Before I knew it——
the next day.
On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
If we say that last month there was a cold wind blowing on the ground, celebrating the New Year, on February 2, the spring breeze has quietly appeared, and the snow is slowly disappearing.
It also represents the slow start of spring plowing. This day is particularly important to the people.
The beginning of spring plowing represents the harvest of this year.
In addition to praying for good weather throughout the year, praying for the god of light, praying for a good harvest, etc.
The locals in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty also had some small customs.
For example, on this day, you should eat some fruits and snacks, and pray for a good harvest.
In the past few years, natural disasters continued every year and people's livelihood was in decline.
Therefore, on February 2 this year, in addition to more spontaneous prayers among the people, Li Shimin also paid more attention to it.
The new plow for spring plowing - the Zhenguan plow.
However, what happened yesterday has gradually spread among the people thanks to the promotion of Datang Daily.
Spring plowing is coming soon, and the Wang's Iron Shop in Jinghe Village, which was supposed to have a lot of business today, is closed today.
Early in the morning.
Old Uncle Wang took his little donkey and ran into Tang Sufan's yard early in the morning to find Tang Sufan.
After all, Old Uncle Wang knew very well that Su Fan was a scholar and had seen the world. This was the first time he was on duty. He had to ask why he couldn't show his cowardice to Su Fan and the Li Dong family.
Tang Sufan over there had to get up to deal with Uncle Wang under the curse.
I saw Uncle Wang leading a little donkey, wearing an official uniform for the first time. How can I put it... The turban was worn crookedly.
He also had big carrot-like fingers and looked nervous.
Tang Sufan's mouth twitched——
Wasn't he quite majestic yesterday?
Afterwards, Tang Sufan had to speak speechlessly.
Although he doesn't know the process of becoming an official...
But in a word.
We have a backstage! What a coward!
Don't lose your temper when you have lost everything. The Ministry of Industry is your blacksmith shop. You can come and leave when you want!
Later, Uncle Wang was dubious when he heard it, but he still believed it.
What Su Fan said makes sense. Those who are officials bully the weak and fear the strong.
That’s it, what a coward!
Then he puffed out his chest, raised his head a little, and led the little donkey away as if he was pulling out a BMW.
After Uncle Wang left, Tang Sufan looked up and saw the sparse sunlight coming out.
Through the clouds, it looks like a shallow layer of wheat has been spread in the courtyard.
In a daze, I remembered that today is February 2nd.
The weather was fine, but Uncle Wang couldn't sleep anymore after being teased like this.
After stretching, I finally have time to go to Chang'an City today.
I haven't been to Tianxiang Pavilion for a long time. I wonder if Rou'er is here today.
In the family, Uncle Wen and others got up early.
Once back in the backyard.
The sword dances like the wind, the clothes flutter, and the figure is heroic.
It was the little Taoist nun Lin Xueyan who got up early to practice Qigong.
Eye-catching, really eye-catching.
Tsk tsk tsk~
Tang Sufan remained calm and lewd... oh no, quietly admiring.
Immediately, Lin Xueyan's look made Tang Sufan immediately look at his nose, his nose and his heart, and left with his hands behind his back, whistling.
"Hey, Su Fan? Why did you get up so early?"
After a while, Yang Qiaoer came out and exclaimed.
My little brother can hardly find any shortcomings, but when it comes to getting up every morning, he is the last one.
Afterwards, Tang Sufan couldn't help but recount the story of Uncle Wang dragging him up today.
A new day began with Yang Qiaoer's sweet laughter.
In just half a month, Yang Qiaoer has become a famous shopkeeper in the east of the city.
She goes out in veil every day and rarely shows anyone.
In the past half month, Yang Qiaoer has completely integrated into the courtyard while handling various accounting matters in Chengdong.
For a time, the burden and darkness of those years slowly disappeared in this half month...
If so, this kind of life, even if it lasts forever, is just her biggest wish in this life.
But she knew that this kind of life was just a short-term hiding.
"Su Fan, sister..."
Tang Sufan seemed to see the embarrassment on Yang Qiaoer's face, and added casually.
"Sister Qiao'er, what's wrong?"
Then, Yang Qiaoer said slowly.
"Sister, I want to enter the city once..."
Now that more than half a month has passed, Shangyuan Yebian has been released in Chang'an City with the court's soothing handling.
but……
Tang Sufan's brows wrinkled immediately.
"Sister Qiao'er, who are you?"
Yang Qiaoer raised her eyebrows lightly and murmured.
"Something happened to Chun Shisanniang."
"Did something happen to Chun Shisanniang?"
Tang Sufan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise, and asked immediately.
"what happens?"
I saw Yang Qiaoer talking carefully...
"Chunxin Pavilion is the intelligence agency deployed by King Yan in Chang'an City during the Wude period. These places of powdery fireworks are home to most dignitaries."
"As for Chunxin Pavilion, although it was later taken over by Anchen Division, my sister knows that there is actually someone behind Chunxin Pavilion who is protecting it. Even my sister doesn't know about that person."
This is natural. In TV dramas, isn’t it that the most information is found in these pink places?
Tang Sufan couldn't help but asked a little speechlessly: "You don't even know Sister Qiaoer?"
Sister Qiaoer, your undercover job is a bit rough.
Yang Qiaoer explained: "Chunxin Pavilion, apart from the control of Anchen Division, there are still a few forces of King Yan, and those people are the ones who have contact with the people behind Chunxin Pavilion."
"And An Chensi has long become a sword buried in Chang'an by King Yan. It is also a sword that will never be taken back after being used..."
There was a coldness in Yang Qiaoer's delicate eyes.
Tang Sufan thought for a while, frowned and said.
"I still remember last year... when I went to Chunxin Pavilion for the first time, someone said from the side that there is a huge background behind Chunxin Pavilion."
"To be able to live in Chang'an City, at the feet of the Emperor... and be worthy of these words, the background behind this is not simple."
Obviously, it is within Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, he is definitely someone who is secretly opposed to the royal family.
Yang Qiaoer nodded, naturally understanding what Tang Sufan meant.
"Sister Meiyu, yesterday she told me that Chun Shisanniang has not appeared in Chunxin Pavilion for several days, but she entrusted Sister Meiyu with a letter and asked her to secretly deliver it to me."
"This is a trap."
Tang Sufan said directly without thinking.
Anyone with any sense would know something is wrong with this kind of plot.
"Sister Qiao'er, here's the letter, show it to me."
"exist……"
Yang Qiaoer hasn't finished speaking yet...
Tang Sufan originally thought that when King Yan, who had been talking about it for more than half a month, would finally open this copy——
There were rapid stumbling footsteps outside the door.
"Mr. Wen, it's not good, it's not good!"
Outside the door, someone was shouting.
The two siblings immediately stopped talking, looked at each other, and walked out with some confusion.
The person who came was wearing coarse clothes.
He is a clerk in the workshop of Tangsu Fan in the south of the village.
Then the little officer gave a piece of news.
There was a fire in the papermaking workshop in the south workshop of the village.
Tang Sufan frowned and his eyes narrowed.
"Master, this old slave will--"
Tang Sufan stopped Wen Bo.
"Uncle Wen, I will take care of this myself."
After that, Tang Sufan was going to go in person.
On one side, Yang Qiaoer said from the side.
"Wait a minute, Su Fan, sister is with you!"
South of the village.
For example, the south of Jinghe Village was almost contracted by Tang Sufan alone.
Later, dozens of kilometers around here became his fiefdom, and it expanded even more.
His glass, salt, and paper are mainly made from here.
The salt has been moved to the east of the city.
Only paper, due to process problems, is still left in the south of Jinghe Village.
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