The team leader of the Xiao family spent seven days finishing the sentence fragmentation of the manuscript in hand.
During this period, Li Chongrun went to see him once and saw that he was writing furiously, as if he was preparing to copy all the manuscripts of more than a dozen of his books.
After asking around, I found out that the previous writing was too dense, leaving no room for sentence breaks, so I decided to rewrite the entire book.
Li Chongrun was a little dumbfounded, thinking that this Xiao family was a famous family after all, and the head of the Xiao family had to search like this for a book.
It is so difficult for people of this status to study. You can imagine how difficult it is for a child from a poor family to become a scholar.
He kindly introduced the quill pen he invented and taught him how to use a few punctuation marks. The little patriarch finally completed the sentence segmentation before the Lantern Festival and went home happily.
Although the emperor of this dynasty believed in Buddhism, Taoism was still the main religion among the people. The so-called Lantern Festival, when the heavenly officials descended to earth, was even more lively than New Year's Day.
During the Lantern Festival, there is no curfew.
Even in Luoyang, the capital city with the most stringent curfew policy, the curfew is relaxed on the 14th, 15th, and 16th day of the first lunar month. After dark, the lights are decorated and the gates are wide open, allowing all families to
Miss Jun is enjoying the lanterns and having fun.
This is already the case even in the divine capital of Luoyang, let alone in the prosperous Yangzhou.
Yangzhou's commercial district was originally built outside the city, and there were no curfew restrictions. Now that it is the Lantern Festival, many shops have started preparing for the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival since the seventh day of the lunar month. Countless colorful lanterns have been hung along the Guanhe River early.
Got up.
Several palace officials Li Chongrun brought to Yangzhou were all from Qingyi Garden, and their skills were no less than those of the embroiderers from the south of the Yangtze River. In addition, Li Chongrun came up with some weird ideas from time to time, and RT-Mart's
The curtain surrounding the entrance of the grain house became larger and larger.
Pedestrians were a little curious as they passed by the curtain. A few libertines heard the sound of women laughing one after another from the curtain, and knowing that they were the female relatives of the young prince, they
I want to lift the curtain and open my eyes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he got a little closer, several young Kong Wu men with big sticks in their hands surrounded him with eager eyes.
Since Li Chongrun came to Yangzhou City, the name of Qihu taught by Yang San has been spread together with the name of the girl who picks up passengers at RT-Mart's grain house, which is comparable to the painted boat on the Guan River.
No matter you are a hero in the green forest or a brother in the woods, there is rarely a unified general under the stick of these young men.
When the brothers on the road got here, they were eager to put their heads in their stomachs before leaving. What's more, these street sluts, seeing these young people present, naturally did not dare to be presumptuous at all, and ran away in disgrace.
The shopkeeper of Hengshunji has been laughing so hard these days that he can't close his mouth. Although there were some twists and turns in the business last year, at the end of the year, he was made a fuss by the young prince from the capital. As a result, his grain account business really didn't make much money. Who knows?
On this Lantern Festival, the oil shop sold more lamp oil and earned back last year's lost profits.
In particular, the Prince of Linzi was very generous, asking for a thousand kilograms of sesame oil with just one mouthful. This item was very expensive and was only used when worshiping Buddha, so the shop did not have so much.
Fortunately, the prince did not blame him. He just bought all the 800 kilograms and five large jars of sesame oil in stock. He also bought a lot of ghee, which cost a total of 500 coins.
When some people are happy, naturally some people will be unhappy, such as the owner of the Seven Major Stores, or a monk with two moles in his eyebrows.
Still on the pagoda of the small temple by the Guan River, the monk is still the same monk as before.
The owner of the seven major business houses has a middle-aged man who has become a woman.
A woman with a bit of heavy makeup and a hint of foxiness in the corners of her eyes.
"Master, this guy is in the spotlight right now in Yangzhou City. I think our plan should be put on hold first."
The speaker was a slightly older wealthy businessman, with a vague smoky look hidden in the deep ravine-like wrinkles on his brows.
"A plan that has been prepared for so long can be given up just because it is given up?"
The monk's expression was calm, and there was no ripple in his voice. However, the wealthy businessmen who were listening behind him were vaguely afraid and shrank back calmly.
"I think we should just stick to our original intention."
The woman echoed the monk, "All the money has been spent. Is there any way we can get the money back from this young prince?"
Feeling that her reasons were a bit untenable, the woman added: "See, that young prince has already released your young masters, and he didn't even give a shit when he came back from a trip to Runzhou."
I didn’t let it go. After all, I’m just a child. No, I’m starting to mess with the lamp again.”
The woman gave the monk a flirtatious look, and then told her bosses: "He is just a little kid who has never seen the world. If everyone takes him so seriously, they think too highly of him."
"Of course your Song family will be fine. Together, we managed to get some money, and the money was not stamped with your Song family's stamp. Even if the matter is exposed, it's none of your business."
It was the wealthy businessman with the fireworks in his eyebrows who spoke before: "Our stove, the boats of the Xia family and the Li family, the craftsmanship of the Wang family, and the people of the Zheng family. Among us, if we are found out, who can get away with it?
"
"The Song family is a bunch of waste and can't even collect some rice. Now the company's surname is Cui."
"enough!"
The monk shouted loudly and started shaking back and forth in the rather small tower, instantly stopping the quarrel among several people.
"The plan remains unchanged. Let the guys from each company spread the news. The bigger the spread, the more successful our plan will be."
"Master, this Li Chongrun came here with two babies from the Taiping family. I'm afraid this Fengyi Guard has known about our arrangement for a long time. If he stops now and uses some strongman's wrist-breaking method, we may not be able to remove them completely."
"Did you people with the surname Lu give up after the death of a young master? The master's move is to put that old woman on the fire. So what if she knows it is fake?"
The MILF quietly moved forward, slightly beyond the hosts.
"The news came from home that it has been spread throughout the capital that a great auspicious sign has been found in Runzhou. If we add to the fire and let the whole world know that there is a dragon in Runzhou, do you think this old woman can still sit there?
Can you live there?"
"This is a conspiracy and there is no solution."
The monk vaguely showed this proud expression, and finally there was a smile on his face.
"Send some reliable people to clean up the foot of Runzhou Mountain. Otherwise, how will you see people?"
"Master, those heads?"
"Give him a good burial. After all, he did help for us. Although he fell into the devil's path, he is still one of our own after all."
When the monk talked about his own people, his eyes were a little dark, but he quickly covered them up before those people noticed.
"Let's break up. You are also people of high status now. You should get together as little as possible, so as not to let anyone look at you."
Several of the hosts bowed and left, but the monk motioned to the woman to stay. "Don't underestimate this young prince, the disciple of Her Royal Highness the Princess. If he was just a playful boy, he would have already been in Hulao Pass."
already dead."
"That's what the master ordered." The woman smiled very charmingly, followed the monk's gesture and got into his arms. After a while, she slowly knelt down.
"I don't know what this young prince is planning now."
The master held his hand on the railing of the pagoda and stared at the place surrounded by a curtain not far away, as if wondering what Li Chongrun was doing.
However, the occasional slight squinting of his eyes betrayed the master's true thoughts.
Li Chongrun actually didn't have any ideas at the moment. Li Chongrun had always looked down on things like conspiracies and conspiracies. He had all kinds of calculations and plans, and the interconnected plots seemed perfect, but in Li Chongrun's view, they were all loopholes.
In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are just paper tigers.
Not only him, but also Her Royal Highness the Princess and his grandma who likes to delete household registration books also do this.
So Li Chongrun just spread his eyes quietly. A lot of news has come in these days, but the political mentor Shangguan Auntie is not here. Li Chongrun has to analyze everything personally, so everyone in the mansion just feels that their prince, as if
The time I spend sleeping has become much longer these days.
Fortunately, the prince had been distracted a few days ago, and he thought he was catching up on sleep to calm his nerves, so everyone didn't take it too seriously. They were just wondering why the prince still looked listless despite sleeping these hours every day.