Seeing Wang Zi'an's generous look, Cheng Yaojin was also dumbfounded.
Could this kid be stupid? Does he know what he rejected?
"Little brother, no joke, if you are willing to dedicate your sled-making skills to the court, you will be doing the court a great favor. The court will certainly not hesitate to reward you, at least you will not be able to escape a title..."
Li Shimin advised with a serious face.
"Title - can I be made a marquis?"
It wouldn't be bad if I could be granted a title of Marquis or something like that. I could also have a little Marquis of the Tang Dynasty for fun.
"Um - I guess not..."
Li Shimin couldn't help but hesitate.
Do you think I, the Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, am so worthless?
You cannot be knighted for non-military merit. I will give you a baron because your sleigh can barely be regarded as a military merit!
"Forget it - not interested -"
When Wang Zi'an heard that he could not be granted a title, he immediately lost interest.
"I said you are a bastard, what are you doing? Once you are knighted, your identity will immediately change. That is, you will be a serious nobleman with a glorious ancestor..."
Cheng Yaojin suddenly became anxious and wanted to go up and hold this bastard's head to make him nod in agreement.
If this bastard gets a knighthood, at least his daughter will not be in a good position when she gets married...
Pooh!
Why don't you get married? This bastard wants to marry my precious daughter, so he needs to check again!
Cheng Yaojin quickly expelled the idea of marrying his daughter from his heart and stared at Wang Zi'an with a dark face and an angry expression.
"Not interested in--"
Wang Zi'an refused without even thinking.
After finally traveling through time, I also traveled to the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty that was about to unfold. I want to be a rotten salted fish. Isn’t it delicious?
The red leaning green is nestled in the fragrance, lying drunk in the pavilion and admiring the clouds. Thinking about it makes your nose bubble with beauty.
I have to have a lot of money to not be a pawn...
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head.
"Do you think this title of Tang Dynasty is valuable?"
"Of course it's valuable, you can't buy it for a thousand dollars!"
Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but look happy, thinking that this kid had changed his mind. Who knew that Wang Zi'an's next words would make them even more stunned.
"How much can it be exchanged for? Can I exchange it for one thousand gold pieces? I don't want to be knighted. Just give me one thousand gold pieces and I will exchange it!"
After Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he looked at Lao Li and Lao Cheng in front of him with hope.
It’s been half a year since I traveled back in time. Why haven’t I lived a decadent life of being drunk and dreaming of being surrounded by red flowers and lush greenery? That’s because I don’t have the capital to make trouble!
A penny cannot kill a heroic man!
Being able to live a well-off life without worries about food and clothing is already pretty good.
If you use this sled to exchange for capital, it will be a good thing!
One thousand gold in exchange for a title...
Li Shimin felt confused, and Cheng Yaojin felt confused.
Sure enough, this useless title is worthless!
Seeing the expressions of the two people, Wang Zi'an thought that his price was too high, so he quickly opened his mouth to make amends.
"No, what do you mean? After all, I don't care if you have two meals. To be honest, is it okay? Ahem, if the price is not good, we can still discuss it. How about nine hundred gold?"
Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin:...
I'll risk my life if you mention food again.
My finger ring can last you a lifetime!
No, I was led into a ditch by this bastard. Can my ring be measured by its price?
Cheng Yaojin is also angry, that jade pendant is worth a lot of money. If I hadn't drank too much one day, would I have been deceived by this brat?
"What do you two mean? Why are you getting angry after talking so nicely? Let me just say it. The emperor's title is not worth anything. What are you kidding about? It's not even worth nine hundred gold. Forget it, forget it. ,drink wine……"
"Ahem - this is not a question of whether it is worth it or not. Officials and titles are important weapons of the imperial court. Can they be sold casually?"
Li Shimin explained dumbfounded.
"Then tell me earlier——"
Wang Zi'an suddenly realized.
Li Shimin:...
You didn’t even ask!
"Then do you think this will work? This sleigh, I will sell it to you for eight hundred gold, and you will give it to the court. You will get the title of merit, and I will get eight hundred gold. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"
An idea flashed in Wang Zi'an's mind, and he immediately had an idea.
I applaud myself for my wit!
Li Shimin patted his shoulder speechlessly and nodded dullly.
He never dreamed that someone would not take his official position seriously at all.
Cheng Yaojin hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
He glanced furtively at the hydrangeas still placed on Wang Zi'an's desk, and sighed helplessly. This child is considered useless, and it’s time to consider the feasibility of sneaking the hydrangea back.
"Then it's settled. I'll draw the drawings for you later. You'd better find a few more reliable carpenters - by the way, you'll pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. It's a small business and no credit is required!"
Li Shimin almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, I, the mighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, can still give you this little money!
"Old Cheng, when you get back, you put on your back first!"
Li Shimin glanced angrily at Cheng Yaojin, who was looking at the plate fiercely.
Cheng Yaojin was immediately confused, why?
My family’s money didn’t come from strong winds.
Seeing that Lao Cheng was about to fall out, Li Shimin quickly coughed a few times.
"I will return it to you..."
Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes and looked away. He did this again. How could this dog emperor ever live up to it...
After all this trouble, Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin lost interest in drinking. Seeing that it was getting late, I stood up and said goodbye.
At this time, the crystal snowflakes had begun to fall, and Xixi thought about it, and the quiet street had some white meaning.
The little north wind is wrapped in snowflakes and swirling into the neck. The coldness of the ice made Wang Zi'an shiver and subconsciously shrink his neck.
These days, the weather is getting colder and colder.
If there is a piece of cotton...
Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, turned around and opened the door again.
"Have you, two long-distance runners, ever heard of a crop called cotton?"
It’s not that he only looked for it late when the situation came to a close, but he started asking around this fall, but didn’t find out. He couldn't help but wonder whether there was such a thing as cotton in the Tang Dynasty.
"cotton?"
When Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin heard this, they were stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then shook their heads in confusion.
Without cotton, it is possible that I would have to wrap myself in a sheepskin coat...
Thinking of this, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but shudder, and he got goosebumps at that furry thing.
"How could it not be possible? If you think about it again, the fruit of that thing is like a peach. When ripe, the fruit splits, revealing the white fiber inside - well, it is what you call silk..."
Prince Anbi was gesticulating, describing the appearance of cotton to them with some persistence. Li Shimin was a little confused at first, but then his face couldn't help but look a little weird, and he asked with some uncertainty.
"Are you talking about Baidianzi? If it is that thing, I have a few growing at home..."
