The person who robbed it was naturally my aunt. She kept it carefully and said, "Meier is still young, so I asked my mother to keep it safe for you. Just tell your mother what you want to eat and use."
Li Hanmei looked at the girl, then at her mother, and finally at Zhao Ping. She couldn't help but push open the main hall door, grab it and burst into tears.
The maid Chun'er hurriedly followed her out.
The uncle glanced at everyone, shook his head and sat down to drink tea again.
Seeing Yuan Qian returning home triumphantly like a victorious general, Yuan Tao, who usually had to be calm no matter what, couldn't sit still and went out to greet him personally. Seeing the pride on the faces of his wife and maid, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Thank you, madam."
Yuan Qian rolled her eyes at him and said, "Why do slaves have so much hard work? Officials have a great reputation. Not only do they support five hundred copper coins, but they also support one hundred fairy soaps. What else, Shui'er?"
Yuan Qianshi turned back and looked at the maid Shui'er. Shui'er took out a wooden box, and then took out two pieces of paper larger than a palm from the box, with a VIP delivery card written on them, worth one tael of silver, and enjoy a 10% discount. , as well as the cover of Zhao's workshop and the signature of Zhao Ping.
Yuan Qian proudly handed the delivery card to Yuan Tao, and then said as Yuan Tao looked at it: "The slave family also looked at it. There are only a few simple words, and a string of heavenly peach charms, saying that it can be used as a tael of silver in Zhao." You can buy anything in our workshop and enjoy a 10% discount including the most precious rice. Sir, you are such an amazing student."
Yuan Tao looked at him and frowned and asked: "If a good student doesn't study hard, why is he playing around with things like this?"
Yuan Qian took a look at Yuan Tao, snorted heavily, pointed at the goods in front of him and said to Yuan Tao: "The slave family knows that you scholar-bureaucrats despise these lowly industries, but without these lowly industries to provide food, clothing, housing and transportation for you scholar-bureaucrats, how can you do it? Survive?"
Yuan Tao flicked his sleeves and left calmly, uttering two soft sentences: "Summer insects cannot be said to be ice, but villains and women are difficult to raise."
Yuan Qian looked at Yuan Tao's back and said loudly: "Through rice sales, your favorite disciple has restored rice from more than seven guan last month to more than three guan in the autumn harvest season."
When Yuan Tao heard this, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Yuan Qianshi and said, "This disciple of mine has a very good heart, but he doesn't know that he is putting himself in danger by doing this. Could it be that he doesn't know that the trees are beautiful in the forest? Will the wind destroy it?"
Yuan Qian looked around and couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Then you won't care about this disciple?"
Yuan Tao waved his sleeves again and said, "My disciples are my disciples. How can I allow others to criticize me?"
Suddenly Yuan Tao stopped, turned around and asked: "Isn't the drought in Zhaojiazhuang serious? Why are they still selling rice?"
Yuan Qianshi said: "The slave family thought that officials did not care about the fireworks of the world, but didn't expect that they actually care about rice?"
Yuan Tao stroked his beard, raised his head and glanced at the sky, then turned to look at Yuan Qianshi, and said: "Food is the most important thing for the people, and it is the most important thing in the world that affects human life. Even if you are the emperor, you must always pay attention to this matter, not to mention In the next generation of ordinary people.”
Yuan Qian looked at the direction of Zhaojiazhuang, and then said: "Zhaojiazhuang bought a large amount of rice with the money and materials it earned, and then built several water-flush stone mill rice mills in Zhaojiazhuang to turn the rice into rice and put it out. , not only did it not make money, but it also suffered a loss of at least 50%, which is why the price of rice fell back."
After Yuan Tao carefully looked at the VIP pick-up card, he looked up to the sky and sighed, then burst into laughter: "This disciple of me, apart from anything else, it is this feeling of caring about the world that makes me feel that I have received it correctly."
Yuan Qian smiled slightly. No matter how noble and reclusive this official was, no matter how bad his temper, he had one advantage that had to be acknowledged. He loved to take care of his disciples.
Yuan Qian followed Yuan Tao who was in a good mood to the study room and saw a picture of a monk begging for alms. She carefully put it away while the maid was dumbfounded. This damn ghost rarely painted himself, but now he painted himself as a monk. And he is also a monk who makes alms.
But even though it was alms, this time he had a great harvest, which also made his waist stiffer. If it is said that only women and villains are difficult to raise, they also have the capital to fight back.
Yuan Tao, who was counting the items with a list in one hand, was still immersed in the excitement of his disciples' large amount of donations and did not notice Yuan Qian's behavior.
After Yuan Qian left, Zhao Ping saw that the prices of rice and other grains on the market had dropped, and the people in Changyuan County who had been so sad that they almost sold their sons and daughters also had smiles on their faces, and he couldn't help but feel good.
Now through both internal and external training, Zhao Ping has been able to run a distance of forty miles relatively easily.
Cuizhu is older and can run a mile, while Lan'er is younger and has a poor foundation, and can barely run ten miles. Looking at the full moon in the sky, Zhao Ping has been here for more than two months. After practicing internal skills and understanding the pure Yang Qi, Zhao Ping felt that the pure Yang Qi was no longer random and could basically operate according to his own will.
After running forty-nine cycles, Zhao Ping suddenly felt refreshed and not sleepy at all. A space that only he could use appeared in front of him. There were mobile phones and power banks in it, as well as some vague objects. .
Zhao Ping couldn't rest and thought quietly.
Now that I have initially mastered the pure yang zhenqi, I think the last time I discovered potatoes, sweet potatoes and other things were due to the appearance of zhenqi. Is it because of the zhenqi that the time-travel benefits appeared in front of me?
Also, the last time I helped the tenants, potatoes and sweet potatoes that were urgently needed by the tenants and other people in the Song Dynasty soon appeared. This time, I bought rice and built a water-flush stone mill in Zhaojiazhuang to subsidize the price of rice at a loss, benefiting the people of Changyuan County.
Or, by doing good deeds, you can accumulate virtue and turn things in that world into welfare?
After turning it on, I found that there was no power, so I had to use a power bank that still had power to charge the phone.
The housekeeper Zhao Jie wrote a letter saying that Zhaojiazhuang has important matters now and he needs his mother to go back and make the decision.
My mother is worried about Zhaojiazhuang and will go back with Zhao Di's ship.
Zhao Ping turned on his mobile phone and wrote down the "Disciple Rules". Now Zhao Ping has a particularly good memory and almost has a photographic memory.
The next day, Zhao Ping found Cuizhu and Lan'er and recited the "Disciple Regulations". He asked Cuizhu and Lan'er to copy it down and use pinyin and punctuation marks for Zhao Yilang and Wang Gou'er to learn and use.
Thanks to the help of pinyin, Zhao Ping's disciples have made rapid progress and can basically recognize about 100 to 300 characters.
Cuizhu is making rapid progress. Not only does he know 300 characters, he is currently learning multiplication.
While Cuizhu was studying, she couldn't help but shed tears as she thought about going back soon.
Zhao Ping wiped away her tears and comforted her with kind words, saying that if the conditions were ripe, he would try to rent a room in the city and let them come to the city to study together. Cuizhu broke down in tears and smiled.
However, Zhao Ping found that her smile was still a little forced, and he glanced at Lan'er who was in happiness with envy.
The next day, despite her mother's numerous instructions and Zhao Ping's constant nodding in agreement, her mother and Cuizhu both said goodbye to each other in tears, and Lan'er also wept bitterly.
Her mother originally wanted to rent a house in the county to study, but Zhao Ping was too young. After repeated persuasion by her uncle and aunt, she decided to live here for the time being.
Fortunately, Zhao Ping's two cousins were studying in Changzhou, so there was no problem staying at their uncle's house.
When her mother left, she asked Zhao Ping to write to her every five days, and Zhao Ping nodded in agreement.
A few days later, at the public notice booth of the county school, he was surrounded by students coming and going.
It turns out that the county school is planning to hold a fu competition with the theme of Changyuan. All students from the county school can participate. The top ten students in the county school will be given a prize, each with a certain amount of fairy soap.
What's more important is that the best articles of the students who win the prize can be engraved into plates. After printing, they will be given away to people from all walks of life and kept in the library.
Students all rushed to tell each other that this opportunity to gain both fame and wealth was not only unprecedented in Changyuan County, but also the first time in Changzhou!
Wang Zihe stood at the front of the public announcement booth, looking at the current announcement with pride. Professor Zongshu Wang still favored him. This biwen competition was based on his request of Wang Zihe, and it was not Zhao Ping who was good at it. Poetry.
Looking at Zhao Ping walking towards the lecture hall, Prince He's face suddenly became ferocious, and he uttered a voice that only he could hear: "Sick Yangzi, where are you going this time?"
Zhao Ping had just arrived at the Tianjia class lecture hall. Not long after he sat down and opened the book, he saw Wang Zihe, surrounded by several people, coming to Zhao Ping. After saluting, he placed a piece of paper in front of Zhao Ping and pressed it down with a paperweight. Okay, then he looked at Zhao Ping and said: "I want to challenge you next time. This is the challenge letter. I want to compete with you in bodybuilding, and I want to defeat you openly."
Then he left without looking back. Zhao Ping saw the challenge letter on the desk indifferently and asked his classmate Tao Ran: "What is the challenge letter?"
Tao Ran was the prince and the person who put in good words for Zhao Ping that day when he insulted Zhao Pingshi. He didn't expect that he would become a classmate.
In addition to Tao Ran, Zhao Ping also knew two other people, Wang Ziyi from Zhengshui Doushi and Li Hanshu from Lijiacun.
Wang Ziyi admired Zhao Ping's etiquette, but was not too enthusiastic.
Li Hanshu heard that Zhao Pingyuan was also from Lijia Village and was very enthusiastic about him.
Tao Ran glanced at Zhao Ping worriedly, and when he was about to speak, Wang Ziyi had already helped him and said: "The challenge means that any student from Class A of Diji is qualified to challenge a student of Class A of Tian. Although there are no regulations in the county school, it has been agreed upon. Students from Tianjia class generally have at least accepted the challenge from students from Dijia class."
Zhao Ping frowned and read the challenge letter, then looked twice at his classmates and asked: "So you have accepted the challenge? Is this an unwritten rule in the school?" Seeing the two classmates nodding, Zhao Ping looked at the students who had already accepted the challenge. The back of Prince He walked away, then turned back and said: "What if you don't accept the challenge?"
Wang Ziyi glanced at Zhao Ping with disdain, shook his head and said, "If you can't even accept the challenge of the students from Class A, how can you still stay in Class A? Don't place your hopes on the county school. The county school is actually happy to see it. become."
Zhao Ping's frown deepened. Wang Ziyi looked at him contemptuously, then opened the book and started reading seriously.
Tao Ran came over and patted Zhao Ping on the shoulder and said, "Brother Xian's poems are well written and very spiritual. Brother Yu, I believe you will be able to pass the test."
Li Hanshu also smiled and nodded to Zhao Ping to express his support. It seemed that he really regarded himself as a disciple of the gods.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly. He originally graduated from an engineering major, and poetry was entirely his business hobby. What should he do?
