"Baidiezi?"
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. Is the cotton of the Tang Dynasty called Bai Diezi?
I really don’t remember this.
"I really don't remember this, but you might as well show me something!"
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this.
If in the Tang Dynasty, one could wear a big coat made of cotton, it would be a happy life. It's not that there were no warm clothes in this era. In addition to large fur coats, there was also a small coat made of cocoon silk. It was silky smooth and quite warm when worn.
But he just missed the feeling of being wrapped in a cotton coat in later generations - thick, warm, and inexplicably at ease.
"Okay, I'll bring it to you when I come tomorrow!"
Li Shimin decisively decided on the next meal time.
Thumbs up for your wit!
Cheng Yaojin clapped his hands.
"I have some at home too. I'll bring some to you tomorrow too!"
That’s okay.
Wang Zi'an nodded casually. He could see that this old boy just wanted to come to his place to have a meal.
But come on.
You think you're rubbing against me, but you don't know that I'm rubbing against you too.
Who knows who is happy!
At present, he is still not sure where his superpower comes from. Can he catch one person repeatedly, or can each person only use it once?
Anyone can rub against it, or can it only rub against them two.
But just keep in touch with these two guys!
Besides, these are two wealthy businessmen.
It's hard to say that the first pot of gold in Datang fell on the two of them.
Not far from Wang Zi'an's courtyard gate, Li Shimin couldn't help but complain.
"Zhijie, why didn't I know you still have Bai Diezi at home -"
"You don't know? We, monarch and minister, have known each other for many years and have become as close as one person. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. If you have it in your family, doesn't it mean that I have it in my family too?"
Cheng Yaojin is eloquent.
Li Shimin glanced at him in surprise. This old guy was becoming more and more shameless.
"What Aiqing said makes sense! It seems that I don't have to pay back the eight hundred gold..."
Cheng Yaojin:......
It sounds like you really want to pay it back!
"Your Majesty, tell me, when did such a person appear in our Chang'an city?"
The two of them had a habitual quarrel, and then the topic unconsciously returned to Wang Zi'an.
"I've had someone check it out, and it turns out that he is indeed a native of Chang'an. Apart from being pretty handsome, his performance is ordinary.
Although his performance in the county school was fairly hard, there was nothing surprising about it. The only surprising thing I did was to resign from the county school half a year ago. "
Li Shimin said, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Such a young man, so talented and gifted, yet he lives in such a simple little courtyard, yet he is content to live in such a humble courtyard. He treats wealth and wealth as if they were old shoes, and has no respect for the court. This prince, An Zhen, I can’t see through it…”
"Is it possible that your Majesty is afraid?"
Cheng Yaojin smiled, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
"You old man, you don't need to provoke me. How can I be afraid of such an idiot like him? No matter if he is as smart as a fool or as scheming as the sea, I can't think of any tricks here - you old man really want to Are you looking for a son-in-law?"
Cheng Yaojin smiled and said nothing.
If his character is reliable, this young man is really a good match for Ying'er!
But don't worry, let's take a look.
A daughter's life-long event should not be taken carelessly.
What Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin didn't know was that while he was inspecting Wang Zi'an, Wang Zi'an was also inspecting the two of them.
Of course it doesn't matter if you do a small business and make money in Datang, but if you want to do a big business and make a lot of money, it is impossible without a certain background.
These two people are capable and have family backgrounds. From the current point of view, they are quite reliable. The most important thing is that they have some connection with the royal family, which is perfect.
In this way, you don't have to worry about the other party's background being too big, and you don't have to worry about being tricked by the other party, and you don't have to worry about just any cat or dog daring to bully you.
If we can cooperate, we can both use our skills and make money!
Looking at the backs of the two people retreating in the snow, the prince narrowed his eyes in contentment.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
…
Wang Zi'an woke up from the cold in the middle of the night.
Looking through the window, you can already see a piece of silvery white in the yard.
"What a scam. Old Wen hasn't sent the chimney yet—"
Wang Zi'an complained softly, but got out of bed and went to the kitchen to bring in the stove. He was used to heating, but he was a little uncomfortable with the sudden cold weather.
Turn on the stove and let it burn vigorously.
Although this was a waste of carbon, it was less likely to cause carbon monoxide poisoning. Even so, he cautiously opened the window a little.
If he died from carbon monoxide poisoning, the whole drama would be over.
Wang Zi'an uttered something silently and looked at the flying snow outside the window, feeling a little lost in thought.
What were you doing at this time last year?
…
Cheng Mansion, boudoir.
Cheng Yinger stood up with her clothes on, looked at the snow outside the window, and let out a soft sigh.
"Ying'er, are you still thinking about the hydrangeas?"
"No - I'm thinking about my mother - it's snowing again, and I'm a little worried about my mother's health..."
When she heard movement behind her, she didn't look back. She looked at the heavy snow falling outside, her beautiful eyebrows tightly knitted together.
"Sister, do you think what Taoist Priest Yuan Tiangang said is true? Will a turning point really come?"
"Bah - don't mention Yuan Tiangang's magic stick again! If it weren't for that magic stick, why would you, the legitimate daughter of the Cheng family, have to show up and throw embroidery balls -"
Cheng Ying, wearing her coat sideways, walked over and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"It's a good thing now. You don't know whether things will turn around or not, but the hydrangea was snatched away by that little thief, and you have become a big joke in Chang'an City - sooner or later I will have to say this for you!"
Cheng Ying waved his small fist as big as a bowl, with a look of indignation on his face.
Yuan Tiangang, that magician, deserves to be beaten, and even more so the little scholar who ran away after grabbing the hydrangea!
Huh, don't let me catch you!
Cheng Ying clenched her fist fiercely.
"Sister, there is no need to say more. I just want peace of mind. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I am willing to give it a try! Maybe the noble person Yuan Daochang talks about will soon appear..."
Cheng Ying'er's beautiful face showed a hint of hope.
"Ying'er, you have done enough for your mother. In the past few years, you have led me to spiritual practice, prayed day and night, built bridges and roads, and accumulated merit. Now you have even listened to the magic stick named Yuan Tiangang for life-long matters. arrangement, we can only leave the rest to God..."
Cheng Ying held her sister's little hand sympathetically and comforted her in a low voice.
"If you feel uneasy, my sister will accompany you to the temple tomorrow to offer incense and pray for your parents..."
"Tomorrow - I won't go to the temple tomorrow. I don't know when this heavy snow will fall - I want to take people with Princess Changle to visit the West City and Nancheng. Sister, why don't you go to the East City for me? Let’s take a look over there. If you can save a family, it counts as a family, and it counts as accumulating blessings for your mother..."
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