Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Duan Rongshu was so angry that his teeth itched, there were not many decent civil and military people in this dynasty.

Everyone didn't do much business, and the gossip spread quickly, especially the old man, the prime minister, how did he know?

It must be Zhao Huai's business. If you tell him with the front foot, you can pass it on with the back foot. It has nothing to do with him. Could it be that there is an inner ghost around him?

Tired, destroy it, or usurp the throne.

Yi Da moved his head closer, his voice was puzzled and excited, "Did you really kick His Majesty?"

Duan Rongshu nodded expressionlessly, "Kicked."

Yi Da really didn't expect him to be so awesome, "Ah, it's okay, hitting is kissing, scolding is love, and the sweetheart kicks with his feet."

"The farther you kick, the deeper you love."

Duan Rongshu sneered, "Not only did I kick him, I also beat him to tears, and kicked him into the pool to feed the bastard!"

Love him is a ball?Still kick far.

Don't you like spreading rumors?Come on, make it, let's make it together!

Fei Qian gave him a thumbs up, "Master Duan is really good at both literature and martial arts!"

Duan Rongshu, "..."

Among other things, the people in the household department focus on trust, no matter what they say.

Rumors only stop with wise men, but I am afraid that the court will not be able to stop.

Fei Qian rubbed his hands, "When will Mr. Duan come again next time, let's take a sneak peek."

There is another person who made an appointment to observe, can he sell tickets?Add money in the front row, and if you give a reward, you will cry Zhao Huai once.

Thinking about how beautiful the picture is, Duan Rongshu resolutely refused, "It's impossible, let's break up."

Yi Da hadn't retracted his grinning teeth before he ate another melon, which was served hot by the person himself.

Could it be that the relationship broke down?It shouldn't be, the triangle is very stable, shouldn't the love triangle be the same?

The scene suddenly froze.

Both of them wanted to know the reason, but they didn't open their mouths. After all, what they knew before was passed on. No one knew much about the situation of the two of them. If there was any special reason, wouldn't they just poke someone's wound?

Duan Rongshu turned to look at the two of them, "Let's go, why are you walking so slowly?"

"Oh, here we come."

Duan Rongshu thought to himself: It's better to be in an underground relationship. You won't see a cow being treated as cheating, and a kick can become a domestic violence. This gossip ability is comparable to modern entertainment news.Now he wants to manually revert the file, or send a lawyer's letter like those celebrities, saying that he and Zhao Huai are ordinary friends?

Laugh to death, even dogs won't believe it.

When it was time to be on duty, the conversation between the two of them obviously decreased a lot. Duan Rongshu asked, "Why don't you talk to each other today?"

Yi Da, "Didn't you just break up in love? I'm afraid it will affect you and make you sad."

Duan Rongshu:? ? ?

Broken love, does it mean that he unilaterally mentioned a breakup?

He said casually, "Aren't those who are abandoned feel sad?"

Just walking to the carriage, Duan Rongshu got into the carriage as he spoke, and waved to Yi Da.

And Yi Da stayed where he was with a dumbfounded look: Brother Duan abandoned the emperor?Cow wow!

After leaving duty, Duan Rongshu didn't go home, but went to see the newly opened salt shop.

Salt was a vital necessity in ancient times. Mineral salt was poisonous, while sea salt was expensive, and the price of salt sold even increased by more than ten times, making huge profits.If you want to reduce market turmoil, you can't just have Zhao Huai as a backer, and a sharp price drop will definitely touch the cake of many people.

In addition to opening salt shops across the country, Duan Rongshu also divided salt into two categories, ordinary salt and refined salt. Ordinary families only need to meet the needs of life and have no poison or impurities.And refined salt is to cut the leeks of the rich, no, it must become a necessary luxury.

Besides, there is no need for the original salt dealers to make enemies. Wholesale refined salt to them at a uniform price depends on their ability to sell it. It is best to sell it to the grasslands in exchange for cattle, sheep and horses, and he will recycle it at a uniform high price. It would be even better if we could monopolize the salt industry of foreign nations and strangle them by the throat. Not all wars require weapons.

Duan Rongshu walked up to the salt shop, looked left and right, there was no one there, even the sign at the door was about to be taken into the house by the staff.

Did it close on the day it opened?

The guy saw him standing here and said, "It's sold out today, come back tomorrow."

Oh, it didn't go out of business, it was because he was thinking too much.

Duan Rongshu walked into the shop, and saw the shopkeeper's abacus flying, grinning. The waiter saw him coming in, and reminded him again, "Today's is sold out, come and buy it early tomorrow."

The shopkeeper raised his head, flipped over the counter nimbly, and kicked the clerk, "Buy you big-headed ghost, this store is owned by the young owner, still want to buy?"

Duan Rongshu looked at his general's belly: it's well hidden, he has some kung fu on him.

"Today's all sold out?"

The shopkeeper nodded, "Yes, it was sold out before noon, and there are still others that can be bought for ten or twenty catties, and they sell out very quickly."

"Look, do you want to add more goods tomorrow?"

Duan Rongshu, "No, the purchase limit is two catties per person. They are just trying to save money, and they are afraid that they will not sell them in the future. If you want to buy more, just tell them that this is under the emperor's name. There is no accident. It will always be sold at this price. There's no need to stockpile."

He actually wanted to say that unless the dynasty changed, the emperor would be dead, but if the shopkeeper said it, he might be arrested.

After explaining some things to the shopkeeper, Duan Rongshu went out without returning to the carriage. He put on a cloak and started strolling on the street by himself, surrounded by the sound of vendors hawking, chatting and laughing in tea shops, and fireworks. The air was so strong that he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to be in the modern age. The stone road under his feet was very solid, which gave him a full sense of reality, as if living in the modern age for 20 years was only a dream.

A little girl by the side of the road was selling gardenias with a flower basket. When she saw Duan Rongshu, she also came up to her and asked, "My lord, do you want to buy gardenias? They are very fragrant."

Duan Rongshu was stunned, and patted his belt, only to find that there was no money. Just as he was about to refuse, he handed over a bunch of copper coins in one hand.

"I want this basket of young masters."

Wu Guang smiled like a god of war with a crooked mouth, and said meanly to Duan Rongshu, "Why do you still like what little girls like?"

Duan Rongshu, "..."

"Why are you here?"

Wu Guang took the little girl's flower basket, picked out a handful and stuffed it into Duan Rongshu's hands, "This is not your wall, why can't I come?"

Duan Rongshu let out an "oh", lowered his head and smelled the gardenia in his hand, it smelled very fragrant, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

Wu Guang carried the basket on his shoulders, like an aunt shopping for vegetables. He didn't show much interest in flowers, as if he bought flowers just to tease Duan Rongshu.

Duan Rongshu asked, "Are you going to change your career to be a flower seller?"

Wu Guang curled his lips, "You are the flower seller."

He glanced at Duan Rongshu who was holding the flowers, and thought: If you sell flowers, there must be a lady to support you.

Wu Guang glanced randomly, like a thief stepping on the spot, "Then what, I will send you flowers, can you..."

Duan Rongshu blinked, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Wu Guang cleared his throat and repeated, "I said, I'll give you flowers, can you teach me how to kick."

Like the kind that can kick His Majesty into a ditch.

Duan Rongshu, "..."