Yang Xuan and Han Ying sat side by side in front of the desk, and Han Ying picked up a writing brush to sign.
"Give."
Yang Xuan took the brush that was still warm from her and swung it away.
"Okay, okay!" Wang Shun applauded from the side, "We will be a family from now on."
"Wait." Yang Xuan stopped Han Ying who was about to get up, and handed her contract over to her with puzzled eyes.
"What?"
"exchange."
In a sudden change, Yang Xuan became a partner of the fufu shop.
"By the way, what is this called?" Han Ying still missed that bowl of nondescript but extremely delicious pasta.
"Ran... Genshu Ramen."
Yang Xuan wanted to sew his mouth shut.
"Okay, Wang Shun, make a plaque, I want to do something big!"
…
"Mr. Lang."
After returning home, Yang Xuan saw Cao Ying carrying a cloth flag and preparing to go out. There were five words written on the flag.
——Wang Qi determines bad luck.
"Are you... looking at anger? You can also predict someone's bad luck..."
Yang Xuan grabbed the cloth flag, rolled it into a ball and handed it to Yi Niang, "Wash it clean and make me socks later."
Yi Niang covered her mouth and trembled all over, "Yes, Lang Jun."
Cao Ying said warmly: "Mr. Lang, I am good at looking at Qi..."
"Did you see the bad luck of honoring the emperor many years ago?" Yang Xuan entered the room.
He is testing.
Yi Niang was a woman, but Yang Xuan couldn't figure out Cao Ying's details, so he took this opportunity to test her.
If Cao Ying gets angry and starts to argue with herself, or even goes one step further... then this person cannot be retained.
He is waiting too.
Cao Ying took the initiative, so she was being respectful.
If he ignores it, then this person's respectfulness is hypocritical.
There were footsteps behind me.
"What Lang Jun said is true." Cao Ying's voice was still as gentle as jade, "It's just that... I am incompetent and cannot farm to support Lang Jun."
He didn't see Yang Xuan, who had his back turned to him, raise his eyebrows.
"You don't need to feed me." Yang Xuan turned around, "I can feed you."
Cao Ying lowered her head, "Yes."
He turned around and looked for Yi Niang, "Lang Jun said he could support us. Besides, Lang Jun doesn't have such a violent temper. He was just testing me."
"Isn't it bad?" Yi Niang rolled her eyes.
Cao Ying sighed, "Next time if Langjun wants to stab me, try my loyalty..."
Yi Niang raised her head and smiled charmingly.
"I will pass the knife to Mr. Lang."
The next day, Yang Xuan went to the Imperial College. Before leaving, he said, "Well... if you have nothing to do, go to that bun shop and see if they secretly got the copper coins out. Remember that."
The two of them were confused.
Yang Xuan walked out of the house and suddenly stopped, "Oh, by the way, the name has been changed over there."
The two looked at each other.
"What did Mr. Lang do?"
The two quietly went to the fufu shop two alleys away.
The alley is quiet, and you can occasionally see creeping vines crisscrossing the walls. A bird was standing on the wall and taking a nap. It was disturbed by the footsteps of the two men. It glanced at them blankly and then flew away.
Before we even reached the place, we heard noise through a wall.
"Why is this bun so delicious?"
"This is called Genju Ramen."
“So delicious.”
“Even the soup is so delicious.”
When the two of them walked out of the alley, they saw that there were people standing outside the Fufu shop, and people were sitting around the tables. The rest were either squatting or standing, holding big bowls and eating their heads full. Sweat profusely.
"This..." Cao Ying looked up and saw a plaque with four big characters written on it, "Yuanzhou Ramen."
There was a banging sound inside, and I didn't know what was going on. Wang Shun was very vigilant and didn't allow anyone to come near.
Even though the two of them had just had breakfast, they still had one bowl each.
"tasty."
"This smell is familiar to me."
Yi Niang put down her chopsticks and ran home.
Cao Ying returned home and saw Yi Niang in a daze outside the kitchen holding a bowl.
"What's the matter?"
Yi Niang handed over the bowl and said, "This is the soup left over from yesterday by Mr. Lang. It is held in a bowl. I didn't move it as I was thinking about it, but I smelled some fragrance. Come and smell it."
Cao Ying came over and lowered her head to smell it.
"Isn't this the taste of Genshu Ramen?"
"It was Lang Jun who did it?"
…
When Yang Xuan arrived at the Imperial Academy, he felt an aura of depression.
He looked for Bao Dong and asked.
"Hey!" Bao Dong sighed, "If you say you want to cut the food and money by half, wouldn't that mean people will starve to death?"
Yang Xuan looked at Qiao Huiyan.
"Bao Dong, you are spreading rumors again!" Qiao Huiyan snorted coldly, and then looked at Yang Xuan with her head slightly raised, "The Ministry of Household Affairs said that the corpses in the Imperial College have vegetarian meals, but they waste national money every year, so they cut off 20% of the money and food. If it is still inappropriate, then it will be
reduce."
Bao Dong coughed dryly and said, "I saw all the people buying food in the canteen this morning with sad faces. I guess our food will be unpalatable."
At lunch, the quality of the food was indeed lowered, with less meat and less oil, but the staple food was still open to eat.
For Yang Xuan, this kind of treatment is already excellent.
He ate and drank enough, but Ning Yayun and others in the Imperial Academy had no intention of eating.
The duty room was full of professors and teaching assistants.
Ning Yayun smiled slightly, not even a wrinkle could be seen in the corners of her eyes, "Everyone."
Everyone responded by waving their tails, and Ning Yayun secretly smiled bitterly, thinking that the Patriarch had set the direction of cultivation back then, but had he ever thought about the current situation.
"The Ministry of Household Affairs said that the corpses in the Imperial College will have a vegetarian meal..."
The professors and teaching assistants below were filled with indignation and criticized the Ministry of Revenue for its stupidity.
When it comes to eloquence, who is the Imperial College afraid of?
I have been a professional talker for thousands of years, and I am invincible in this world!
clank!
The sound of the piano sounded, and everyone was probably not satisfied with it, and shook their tails angrily.
Ning Yayun looked at them, a little frustrated, "Go and think of something, go ahead!"
He waved his hand, and everyone hurried away as if they had received an amnesty.
Only An Ziyu was left.
"Doing nothing, now it doesn't matter." An Ziyu said angrily: "It's all because of you!"
Ning Yayun picked up the water cup and said calmly: "After practicing the skills of metaphysics, your temperament will gradually change. Otherwise, how do you think those metaphysics seniors can meditate in the deep mountains and forests for decades?"
An Ziyu turned the ruler between her fingers and said dissatisfiedly: "What does Hubu mean?"
There was a touch of blood on Ning Yayun's jade-like face, "This matter has nothing to do with the Ministry of Household Affairs, it's just that someone wants to put people in the Imperial College."
"Dream!" An Ziyu stood up suddenly, "That's it, you thief!"
She looked at Ning Yayun, "Whose idea was it to sacrifice wine?"
Ning Yayun raised the glass to her lips and took a sip with a calm demeanor. He put down the water glass, stood up and walked to the window.
"Four surnames in the family, and the supreme one."
An Ziyu couldn't help but be startled, and then saw the wine priest, who was known for his impeccable manners, take a step back and curse out the window contemptuously.
"Ganniniang!"
A gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing his hair. The wind then swept over the table and gently blew the water glass.
A pile of porcelain powder and a pool of tea quietly appeared on the table.
…
Walking on the street and watching the cars and horses walking slowly, Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Before he was ten years old, he could still ride on an ox cart, but after he was ten years old, he could only watch other children sitting on an ox cart and smile at him.
He was also very depressed at first, but then he gradually became numb. It's not your thing, so what's the use of being envious? It would be more practical to go hunting in the mountains and save some private money.
A large section of the square wall is broken on the right side, and behind a row of stalls, most of them are women and old people.
"Come and buy it! The most delicious fruit."
“Rice cakes from Yuanzhou!”
A girl is shouting.
"How much?"
The rice cake is very solid and the color is just right.
"Ten dollars a dollar."
Years of accumulation, coupled with the good weather in recent decades, have resulted in very low prices in Datang.
Ten pieces of rice cakes are quite a lot, and a cloth bag costs extra.
"I'll return the cloth bag tomorrow." Yang Xuan was unwilling to buy a useless cloth bag and go home. The girl argued with him for a long time, panting and staring at him, feeling like she was meeting an opponent. She nodded for a long time, "I've never seen you like this before.
Waiting for someone to dig it!”
Yang Xuan went back first and put down the rice cakes. Yi Niang and Cao Ying were not there.
When we arrived at Wannian County, the gatekeeper finally stopped blocking us, but he still felt a little resentful.
Yang Xuan just smiled slightly.
Before he was ten years old, Yang Xuan's life was pretty good. When he went to the village, the guard dogs would wag their tails when he came to the door. After he was ten years old, his situation changed drastically. When he went there again, the dogs actually roared fiercely at him.
He won't blame the dogs, because he knows that the owner's attitude has changed, which makes them behave like this.
Just like he wouldn't blame this palm leader at this moment.
In the check-in room, Tang Xiaonian was scratching his head, and Wen Xinshu said worriedly next to him: "Tang Shuai, your hair..."
Boom!
Tang Xiaonian looked at the dozens of long hairs that had fallen on the map, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, and slapped Wen Xinshu in the face.
Sometimes, don't expose someone's shortcomings. You mean well, but others will get angry and turn on you.
Tang Xiaonian glanced at Zhao Guolin, lowered his head and asked, "Old Zhao, look at my hair, is it thinning?"
Zhao Guolin, who was holding Ma Shan in a daze, raised his eyes and said calmly: "It's okay, but it's still not enough to become a monk."
Tang Xiaonian was stunned for a moment, and just as Yang Xuan came in, he put aside this sad topic.
The four of them sat down.
"Jin Wuwei inquired carefully before, and we also went to the workshop to inquire, and we are sure that the fingerprint is the first one, but why are those spies doing this?"
Tang Xiaonian stretched out his hand to scratch his head, stopped midway, and then said angrily: "Mom, don't scratch your itch."
Zhao Guolin rarely spoke and was speechless while looking at the map.
Wen Xinshu came up with a few ideas and was slapped again.
"Yang Xuan, tell me."
Tang Xiaonian was very kind, which made Wen Xinshu a little melancholy. But Yang Xuan saved him, so even if Tang Xiaonian married his daughter to Yang Xuan, he would have nothing to say and would have to give his heartfelt blessings.
Yang Xuan has actually been thinking about this matter and gained some insights.
"Is there something wrong with that family? Otherwise, how would you know that someone dug a hole and buried more than ten boxes of belongings in the house?"
Tang Xiaonian nodded, "They have been arrested. They were tortured before. The women and children were not there that night, but they didn't know it. The man in charge, Wang Erlang, refused to say anything and just cried out for injustice."
Wen Xinshu said: "He is a tough guy."
Zhao Guolin said calmly: "If he confesses, he will die, and the whole family will be exiled. If he doesn't confess, he will die alone."
Tang Xiaonian said quietly: "The most troublesome thing is... the deputy general Zhou of Jinwu Guard has found a connection and said that Jinwu Guard is willing to take over this matter."
Wen Xinshu said bitterly: "I want to take the opportunity to take revenge!"
Zhao Guolin said: "The overwhelming force of the mountains is unstoppable."
"I want to pry open Wang Erlang's mouth!"
Tang Xiaonian stood up, "Yeah, I don't believe it."
A clerk came outside the door and brought Huang Wenzun's instructions.
"The Ming government has said that this matter is of great importance. If you can't find it out, then hand it over to Jinwu Guards."
Tang Xiaonian suddenly felt like an ant on a hot pot.
His hair fell slowly, and Wen Xinshu looked at the top of his head melancholy, worried that his father-in-law would be bald in the future.
"Then Wang Erlang is not afraid of death. How can he ask for a confession?"
Even Zhao Guolin frowned.
In despair, Yang Xuan said: "Maybe I can think of a way."
"What method?"
The three of them stood up suddenly.
"Imperial College." Yang Xuan remembered that Bao Dong once muttered, asking Zhong Hui how he could ask for a confession, so it was very risky to be a student of this professor, and he would be caught easily if he lied.
And the Imperial College is looking for credit at the moment. Isn't this just... a raging fire?