On the possibility of Wang Ye falling in love with a school tyrant

The four of Fenghuaxueyue agreed that their young master was deeply hurt by the prince.

After the spring feast ended that day, Fu Donglou did not go back to Dongli, but went back to Nanshanyuan outside the city and plunged into the newly built laboratory.In the past few days, food and water were brought in, and Fu Donglou never took a step out.

Feng Yang: "My master likes to be lively since I was a child. In the past, there were not many people in the house, but now I shut myself in that small room."

Xuejin: "My master loves to be clean so much, I haven't asked to bring water to take a bath these days, my body is definitely uncomfortable."

Huayuan: "Master likes delicious food the most on weekdays, but the rice that was sent in these days has not been touched much, so I only used a few mouthfuls of steamed buns. How good it is."

Yueqiao: "In the past, the master didn't go through the ledger someday to get some money, but the grain store has to be reopened these days and there is no movement."

Fenghua Xueyue: "Hey..." Your lord, you are a scumbag!

Although Fu Donglou had been in seclusion for seven or eight days, what he was supposed to do was arranged early in the morning.

Now all the storytellers in Jinguan City are talking about a new story, which is about the dragon girl in Dongting who married far away in Sichuan and Shu, and was abused by her husband, Nanhe Jun and her in-laws. The book reported to the Dongting Dragon Palace, and the dragon girl was saved.In order to repay the kindness, Longnu promised her body. Liu Yiqian, a gentleman, did not want to repay the kindness, so he rejected Longnv.The dragon girl fell in love with Liu Yi, and after several twists and turns, the two finally got married as lovers.

Dragon Girl and Liu Yi lived in the outskirts of Chengdu after they got married. The pearls on their heads turned into hot springs. The soil and rivers around the house felt that Dragon Girl’s aura was extraordinary. The effect of prolonging life.

This was originally the famous "Liu Yi Biography" in the legend of Tang Dynasty. After some adaptations by Fu Donglou, it became difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.This passage is adapted in such a way that it is full of grievances and hatreds, and it is full of twists and turns. Storytellers love to talk about it, and everyone who listens to it is addicted to it. This is the good literary talent of the original author and Fu Donglou.

Not only that, but there are even some good people who take the legend as the truth, and after repeated research, they firmly insist that the hot spring transformed by the pearl is the eye of Nanshanyuan.Since then, there have been more and more people watching around Nanshan Garden every day. Later, they found out that this villa was built by the late emperor and now it is owned by Zhunrui Wangqing. The royal property, isn't there a dragon spirit? Believe the story of the dragon girl's life.

Since it is said that the things in the field have spirituality, some people naturally have the idea of ​​​​making fruits and vegetables in Nanshan Garden.However, this land is now Zhunrui Wangqing's property, and no one dares to make rash decisions. After a few people who came to inquire were rejected by the house uncle, everyone could only hope and sigh.

On the other hand, the four of them, taking advantage of Fu Donglou's seclusion, went to collect wheat and rapeseed with the house uncle, and experienced the joy of rural life.

The day Fu Donglou came out of the laboratory opened everyone's eyes. Among other things, that look really got Zhai Xi's true biography.Feng Huaxueyue was used to the elegant and handsome young master, and she hated this kind of chicken-nest-tou attire. Before Fu Donglou could show off his research results, he was packed and thrown into the clean room by a few courageous servants and maids.

"Young master, what is this?" Xueqin circled around Fu Donglou's research results several times, wanting to touch but dare not, for fear of breaking it.

"I think it's a loom." Huayuan pondered for a while, "Do you think this shelf is just for the spindles?"

"I still have knowledge in Huayuan. This is the spinning machine that my young master transformed. Eight spindles can be placed on one machine. The yarn spun by this spinning machine is more than eight times that of the current machine. In two days I'll let the people from our cloth shop get the machines and put them into production, and we'll open the shop as soon as the cloth shop is finished." After taking a bath, Fu Donglou felt much more at ease, now that there was a lot of romance and the adoring gazes of the house uncle and the others were sharp, his whole body Up and down is really indescribable.

"Hey, how much money can this spinning machine earn in a day?" Yueqiao said, taking out the small abacus that he carried with him, and calculated it one by one.

"Master, you are really amazing, you can actually make this kind of thing." Feng Yang's eyes changed when he saw his young master, and he froze. I taught you the skills of the Luban clan."

"What Zhai Xi taught, how could he know this." This is the spinning jenny, something that was only available during the first industrial revolution. If Zhai Xi knew it, he would be damned, unless he also came from time travel.

"Master Zhai can't, but Lord Zhai's close friend is a descendant of Lu Ban." Feng Yang slapped his head, "I forgot, master, you don't remember the past. Speaking of which, you also knew this person before , called Gong Shuzhe, he has a very good relationship with Lord Zhai, and he is a master craftsman of the imperial court."

My father is still a doctoral student majoring in mechanical manufacturing, so what kind of Gongshu Zhe would not be able to do this even if Lu Ban was alive.

"Young master, I made this independently. It has nothing to do with others. I polished every part on it." Fu Donglou walked to the spinning machine to demonstrate, "See, it's easy to use, just Just turn the wheel this way."

"This old slave really opened his eyes today, the master is a great talent." The house uncle stroked his beard with a smile, and couldn't move his eyes from looking at the loom.

"Hey, young master, you don't do such rough work when you're a scribbler. Let this servant see if your fingers are worn out." Huayuan noticed that Fu Donglou's delicate and slender fingers like white jade were a lot rougher, and the skin was broken in places. , Stamped his feet in distress, and hurried down to make ointment.

"Master, I haven't been able to eat or sleep these few days. The old slave asked the cook to cook you ginseng chicken soup. Would you like to use some now?" The house uncle was excited when he saw his master's handsome face that had lost a lot of weight, and he said Distressed, but also secretly glad that the master was not depressed because of the prince's displeasure.The main house of a big family is rarely the same as the master's water □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ they are respectful to each other as guests.Fu Donglou can live and earn money by himself, at least he won't have to look at the prince to live in the future.Fang Gui regarded Fu Donglou as his own child in his heart, and felt relieved when he saw this.

"Yes, master, let's go eat quickly. You haven't been able to eat well or sleep well these days, and you've lost weight." Yueqiao said and snorted dissatisfiedly, "Our master was born like this." Mei has such ability, why does the prince look down on the master, master, you really don't deserve to be so sad for the prince."

Fu Donglou was surrounded by wind, flowers, snow and moon, and walked towards the dining room, listening to a few people chattering about what Bo Junhe said didn't sound more and more unpleasant.

"Master, when did I feel sad for King Rui? I'm just busy making spinning machines these days. I'm like this when I'm busy. I don't even care about eating and sleeping. Just get used to it."

"Master, are you really for King Rui?" Feng Yang and Fu Donglou have the deepest bond, and they are also the most equal among them, "But you haven't smiled since you came back from the Spring Banquet, and you've been deeply involved in it." Then why didn't you come out of the laboratory, the younger ones thought you were sad."

Nonsense, whoever is bitten by a dog can feel better.Thinking of Fu Donglou subconsciously touching his lips, the burning numbness still seemed to remain on his lips, and Fu Donglou's heart beat twice faster for a moment.

"It's about nothing, you don't gossip masters." Fu Donglou pleaded with his neck, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Serve the food, I don't feel it when I'm busy, but I'm really hungry when I'm free."

"Master, I have something to ask you." The house uncle hesitated for a while, "The palace gave you an acceptance gift, and you were busy at that time so that no one would disturb you, so this old slave boldly accepted it for you. Ordinarily, it is time for us to ask about famous gifts. Who do you plan to send Geng Tie to the palace? It is said that the status of the person who sent the Geng Tie should not be bad. meaning is……?"

This matter was supposed to be handled by the Xiangfu, but Fang Bo knew that the Wangfu didn't intend to let the Xiangfu handle it when he saw that the Na Caili from the Wangfu was directly delivered to Nanshanyuan by Bai Junhe himself.Without the great banner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Fu Donglou's status would inevitably be compromised. Fang Bo secretly thought that the prince really didn't care about his master, and while feeling sorry for Fu Donglou, he also had to worry about these things for him.

As soon as Fu Donglou heard it, he wanted to ask the uncle to deliver it, but he rejected the idea before he could say it.Although Fang Bo was freed by himself, he is still a servant of his family in terms of status. Even if Fu Donglou doesn't care about the face of Prince Rui's mansion, he can't ignore it. Sending a servant is not to beat Gu Xian and Bo Junhe. face?Now that he can get such a share of the industry and the business he will do in the future, he has to rely on the backing of the palace. He, Bo Junhe, can make trouble, but he doesn't have the capital.

"I'll go in person. I just took this spinning machine to Wang Taiqing to have a look. If His Highness likes it, I'll be able to help me do business in the future, right?"

"Master, it's really good that you think so, I'm worried that you will be angry with the prince and make him look bad." Feng Yang patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, the prince is willing to come to give the gift in person It can be regarded as bowing to you, isn't it?"

"Your master, I don't do the kind of things that make me lose face and suffer. Isn't that against me? The man who can bend and stretch is a real man." Fu Donglou smiled, "We have just come out of our own house now, and it is inevitable that we will suffer a bit. Sooner or later One day I will let King Rui beg me, and then I will be able to make up for the anger I endured today."

Are you begging for money?Does the development of the domestic economy require money?Do you need advanced weapons to equip the army?Hmph, ancient aborigines, I will smash you to death with gold, silver and advanced technology, don't worry if you don't hug me.You ridicule Lao Tzu's IQ today, in the future I will tell you how stupid you are!The knowledge contained in the head of this Xueba is enough to make your whole family kneel down and sing and conquer!

"By the way, what happened to the stories I asked you to spread and the things I prepared a few days ago."

"I did everything according to your instructions. In the past two days, many people have come to us to ask if the local products on the farm are for sale. The old slaves followed what you said, and asked them to wait for when your grain store will open. Asked by the grain store, our Nanshan Garden is privately owned by the royal family and is not for sale." The house uncle replied, "The brocade bags you asked to make are also ready, but master, this brocade bag can hold a catty of noodles , how many coppers can be sold for this, and each of those bags can be exchanged for a stone of rice, how can this be sold?"

"Who said that a bag of noodles can only be sold for a few copper coins." With bright blue eyes, Fu Donglou explained complacently, "A bag of rice can be sold for ten thousand dollars."

"It's always worth a catty of noodles, who will buy it? If you're crazy." Xue Ling's eyes widened and she covered her small mouth, causing Fu Donglou to knead Xue Ling's tender face.

"This is noodles with dragon flavor, and it's for the royal family. Most people can't eat it. We don't sell more, but we sell fifty bags a day. The grain store is renovated, isn't it? Let the old staff in the store know With the newly hired shopkeeper, it will open tomorrow."

"The old slave will do it now."

"The house uncle is not in a hurry, first bring me the list of accepting gifts, and I will see what good things the palace has sent me, so I can prepare the gifts accordingly."

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