed appearance, even if he was not intentionally hurting others, he had made up his mind to make Zhao Ji look ugly.

clang!

Qiao Feng flipped his palm and slashed out from the air, and his energy hit the blade. The man felt a great force hitting the tiger's mouth along the blade, and then half of his body became numb. He couldn't control it, and the big sword fell into the dust. After being frustrated, the man's face changed, and then his eyes stared at Qiao Feng with a huge eye like a cow, looking incredible.

Qiao Feng took a step forward, vaguely protected Zhao Ji behind him, stared at the big man and said, "My friend is a little impatient, right? He will wave his sword to face him when he disagrees. If he really hurts someone, it will be hard to be good!"

The man took a step back, his eyes still fell on Qiao Feng, his face changed, and after a while, he spoke: "What a mellow internal skill! If you ask me to pick up the knife, you will also show your weapons. Let's fight again. If I lose to you, I can kowtow to you and admit my mistakes! I respect the most skilled and powerful men in my life. As for some ordinary people and mediocre people, it is rare to hear good words from me!"
Chapter completed!