Everyone was drowsy, and even the majestic tunes of the band had to be lowered by one level.
But the county magistrate's recitation of killing millions of enemies was still going on, and his passion was flying like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. It seemed that what the document said was not about his great military exploits, but about his life's emotions.
If Li Tai hadn't stopped him, Magistrate Zhang would have been able to talk about it for a long time at least, and even several poets who wrote praising poems wanted to recite it vividly.
Li Ke lay on the bamboo bed, his legs and feet numb, and sighed in his heart, what a good county magistrate who did his duty.
Fortunately, everything is in the past...
The band, freed from the torrent of misery, could finally play in unison again. The drums and trumpets were so loud and festive that the flying snow in the sky suddenly stopped.
The snow stopped and the festive atmosphere became even more intense, so Magistrate Zhang began to inspect the warrior's home.
After being separated from the county magistrate's passionate recitation, the followers of the brigade finally released all their strength and moved the prizes into the yard with great enthusiasm.
Di Yong smiled and congratulated Li Ke: "When your Majesty is awarded the title of general in the future, don't forget the dog's wealth."
Li Ke glared at Di Yong warily, because it could be seen from Di Yong's laughing expression whether he was talking about "gou rich and noble" or "dog rich and noble".
But at this moment, a fat face came over and said: "Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty, I am polite and courteous."
It turned out to be Qian Sanlang, holding a big umbrella to cover the snow to block Li Tai's glaring eyes. But when did this guy become an old man? Li Ke was a little confused.
However, Qian Sanlang's customer-oriented smile immediately dispelled the doubts in front of him: "I heard that His Majesty returned from the army and that the house was in a lot of wear and tear, so he thought of doing something for His Majesty. I have a small house in Beicheng..."
The freshly-baked first-class player has just received the award, which implicitly means a business opportunity. How can the outstanding businessman Qian Sanlang ignore it?
They came here with sincerity and took advantage of Li Ke's wealth to sell a property, and at the same time, Li Ke could get out of his dilapidated situation in Nancheng. This is a win-win, a win-win, you know?
But Li Ke was very dissatisfied with the total price offered by Qian Sanlang. The water in it was obviously bottomless.
The outstanding businessman Qian Sanlang quickly adjusted his tactics, and he was full of momentum: "Buying at a loss, thank you for your majesty's sacrifice for the country, ah no, he was injured for the country, 20% off, 20% off!"
It seems very sincere and very tempting, and it seems to be a very win-win situation.
But Li Ke had no intention of leaving Datongfang and glanced at Li Tai boredly.
Li Tai immediately understood and waved the horse pole in his hand, and lassoed Qian Sanlang mightily.
Qian Sanlang immediately howled like a killing pig: "General Li, be gentle, be gentle, be gentle, give me a 50% discount..."
As the fat body in front of him was dragged away, Li Ke saw clearly that not only was an excellent businessman coming, but there was also a large queue behind him, and they were all excellent businessmen.
Magistrate Zhang not only led an awards team, but also brought a huge economic exchange group...
Unexpectedly, a formal award ceremony turned into a trade market, and the only buyer was Li Ke, who had just become rich.
No wonder Magistrate Zhang Da stayed in the courtyard for so long without coming out. It turned out that he wanted to leave enough time for the businessmen, otherwise how much time would it take to visit the Jiang family's ruined courtyard?
The businessmen were crowded together, all vying to contribute their own efforts to change the dilapidated situation of the shabby households.
These people all bought tickets with County Magistrate Zhang, and the rules were already at the forefront: no one without a ticket is allowed to enter.
Even the percussion band was hired by Magistrate Zhang, who asked businessmen to raise funds. Chang'an County saves every penny. It is said that this is also a political achievement, not shabby...
Not only that, there was actually a matchmaker inside who came specifically to mediate with warriors, holding pictures of ghosts and talismans, which made Li Ke want to get under the blanket and start a new life.
There is a lot of noise, and Pingkangfang may not have been so lively since its establishment.
Li Tai struggled to carry away the visitors one by one. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely, as if he had just wiped out a hundred thousand enemy troops.
However, as the breeze blew, a thin man in ragged clothes stood in front of Li Ke.
Li Ke looked at Li Tai doubtfully. This was the last businessman in line, a teenage customer...
The last night at Gouji Ridge, Feng Ling could even use six moves of sword speed. The speed of the sword was far beyond that of ordinary salted fish. Her swordsmanship was full of real lightning.
Li Tai watched Li Ke's knife speed drop sharply, and couldn't help but said: "How about I cripple you again? You can improve it a little more."
Li Ke also felt a little embarrassed. Every time he increased his knife speed, it was after he was seriously injured, but he couldn't always rely on this fatal method... Such an improvement can only be discouraging.
Li Tai watched the knife speed getting slower and slower, and finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Your Majesty, your strength is tactics, don't compete with a broken knife anymore."
Well, Li Ke San put away the knife. This kind of practice is indeed a bit embarrassing in front of the masters.
When the meal started, the young man in the hall had already set out the dishes.
The young man's name was Wu Daozi. He held up his ghost claw-like painting that day and wanted to sell it to Li Ke. Unexpectedly, Li Ke immediately tore it into pieces as soon as he took it in his hands.
But the result is not bad. Now, Wu Daozi is a retainer specially hired by Li Ke. The eleven-year-old retainer specializes in painting whatever he likes.
Li Tai sat down at the desk and glanced at Wu Daozi again. He still hasn't figured out why Li Ke took in this little beggar who was lifted into the air by a horse pole?
Li Tai also found that Li Ke's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at the eleven-year-old guest... It was really baffling.
What made Li Tai even more speechless was that Li Ke actually called an eleven-year-old boy brother. When he lifted Wu Daozi in the air, Li Ke had already called him Brother Wu... He was really no big or small.
"Brother Wu, eat more. Don't be too restrained here. It's delicious." Li Ke happily advised Wu Daozi. Only he knew that this skinny young man would be the only painting saint in the Tang Dynasty in the future.
What’s a mouthful of rice? Even if you just eat all of Chang'an, that's what you should do.
The honest Wu Daozi nodded cautiously. He originally planned to exchange a self-developed painting for a few festive rewards, but he didn't expect that he would get a formal job in exchange. It was really unexpected. He has not recovered from the accident yet. reacted.
Li Tai now felt that there was no need to make Wu Daozi too intrusive, so he put down his bowls and chopsticks and said formally: "You are His Majesty's official guest. From now on, just like me, you can eat whatever you have and say whatever you want. No need to be formal.”
