The children entered the lounge on the first floor of Heaven and Earth, and the waitress quickly brought them hot juice to help them wipe away their sweat.

The little ones were very excited, it was great, so many other children followed suit.

It's lively outside.

"It is said that the farmers in Lijiazhuangzi, Baishui, have a good life. I have never seen them. I believe it today."

"Children grow up fast. You can tell by looking at the clothes they wear that they are not old clothes, but they are not new clothes. They wear them on daily basis."

"The little face is so red and tender that it makes people want to take a bite."

"Zhuangzi is rich, but he is still willing to spend money. It will be a blessing to be Li Yi's banker."

"When Song De was recruiting people, there were already many people who wanted to go. Those who were not selected thought they were nothing more than that. Now..."

"Young girls also study, you are the daughter of a wealthy family!"

"Good guy, these brats will be great when they grow up."

"Those boys in my family are disobedient, and they won't do anything no matter how hard I beat them."

"The people who came with Zhuangzi were cleaning up behind. The street sweepers went over to work, and Song De returned the money."

"This is called benevolence and righteousness, and Dongzhu Li has countless people alive."

"Isn't it just a few bad money? If I had that kind of money, I could do it too."

"Yes, why don't you have that money?"

"I don't have Zhuangzi. If you give me a Zhuangzi, I can do it."

"Others like Zhuangzi can't do as well as Li Yi."

"That's because others are stupid."

"How come other people are stupid and can save a big bank account? If you are not stupid, why don't you have a bank account?"

"I won't talk to you anymore. You...you know how to flatter others, and you will definitely be incompetent at home."

"Who am I flattering?" The old man was unhappy.

A boy next to him came over and said to the old man: "Yao Xiang, are you still going up?"

"No, let's go back to the palace." The old man glared at the person who just spoke, shook his sleeves and left.

There was silence all around until Yao Chong walked away. Everyone looked at the person who had just spoken and automatically spread out.

"Xiang Yao...is stewing meat at home again, so I have to go back." The man said, covering his face with his sleeves, and ran away.

Yao Chong complained: "It's such a big battle, Lijiazhuang's children are going out, right? Who can show it? Isn't it just a few bad guys! If I have that village, I can come if I want."

The followers pretended not to have heard. You are a powerful official and you are justified.

The children rested for a while, recovered quickly, became active again, and lined up to promote again.

Promoting nursery rhymes and throwing cannons attracted countless eyes along the way. Some people heard about it and came from far away to watch.

Song De here started selling cannons for takeout, each for a penny. No one spent a hundred pennies to buy fifty of them, when a hundred pennies could buy a hundred.

They felt that Song De was unscrupulous and that anyone who shouted the price would not just buy a hundred pieces, but they would all cost the same.

"Manager Song, do you want to sell the cannons individually? I'll buy one for my grandson for two cents each." A man in his fifties asked while holding a child.

"I won't sell it, the minimum is fifty, and I won't sell it if the child comes to buy it himself." Song De decisively refused.

The child cried loudly, and the old man begged Song De, but Song De still shook his head and didn't even look at the child.

An ordinary four-wheeled carriage followed next to him, and he slightly raised the gap in the curtain to take a look.

Seeing someone from Xingqing Palace going up to deliver it, the person in the car said, "No, remember, this baby will not be given to anyone."

The people in the palace suddenly stopped and went to throw cannons at other children.

"Yi Di Renyi was afraid that the poor would be used to spending money on their children, so he decided to buy it for a hundred dollars. He was also worried that the children would steal the money and buy it, so the children came alone to buy it."

Li Longji, who ran out and followed in the car to watch the excitement, felt angry when he saw the situation of that man and his grandson.

I mourn his misfortune and hate his inability to fight.

"Uncle can still teach the baby. Although he gives the baby a lot of good things, he never spoils it." Queen Wang shook her head gently, not pitying the child.

This is the grandfather over there, and he started coaxing his grandson to find other children who had broken cannons to buy.

Li Longji gritted his teeth: "If we continue with the arrangement, the child won't be able to throw the cannon while playing today."

"Sanlang, taking advantage of the New Year's Day, Pei Yaoqing arranged for some people to perform a show to promote the promotion."

Queen Wang thought the nursery rhymes were good and included her in them, saying that she had contributed a lot to managing the harem.

At the other end of the political hall, Yao Chong came in angrily.

"Yuanzhi's soy sauce hasn't been returned?" Lu Huaishen asked. Yao Chong said that he would go home to eat dumplings in the evening and go to heaven and earth to get some soy sauce.

"Li Yimei, without any literati's backbone, brought out the little kid from Zhuangzi and fifteen four-wheeled carriages.

The five carriages the children were riding on had a longer length, which was called a beautiful one, and the horses were all the same color.

When you come down outside Xingqing Palace, call me Tang Dynasty. According to the sky, your majesty asked me to have clothes to wear. During the Kaiyuan period, during the prosperous times, I followed your majesty to have a full meal..."

Yao Chong worked hard to imitate the child's movements and sang in a babyish voice.

After learning, he said angrily: "Shameless, so shameless."

"Hahahaha..." Zhang said laughing: "Yao Xiang's voice does sound a little innocent."

Lu Huaishen followed and laughed, "Why should Yuan Zhi be angry? Li Yi is afraid that he will be remembered for too many good things, so he naturally wants to live. He doesn't know that his third brother is His Majesty."

"But this is too straightforward. I don't believe that Li Yi can't write better with his literary talent." Yao Chong sat down to drink water.

"There are more than a hundred kids, right? What a beautiful lineup?" Zhang said imagining it in his mind.

When he was eating in the cafeteria, he saw a group of little guys dressed in neat student uniforms, which made a great visual impact.

"Not waiting for tomorrow, the news will spread throughout Chang'an. He also took the opportunity to sell gunpowder for a penny each. Listen, the penny is gone. Is gunpowder used to make money like this?"

Yao Chong told another thing that made him feel uncomfortable.

He knew how to throw cannons, and even asked the gunpowder workshop to make them so that the children would not be injured while playing with them, but the workshop could not make them.

It's obviously just a piece of paper with a little medicine sandwiched between it, and two clay blocks make a sound when smashed together, but the workshop just shows that there is nothing they can do.

Zhang said that he also poured hot water for himself, holding the cup with both hands: "Yao Xiang wants to make money by throwing cannons, and then buy things for the workshop?"

"Li Yi can sell it, why can't others? I can imagine that the cost of throwing a cannon is not high, and the profit is at least ten times."

Yao Chong told the actual situation, that the profits were so high.

The more paper cannons are made, the better the technology will be, the more paper and paste will be saved, and the cost will be reduced.

After half an hour, someone ran in.

He entered Yao Chong's 'office' alone and reported in a low voice: "Lijiazhuangzi's broken cannons are sold out, and then they are taken directly from each workshop and continue to sell."

"Are there any other workshops?" Yao Chong put down his pen.

"They gave the paper cannons to the ladies who had nothing to do, and they made clay blocks and wrapped them, and they paid a penny for fifty.

Some people can get more than 40 yuan a day, and some people can get as little as 30 yuan. But the reason why those people get more money is Li Yirenyi."

The messenger answered.

"There's no such thing as benevolence and righteousness, just a few paper cannons, only one cent for fifty people, and he can make a lot of it, so there's no such thing as benevolence and righteousness." Yao Chong calculated this account.

"For thirty dollars a day, some other strenuous tasks are even worse." This person spoke from another angle.

"I know." Yao Chong picked up the pen again and the man went out.
Chapter completed!