Under the enthusiasm of the people of Luozhou,
Yang Dong stayed in the closed city for another half day, and then led the convoy on the journey back to Beijing on the pretext of returning to Beijing to resume his duties.
At this moment, Yang Dong was leaning in the carriage, with Yao Rui's soft jade hands on his back.
He closed his eyes slightly and thought carefully about his experiences along the way.
The high-speed official road connected his interests with those of Luozhou merchants.
Xianrenzui's business has aroused the interest of wealthy businessmen in Pingzhou, and cooperation has now begun.
It's just that Luozhou currently lacks food and grass, so it is temporarily unable to build a large-scale winery to supply immortal drunkenness. But there is no need to worry about this, because in a few months, the food in Shuzhou will be mature.
At that time, the brewery is at full production. These brewing workshops are all Yang Dong's personal property.
Of course, the empress also has a part in it.
In addition to brewing workshops, Yang Dong also built many cement workshops in Luozhou. Only in this way can the demand for cement be ensured during the construction of high-speed official roads.
Although in his opinion, these cements cannot even be called cement, because this stuff is completely different from the cement of later generations.
But even so, its structural strength is much stronger than the adobe bricks that are popular in Dazhou today.
What's more, this kind of earth-made cement is far more malleable than other building materials.
The only drawback is that its output is still too low!
Yang Dong shook his head slightly, feeling a little greedy.
Then he remembered the information Bingbing and Yao Qi brought back.
The old prince died, and the entire palace fell apart, leaving a large power vacuum.
These power vacuums have been filled by Yao Qi. But the old butler who escaped was really a problem.
You must know that the secret guards in the opponent's hands are all the best among the best, and they are not easy to deal with.
The Huwei Army handled the situation fairly cleanly and thoroughly.
But there are still some doubts about Lei Qiang's death. Now I am just a parallel martial artist, but I can still feel the power of Qi and blood.
Even a great martial artist who is seriously injured can still rely on the power of Qi and blood to launch a full blow.
But why did Lei Qiang die without unleashing a full blow? It shouldn't be...
Yang Dong scratched his head, and suddenly a bright light burst out from his eyes.
Yanyangguan massacre case!
The only thing that can be connected with Lei Qiang is the Yanyang Pass massacre case.
Is it possible that there are other hidden secrets in this?
Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but frown slightly. Lei Qiang was Lin Chunqiu's man, so the Yanyang Pass Massacre was definitely related to Lin Chunqiu.
But there is no need to let Lei Qiang die for something that is so easy to judge!
Is it possible that there are some truths hidden behind the Yanyangguan Massacre that I have not yet touched?
Yang Dong was a little worried and couldn't help but frown.
At this moment, he felt very uncomfortable.
It was like being in a maze and finally finding the exit.
But when he reached the exit, he suddenly realized that there was no flat and wide road outside the exit, but an even larger maze!
However, he was not completely clueless. At least he could continue to investigate this matter from Lin Chunqiu's side.
only……
It is really difficult to investigate Lin Chunqiu!
That’s all, let’s take it one step at a time.
By the way, why didn’t Bingbing come to see me off?
Yang Dong's eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
He knew that Bingbing wanted to stay in the White Lotus Sect.
Before he left, he fought with Bingbing for three hundred rounds.
But she didn't come to see him off, which was extremely abnormal!
Yang Dong immediately became energetic and looked around the carriage.
"Ahem, um... Xiaojia, it's getting late, you'd better go back to your carriage and rest!"
Yao Jia was a little confused and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
What happened to Mr. Yang? Why did he drive her away?
Could it be because...
I don't know what this girl was thinking of, but her sleepy eyes suddenly brightened up.
Her pretty face turned red, she glanced at Yang Dong secretly, and then timidly said:
"I understand, Mr. Yang."
…
After Yao Jia left,
Yang Dong was the only one left on the carriage.
Hong Laoliu, who was in charge of driving, was holding a pot of immortal drunkenness and a roasted chicken leg in one hand, feasting on it.
Just then, a gust of wind blew open the curtain of the carriage.
Hong Laoliu glanced deeply at the carriage and suddenly said:
"That's all, it's getting late, so I won't be on my way today."
"Everyone, find a place to camp!"
…
After making an appointment for some tea, Yang Dong stuck his head out of the carriage.
At this moment, his cheeks were covered with sweat, his face was gloomy, and he showed an indifference that did not allow strangers to enter.
But if you observe carefully, there is a hint of enjoyment underneath this indifference.
He stretched out an arm and stopped the carriage into a nearby grove with one hand.
But just this moment of effort made him exhausted, sweating profusely, panting, and even shaking a little.
The moment the carriage stopped, his body suddenly trembled.
Then, an expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.
Tsk tsk, even though Bingbing is a bit indifferent on weekdays, she still loves herself.
However, the ventriloquism in Luozhou is quite different from that in Beijing.
The ventriloquism of Angui people pays more attention to technique.
However, Luozhou's ventriloquist is very eccentric, and he likes to use his strength to create miracles.
Bingbing just now was so fierce!
Thinking of this, Yang Dong felt excited again.
He immediately retreated into the carriage and decided to discuss the characteristics of Luozhou ventriloquism with Bingbing.
As a result, this stray carriage rocked in the woods all night.
What no one noticed was that a thin and fair figure was hiding under the carriage.
Yao Jia's face flushed and she slowly reached down with one hand.
Between the red lips, there was a faint whisper.
"Mr. Yang, next time I want to go to the car too~"
…
Seven days later,
A huge convoy of carriages appeared outside the capital.
After seeing the documents presented by Hong Laoliu, the generals guarding the city immediately opened the city gate to let them go.
Seeing the capital city so close at hand, the secret agents from the West Factory in the convoy couldn't help but sigh secretly.
That prosperous capital city, they are finally back!
At this moment, if the only person in the entire team who is somewhat unhappy is probably Yao Jia.
Yao Jia felt very uncomfortable at the thought of Duke Yang having to circle around a group of concubines again when he returned to the palace.
But she also knew that she could not keep such an outstanding Mr. Yang to herself, so she simply suppressed the sourness in her heart.
What everyone, including Yang Dong, didn't know was.
In the palace at this moment, above the main hall,
The envoys of Hou Jin Dynasty were competing with the literati of Zhou Dynasty, and they would not give in at all!
"The great Zhou Dynasty claims to educate the world, but now he can't even compare to the barbarians you call him?"
