The disciples of Jindaomen were about to return without success. Mr. Luo gave them some earthen ceremonies and told them to bring them back. There are small combs made by carpenters in the arsenal, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes made by chefs in the palace, and three jars full of Jianyang Jingui wine.
The thoughtful etiquette made life not angry, and the three of them could only leave angrily.
The sect master of Jindaomen looked at the pile of gifts in front of him, holding his head at a loss, "What does King Jane mean?"
"We didn't see King Jian, it was an accountant from King Jian's mansion who saw us," the eldest apprentice explained clearly what he saw and heard, "I'm afraid King Jian doesn't want to see us at all... Master, Jian Yang is renovating it now, and King Jian is not short of money at all, so I'm afraid he won't care about that chicken farm."
If you don't care about what you're talking about, it's hard to do.
"Could it be that the status of several apprentices is not enough, and King Jian is unwilling to meet?" The sect master's wife interjected.
"Madam is right." The sect master of Jindaomen sighed, saying that his apprentice wanted to see King Jian, which was indeed not enough, but they never took this insignificant vassal king seriously, so they did not take him seriously. Be respected in the same position as the King of Anhui.
"Master, do you still want these things?" The three apprentices glanced at each other, and the elder brother asked.
"Go, go, take it and divide it yourself," the Golden Sword Sect Master looked at the worthless Tuyi, waved his hand impatiently, and when the three apprentices left with the things, he suddenly remembered, "Wait, Do you have news about Jiang Liangcai?"
Because Jiang Liangcai was missing, the King of Anhui wanted to send someone to look for it, and it happened that his apprentice was going to Jianyang, so he asked them to pay attention.
"Jianyang is too desolate. Most of the people have only moved into the city from the suburbs in the past month, and they haven't heard of Mr. Jiang's whereabouts."
Seeing that Master didn't ask any more questions, the three of them quickly left with Tuyi in their arms. These things are inconspicuous, they used some on the road, they liked it immediately, and they were a little reluctant to hand it over.
There are many sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in Jianyang. This season is when the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. Jianyang's Jingui wine was also famous in the past, but it is rarely sold now. The newly opened wine shop on East Street sells Jingui wine. The owner was originally from Xunyang. He opened two wine shops in Xunyang. He heard that Jianyang can do business, so he came here and rented a shop. Collect the wine brewed by the local people in Jianyang to sell.
Luo Yunsheng has too many things to do recently. He can no longer be as drunk as before, and can only drink some light wine. Recently, he has become obsessed with Jingui wine.
"Sir, why don't you go buy a jar and come back." Amu looked at the servant who ran out with the copper coins, puzzled.
"Your Highness, do you know how many kilograms of wine is in a jar? This kind of sweet wine should be drunk immediately after it is opened. It will not taste good after two days." Luo Yunsheng looked at Amu, who was stunned, and stuffed the brush in his hand into Amu. In his hand, "This is today's account. The lord has calculated these well, so there is no need to do today's homework."
Because Amu's book had not been finished yet, Luo Yunsheng continued to teach him to read after he came to Jianyang.
When Amu heard that he could not do his homework, he immediately became interested, took the abacus and began to settle the account. He prefers to settle accounts rather than recite poems.
A few days later, Chen Ziqi received a letter from Mr. Luo. In the letter, he said that Amu seemed to be gifted in business and accounting, and asked him if he could let Amu see the account books of the palace.
Chen Ziqi squeezed the letter in his hand and slowly frowned. When Amu was adopted back then, it was just because he was pitiful that Chang E couldn't bear such a young child to suffer alone, and he didn't hate this little fat man either. In the past, I just wanted to keep him fed and clothed so that he wouldn't be bullied.
Has his brother been a little derelict
"You're still a child yourself, how can you worry about how to raise others?" Dan Yi raised his hand and pinched the corner of his drooping mouth.
"You knew when you were young that you wanted me to learn the magic of Longyin and the way to govern the country." Chen Ziqi patted Danyi's hand away and continued to stare at the letter worriedly. If possible, he hoped that Amu could follow his uncle to learn swordsmanship. However, Amu had no interest in learning martial arts at all, and Chang E petted him again, so that he was twelve years old and only knew how to play.
"I'm the adopted daughter-in-law, and you are the adopted brother, so can it be the same?" Dan Yi couldn't help but feel a little proud when talking about this.
"Who is your daughter-in-law?" Chen Ziqi glared at him, with a pair of gleaming peach blossom eyes, with a three-point anger and seven-point smile, without the slightest deterrent.
Dan Yi was not afraid at all, she reached out and pulled him into her arms and rubbed him. How about Chen Zimu, he was not interested at all, just wanted Chen Ziqi to finish the chores quickly so that he could continue to practice with him.
Chen Ziqi took the opportunity to sit on Dan Yi's lap, using him as a cushion, and continued to read the letter.
The arsenal has hurriedly made the first batch of bows, which have been sent to the villages in the suburbs for the teenagers to use. The arrows are made faster, and in ten days they will be able to make enough training arrows.
After this big order is over, the weapon shop has no bulk goods to do, and it is imminent to discuss business with Lushan.
There is another question. Mr. Luo mentioned in the letter that the instructors they hired were average in martial arts, and it was still possible to train an elite army, but it was not enough to reach the level of shooting martial arts masters that Chen Ziqi said.
"Brother Feng Yuan, I beg you." Chen Ziqi rested on Dan Yi's chest and looked up at him.
"What?" Dan Yi lowered her head and rubbed her thin lips on his smooth forehead.
"Lend me two masters of eagle feathers." Chen Ziqi blinked, making sure to make herself look weak and pitiful. Yingling's people are good at archery, and if they teach it, they will definitely be able to teach the real arrow army.
Dan Yi thought for a while, then said lightly, "No loan."
Chen Ziqi sat up straight and looked at Dan Yi in surprise, "Why? You will give me everything I asked for before."
"You're not my daughter-in-law." Dan Yi raised her eyebrows slightly.
Chen Zi gritted his teeth, this guy is really getting more and more vengeful, and I don't know who to learn from, it's really worrying. Wiping his face with his hands, Chen Ziqi turned around and lay in Dan Yi's arms, humming, "Good brother, if you don't marry me in this life, you can lend me two!"
Dan Yi's pretentious tone made goose bumps all over his body. He raised his hand and slapped his ass, "Speak well."
Chen Ziqi rubbed his back molars, sat up, stretched out his fist and provocatively poked Danyi's chest, "I'm so shameless, if I don't agree, I'll rape you!"
"..." Dan Yi twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Oops, good brother, please." Seeing that Dan Yi didn't respond, Chen Ziqi started hugging his waist again, switching freely between rogue and fantou.
Dan Yi struggled to hold back the laughter, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She smirked for a while with a fist to her lips, nodded in response, and told Diao Lie to pick two people. His Qiqi is really interesting, and every day with him is full of unknown fun.
He got up and went back to Wutong Forest to practice the exercises hand in hand.
"Why did you wipe your face before you spoke?"
"Pull your face off!"
"... Pull down for what?"
"No more!"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Qiqi: I'm not obedient, I'll fry you
Bird Attack: How to rape? (āvā)
Qiqi: pluck the hair, oil it, put it on a frying pan...
Bird Attack: Wait, that's not what I thought
Qiqi: what do you think
Bird Attack: You should put some cooking wine and marinate it first
Qiqi: ... that makes sense