At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

'He said, I'm just as silly as the sparrow you raised before!'

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows, and the look in his eyes clearly meant, aren't you and Tuanque the same bird?

Zhuque's fur stood up, and he turned around, pointing his butt towards Xie Yuheng.

"Don't listen, Yuheng is reciting the sutra!"

It is a sacred bird now, how can it have a dark history? I will never admit it!

Xie Yuheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

He had said before that he was old, but in her eyes, he looked no different from a three-year-old child.

"The Ministry of Rites asked me to ask you, where do you plan to build the Suzaku Temple?"

Upon hearing this, Suzaku turned around again and tilted his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"Why don't I live with you? I can just live in the Marquis of Jiangling's mansion!"

Xie Yuheng was thinking about the rebuilt Jiangling Marquis Mansion, which had expanded by several acres to the south compared to before it was burned.

"I will talk to the people in the Ministry of Rites later and ask them to open a hole in the north of Jiangling Marquis's Mansion and build the temple there."

After all, it is a divine bird, so it must be a bit miraculous...

Furthermore, with so much food, vegetables and fruits in the space, they would just take up space, and the east coast coastal areas were hit by the disaster.

Mr. Xu Nan, the businessman, didn’t you say that it was Chu Heng’s misconduct and that this was a punishment from God?

She wanted to see which day would be more effective.

After deciding on the location of the Suzaku Temple, Xie Yuheng ordered Rong Shi to deliver the news to the Ministry of Rites before curfew.

Although it's a holiday today, there are still people staying here!

When time had passed, he returned to the Si Mansion. The lights in the corridors were already on, and the dim candlelight was swaying slowly.

In the side hall of the central hall, everyone was having a meal around the table.

Wei Chi mechanically chewed the beef, which was his favorite food in the past.

At this time, because of the constant thoughts in my mind, I lost my appetite.

As Xie Yuheng and Si Yuandao said, the commander is at a disadvantage and has his own advantages.

Similarly, there are also high requirements for the commander's brain.

When he thought of this, he wished he could go back home right now and dive into the room full of military books left to him by his brother.

He finally understood why Xie Yuheng called him.

Not only did he treat him as a normal person, but he also pointed out a new path for him.

The beef became saltier and saltier as he ate it, as if the chef in Si Mansion had beaten the salt seller to death.

Until the boy next to him handed over a handkerchief from under the table.

Wei Chi couldn't hold it in any longer, and hugged Si Yuandao on the other side, crying loudly.

After a noisy night, Xie Yuheng and others went to court early the next morning.

Wei Chi, on the other hand, plunged headfirst into his own study, with the energy of a scholar preparing for an imperial examination.

After Chu Heng left the court, he learned about this and smiled happily.

It was worth it that he sent people to the Eastern Palace to inquire when Xie Yuheng would leave.

Let Nalan Wei stop halfway and stop Wei Chi.

He wanted to laugh when he thought of Wei Chi being forced by Xie Yuheng to work as an ordinary craftsman in the printing house.

Wei Chi is such a bull, he has a very stubborn temper!

It has to be done like Xiao Fuxing, who doesn't play by the rules.

……

August thirteen.

Only two days had passed since the last holiday, and officials from all walks of life in the court welcomed the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

From the 13th to the 15th, three days of vacation is better than nothing.

"Well, those of us who live far away from our hometown can't go back anyway."

"That's right, we might as well get the Suzaku Temple out as soon as possible!"

The craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry spoke with great righteousness...

In fact, if you work on holidays or extra hours during festivals, the court will pay you double the wages...

At this time, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the sound of the morning bell in Shangjing City was still echoing in the sky.

The craftsmen walked in groups of three or four towards the Jiangling Marquis' Mansion, gnawing on the handles of the cages.

One person, his mouth full of oil, said happily: "I heard that those officials are...

"You can't eat while walking like us."

"Otherwise, if you are unlucky and are seen by the censor, you will be reported for disgrace to the government."

Another older man nodded and said, "That's true."

"Alas, it is not easy for them to be officials. They need to be outstanding in talent and knowledge, and they also need to pay attention to their appearance at all times."

A craftsman next to him curled his lips and said, "Why don't you say that their salary is much higher than ours."

"Sitting in the government office, you won't be blown by the wind or wet by the rain."

"Even the mooncakes they distributed yesterday used better ingredients than ours. Ours are just ordinary red clay mooncakes."

As we were talking, we had reached the end of the road.

Standing in front of the Suzaku Temple, which was just taking shape, the older craftsman glanced at him.

"Yes, being an official is so good, why don't you go?"

The craftsman was choked and speechless.

If he could pass the imperial examination and become an official, who would want to be a craftsman?

"Some people really don't know how much knowledge they have."

The older craftsman said this, took out the key and opened the outermost door of the temple.

Since Marquis Jiangling handed over the address of the Suzaku Temple.

More than 200 craftsmen are working hard on the project. Now the large framework has been built and it is expected to be completed by the end of the month.

However, the elderly craftsman stood in front of the wooden door in a daze.

Looking at the mountain of peanuts in front of me, it felt like a dream.

"Hey, where did all these peanuts come from?"

The uneducated craftsman walked quickly forward while speaking.

He stood in front of the pile of peanuts, grabbed a handful and put it in his arms, then immediately reached out.

With a 'snap', the older craftsman slapped his hands away.

He lowered his voice and scolded: "You dare to take anything regardless of the occasion. Do you want to die?"

The ignorant craftsman curled his lips and said, "Only heaven and earth know, and only you and I know."

"It's still early now, so we can just grab some and come back later. As long as we don't tell anyone, no one will know we took them."

"you……"

The older craftsman, who was so angry with him, pointed to the house frame not far away.

"Do you know where this place is? This is the temple of the sacred bird!"

"Will the divine bird bother with little people like us? Besides, gods are supposed to love the world, so what's wrong with taking a little?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pile of bird shit fell from the sky.

It landed right on the tip of his nose, and there was a faint sign of it sliding down...

Seeing this, the other craftsmen who had come forward all took a step back.

All things have spirits, so it’s better to be in awe of them!

When this news was delivered to the palace, the Grand Tutor came to see it in person.

In addition to the peanuts outside, there are piles of medicinal herbs in the hall, and most of them are over a hundred years old.

For a time, the name of the sacred bird, Vermillion Bird, became famous far and wide.

The lies fabricated by businessman Xu Nan were self-defeating.

However, more people are talking about Jiangling Hou who can "communicate" with Suzaku.

He had a fief of ten thousand households and was a first-rank marquis, but he had not yet come of age and had not yet married.

What a good piece of cake this is, who wouldn’t want to hold on to this thick thigh?

But the elders of the Xie family refused to see the guests, and Si Yuandao couldn't get the deal!

Some people even set their sights on Fugui, throwing chicken legs to Si's mansion every day...

"No, they are sick. What can they do by winning over the rich?"

"Can Fugui help them open the door to Si Mansion?"