Datang Fenghua Road

"Fuck, it's not that the family doesn't enter the house. If anyone dares to say that this guy is not Cheng Yaojin's son, I will immediately turn against him."

When he was sleeping soundly, cold water suddenly splashed his face, the kind of resentment was indescribable, Han Yue was furious, and he didn't want to wave two fists directly to Cheng Chumo's face.

Good, close enough to hit a nice eye-sealing hammer.

Cheng Chumo was grinning wildly, not wanting to be attacked suddenly. Anyone who has been through the eye-sealing hammer knows that this hand is extremely painful.The next moment, Cheng Chumo let out an unpleasant scream like killing a pig, and his eyes quickly swelled up.

"Hmph, you treat you as your father, and I don't dare to fight back if I get angry..." Han Yue smugly rolled up his sleeves, ignoring that his words were all verbal...

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At the [-]th watch, someone was splashing with cold water, and I couldn't sleep, so do something serious and start work.

Han Yue sneezed, Cheng Chumo rubbed his eyes, one of the brothers was hit with an eye-sealing hammer, and the other was beaten.

Helpless, they have become brothers, and it is okay to make small fights, but they can't really turn their faces.The two scolded for a while, and then crossed their shoulders for a while, leading the [-]th craftsman to prepare for work.

Building a workshop is easy.

Tianjiazhuang is near the Weishui River. There are many wastelands by the river. As long as you choose a good terrain, you can circle a few acres and report to the county office. After you have paid enough money to buy the land, as long as you don’t rebel, who cares about you. What's built on top?

Originally, when Han Yue was enthroned, he had given [-] acres of land, but for some reason, two months had passed, and not only did he not see the ancestral mansion to issue the award, but even the small officials who awarded the land were nowhere to be found.

There is something strange about this, and it is estimated that he is still dissatisfied with Li Shimin's aristocratic family for doing things in secret. Cheng Yaojin promised to ask when he left last night. If an old hooligan takes action, Han Yue is not worried that the things he deserves will grow wings and fly. .

It is estimated that Cijue and Tiantian will be able to come down soon, but they can't quench their thirst far away, so the Cheng family is anxious to build a workshop, so they can only buy it in an enclosure.

Old Cheng had anticipated this for a long time, and specially sent a Feng Shui master who knew about the situation to follow the team. The two brothers Shi Shiran came to the river. Han Yue had the intention to test him, so he randomly pointed to a wasteland for this person to check. .

I don't know if this guy really understands or is fooling around, he ran for a long time with a compass and chased a dog, suddenly he looked up to the sky with a wild laugh, and praised: "Jingyang Marquis is really a person with great luck, he randomly pointed to a piece of land, and it turned out to be the top. Jia's Pixiu's mouth is open, ahaha, it's hard to build a workshop and start an industry here..."

"Damn it, is it true? Pixiu opens his mouth, isn't that the only way to get in? And this terrain?" Han Yue was dumbfounded.

Cheng Chumo is a hard worker, he waved his hand directly, shouted at the craftsmen, and shouted: "What are you waiting for, let me move. Before dawn, I want to see the workshop take shape..."

"Before dawn? The workshop is formed? You're a goddamn immortal..." The craftsmen looked at each other, rolled their eyes in unison, and cursed.

Han Yue was also struck by lightning. He looked up at the sky and found that Dongfang was already slightly white, and it was at most half an hour before dawn.Looking down at the ground again, the grass is overgrown, the rocks are jagged, and it is ten acres.For this piece of land, it will take a long time to use large-scale machinery to level it in later generations. How thick of a brain does this guy have to say that the workshop will take shape before dawn?

But Cheng Chumo didn't feel ashamed at all, staring at Wu Liu Xuqing's two bull-eyed incarnations as the second master, urging the craftsmen to start work like a dog.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what are you doing? Are you looking for a lottery..."

Han Yue grabbed him and whispered, "Brother, brother knows that you are in a hurry, but as the saying goes, you need to eat in one bite, and the house needs to be built slowly. It would be good if we can lay the foundation of the workshop today. This is a compound that covers an area of ​​ten acres. No matter how many people you bring, it will take ten days to complete the work, because the nest workers..."

ten days?

Workers?

"shit!"

Cheng Chumo glanced at him and said disdainfully, "Your Majesty only needs a few days to build a palace. If my Cheng family needs ten days to build a workshop, wouldn't it make people laugh? Don't be afraid, brother, one day is enough to supervise the work."

"I'll go to you, you can die if you don't brag about it? It only takes a few days for His Majesty to build a palace, and the tofu slag project is not so fast. Does Li Shimin dare to live?"

Han Yue rolled his eyes, seeing that he was full of smugness, and then looked at the surrounding craftsmen, pointing and snickering, he quietly retreated, pretending not to know this guy...

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Chang'an, Wang's house, pavilion in the back garden.

Wang Lingyun held a scroll of ancient books left and right, and a white stone in his right hand.

There are nineteen vertical and horizontal chessboards, and the black and white pieces are indistinguishable from each other, as if the black piece is on the verge of becoming a big dragon, and the white piece is also emerging.

Under the pavilion, there was a dead man in black kneeling on one knee. Although the sun was fierce and made him dizzy, the man remained motionless, so he knelt there for half an hour, quietly waiting for the master to inquire...

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"What's the status quo of the things you've been asked to watch?" Finally, Wang Lingyun seemed to remember him and asked lightly.

The man in black turned pale, and replied respectfully, "Young Master Qi, Tianjiazhuang is still demolishing houses and building houses. That man from Jingyang County stayed in the village all day, and there was no abnormality."

"Is that all?"

"Yesterday Cheng Yaojin took his eldest son Cheng Chumo to Tianjiazhuang, and returned late at night..."

Wang Lingyun snorted softly, seemingly surprised: "Do you know why?"

The man in black lowered his hand and replied, "The spy doesn't dare to approach eavesdropping, it's hard to find out the reason for the time being!"

Wang Xun said from the side: "Big brother, are they also going to snatch the secret recipe? Cheng Yaojin is not easy to deal with. If the secret recipe is obtained by the Cheng family, it will be troublesome."

"The Cheng family..." Wang Lingyun said lightly, and suddenly smiled, the white stone in his hand slowly fell to the chessboard.

Heizi Dalong, instantly slaughtered!

Chapter 33 You wait, I can cure this old man

The majestic Chang'an City is prosperous in the West Market. This is the largest commercial area in the city. There is the largest Luoma Market in Datang, the largest cloth market in Datang, and the largest Chaimi Market in Datang. , five steps a restaurant, ten steps a shop, row upon row of high-rise buildings.

The West Market is the most noisy and prosperous place in the entire Tang Dynasty.However, recently, it has become a bit depressed here.

It's so hot, who's going shopping unless necessary?The reason why commerce is developed is because there are many people visiting. If there is a lack of participation of the customer base, no matter how many merchants there are, it will be useless...

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Old man Liu walked down the street with a load of corn cakes. The weather was hot and there were few people. He cherished every customer and kept shouting and selling.

It's a pity that the hot and dry weather seems to make people's appetite worse. After a whole morning, not a few pancakes were sold.

It was almost noon, and the sun above his head was getting more and more poisonous. Old man Liu felt tired and tired. He sighed and walked slowly to the door of a shop, ready to take advantage of the coolness of the eaves to catch his breath.

There are no customers in this shop. The shopkeeper and the staff in the shop disliked the heat in the room, so they squatted under the eaves to enjoy the coolness.

There is an herbal tea stall next to the shop. The whole West Market is depressed, but his business is good. There are seven or eight stools on two tables. There are about ten tea customers on it. It is estimated that they are tired and thirsty from the market. A bowl of tea to drink.

The old man Liu was also very thirsty. He carried a burden and walked all morning. In addition, he kept soliciting customers and shouting. His throat was already dry and cracked, and smoke was about to come out.

He glanced at the sign on the side of the tea stall, and saw a teapot and a large bowl painted with charcoal gray on it, and three copper coins with round square holes were painted under the teapot and the bowl.

This is a signboard, which means that a pot of tea costs three coins and copper coins. Most of the people who come to the West Market are pawn traders or small civilian households. Everyone is basically illiterate, so the signboards of the vendors here are generally represented by intuitive and easy-to-understand paintings.

"A pot of three cents of money, the top is my two pancake money, this tea stall is dark, the weather is so hot, and the tea is so expensive..." Old man Liu slammed his mouth and touched the money-packed person again. Pocket, finally muttering to himself, forcing himself not to think about thirst.

There is no way, there are still three children in the family to feed, so be thirsty, you can't make money indiscriminately.

Compared with thirst, he was more worried that the goods could not be sold. In such a hot day, there is nothing to eat for too long.