After thinking for a long time, Cheng Chumo said, "Then can we still act chivalrously?"
Zhang Yang put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Of course, because the dining car can be moved."
Cheng Chumo nodded slightly, "I'm not very smart, so you won't lie to me."
Zhang Yang grinned, "What is the relationship between me and His Highness King Wei? Brother Chu Mo, you have to believe in my character."
Cheng Chumo nodded solemnly again.
Zhang Yang continued: "After these dining trucks are built, you can go to He Bian to get meals. I also know some good craftsmen. To start this project, you will need some funds, about a hundred dollars."
Cheng Chumo frowned and looked not very good.
Zhang Yang said again: "Chu Mo, are you feeling unwell? Why are you grimacing?"
Scratching the back of his head in distress, Cheng Chumo said, "I'm still thinking about what you said. Although I still don't know what to do, I believe in your character."
"Yes, you have to believe in my character."
It's getting late, why go back to the store again.
I took Cheng Chumo around Dongshi for a while.
Came to this shop selling dried sugar cane.
Cheng Chumo has not yet recovered from the previous topic.
"Brother Chu Mo, do you have any money with you?" Zhang Yang said while looking at the sugar cane in the shop in front of him.
"Lost everything."
"Does your family have money?"
"some."
Cheng Chumo nodded and replied.
Zhang Yang said to the sugar cane seller: "How much sugar cane you have here, I want it all."
The dealer enthusiastically wrapped up all the sugar cane.
Zhang Yang took the bundles of sugar cane and pointed at Cheng Chumo beside him, "Ask him for money."
Carrying a burlap sack containing more than 30 kilograms of sugar cane, Zhang Yang walked farther and farther.
Cheng Chumo still stood where he was, "Why do you need to use my money? Isn't this my money?"
Patting his forehead, Cheng Chumo whispered to himself: "Am I out of my mind?"
Li Tai returned to the mansion with bruises at the corners of his eyes. Not only did he not win back his money, he also lost it in vain.
I wonder, Zhang Yang is so skilled at playing cards? And it's so powerful?
Has he played this kind of game before?
But I heard people in the palace say that they had never seen this game before.
Li Tai had a feeling in his heart that nothing good had happened since he met Zhang Yang, and he was the unlucky one.
Thinking about what happened before, it’s such a bully!
Li Tai took a sip of wine and said, "Here comes someone!"
Several servants came to Li Tai.
Li Tai handed them the raw materials Zhang Yang gave them and said, "This is the raw material for soap. Give it to the queen."
"Here."
After doing this, Li Tai took another sip of wine, frowned and thought: How can he be so skilled?
…
Zhang Yang returned home, put all the sugar cane he bought into a basin, and simply fried a bowl of egg fried rice and sprinkled with some chopped green onion.
The couple enjoyed a bowl of egg fried rice each.
Li Yue said while eating: "Are these also used to make candy?" "
Zhang Yang nodded, "I should be able to make one or two kilograms of candy."
Li Yue still kept the candy she made in the morning and was reluctant to eat it.
He looked at the pile of silver cakes and several IOUs on the table.
Li Yue picked up an IOU and looked at it curiously and asked, "Where did these IOUs come from?"
"I won it playing cards."
"Playing cards?" Li Yue's eyes were surprised because she saw the signature of King Wei Li Tai. This green bird is really... She shook her head helplessly. As an imperial sister, of course she also hopes that Li Tai can be sensible. Although she has not seen him for many years, in her impression, Li Tai can be sensible. Tai is a very smart kid.
Li Yue knew better about Zhang Yang's skills in poker.
My husband has never lost at cards.
Everything in the poker game seemed to be under his control.
Playing cards with Zhang Yang is no different from giving money.
Li Yue sighed, this is not something Qingque would do.
After dinner, Li Yue saw Zhang Yang walking into her room, and she followed suit, "What are you doing in my room?"
After speaking, Li Yue came to his desk and hurriedly covered a painting.
Seeing Zhang Yang banging on the bed, he didn't notice his painting.
Li Yue let out a sigh of relief.
Normally, Zhang Yang would not take the initiative to enter his room. There were some secrets in the bedroom that he didn't want Zhang Yang to know yet.
It's like I drew this painting myself, and the face in the painting is Zhang Yang.
Li Yue turned around and faced Zhang Yang.
Picking up his painting, in the painting is Zhang Yang cooking.
Li Yue smiled silently and looked at Zhang Yang in the painting with gentle eyes, a smile on his face.
There is a person sitting next to the earthen stove in the painting.
Caressing the painting with her hands, Li Yue held the painting in her arms. She didn't know how long she could live with her illness.
Maybe I couldn't stay with Zhang Yang all the time, so I never left my appearance in the painting, only an outline.
Zhang Yang built a heated kang, and the girls' rooms always smelled good.
Building an ondol is not difficult.
Place the bed against the wall and cut a hole diagonally to make a cigarette vent.
Use masonry and mud to seal around the bed to create a relatively closed space, leaving some space for combustion.
Li Yue asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Zhang Yang laboriously laid the bricks and said, "Make a heated bed so that it won't be too cold at night."
Li Yue sat aside and said, "We can sleep together, there's no need to go to such trouble."
My heart says that you can sleep with me, but I can’t sleep well. After all, I’m at my most energetic, what should I do if I’m a man?
I was busy until night, and a simple heated kang was finally ready.
I had noodles for dinner.
Li Yue learned the pronunciation of some words, and Zhang Yang wrote the pinyin of each word.
While sucking the noodles, Li Yue listened to Zhang Yang's lecture on pronunciation skills.
Zhang Yang said that this language is his hometown dialect.
Li Yue knew that the hometown dialects in many places were different, but Zhang Yang's hometown dialect was particularly nice, with clear pronunciation and a sonorous and powerful sound.
After studying for a while, Li Yue was able to speak a paragraph.
Because the pronunciation is similar to that of Guanzhong dialect, Li Yue mastered it quickly.
At night, Zhang Yang heated the kang and asked Li Yue to try it on the bed.
Li Yue lay on the bed and felt the warmth coming from under the bed.
Zhang Yang said: "Is it too hot?"
Li Yue whispered: "Just right."
Does it feel like there's a fire underneath and meat roasting on top?
There is a bad feeling.
I can finally sleep comfortably tonight.
Zhang Yang walked out of the bedroom and helped his wife close the door.
The night is good today, there is no freezing rain, except for the cold wind from time to time. The bright moon hangs in the night sky, and the night sky is filled with stars. The starry sky without light pollution looks really beautiful.
After looking at the starry sky for a while, sleep came over me.
Zhang Yang closed the door outside the courtyard, but saw that Aunt Wang next door had just returned at this time.
Seeing Zhang Yang, Aunt Wang said, "You're still up so late?"
