When Han You was galloping on the road, a heavy snowfall was coming.
The goose feathers of snow are flying all over the sky, from a little bit to a patch, flying with the wind, and the cold wind is howling.
Han You couldn't help but slow down his horse.
"winter is here."
Han You likes snow, but he doesn't like the current snow, because the first football league in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is coming soon. If the snow doesn't stop, the league cannot be carried out.
All the way back to the villa, Han You called someone to call Beimen Yuyong and Ji Ying over.
"How long will this snow last?"
When Han You asked, Beimen Yuyong and Ji Ying looked at each other, wondering where they were going.
Jiang Zhui, holding hot tea, said, "At least two days."
"how do you know."
"I just know it."
Jiang Zhui said proudly: "Don't forget that I come from the Yin Yang School."
Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yes, I know you are from the Yin Yang School. What I'm asking is how did you determine that it will snow for two days?"
"intuition."
"The Yin Yang School relies on intuition to calculate astronomy and geography?"
Jiang Zhui thought for a while: "Probably so."
Han You was convinced.
In fact, this is really the case. A lot of knowledge in ancient times was constantly integrated through a large amount of theoretical knowledge and practical experience. Over time, it became a kind of "intuition".
However, no one can tell whether Jiang Zhui's intuition is accurate.
"Have someone go back to Beijing, go to the Imperial Academy to find Teacher Gong, and ask Teacher Gong how long the snow will last."
Beimen Yuyong went out to look for someone and gave instructions. When he came back, he said, "Afraid of delaying the kicking of the ball?"
The little fat man didn't understand very much. He didn't know why football had become popular in the entire villa in just over half a month. What's the point of snatching a broken ball? He was so exhausted from running around. He liked playing football and asked Ji Ying to sew it more. Just a few dozen would be fine, and the villa is not short of money.
"Correction, that's called kicking a ball."
Han You was open-minded: "If we can't open it, just postpone it. Once winter comes, there will be disaster victims and refugees. The victims and refugees will be cold and hungry, and there will be people playing football next to the mountains and roaring tsunamis. It's outrageous. Let people let the news go. Postpone it. It can't be done." Let others take advantage of it."
"good."
Han You looked at Ji Ying again: "How long will it take to convert the football field donated by the Ma family in the north of the city into an indoor one?"
Ji Ying blurted out: "How much food will it cost?"
"Just tell me if you can do it."
Beimen Yuyong interjected: "You must not exceed the limit. Even if it is only a venue for hundreds of people, plus the stadium, it will be bigger than Taiqian Palace. You will die."
"Hundreds of people?" Han You said with disdain, "The stands must accommodate at least 18,000 people."
Ji Ying took a breath of cold air: "Shao Yin, this is too... too... too..."
Brother Kun has been too stubborn for a long time and has no clue. Since his debut, he has never done such a big project.
Beimen Yuyong thought that Han You's old habit had returned: "Why are you always so extravagant? Why don't you save some money? Not to mention exceeding the limit, just talk about how much money and food will be spent."
Han You smiled bitterly.
There are many things that he cannot explain. He has different concepts and different experiences. This is also where he is lonely. Many things that are normal, in the eyes of others, are not whimsical ideas, or even unreasonable, or just wasteful.
Just like when we first planned to build the Four Seasons Villa, it was still called the Summer Resort. The friends around me didn't agree with it. They secretly thought that Han You was building a big brothel. There would be no guests coming to a place like this.
Even though Four Seasons Villa is now on the right track, Han You still cannot get approval for many of his ideas.
Han You couldn't help but miss Wang Hai.
Brother Hai is always by his side and will unconditionally approve of anything no matter what.
"By the way, Brother Hai, I've been spending the whole day with that crazy girl. Nothing happened."
Beimen Yuyong shook his head: "I sent people there several times and never heard anything went wrong."
"That's good."
Han You was about to send Beimen Yuyong away, and chatted with Brother Kun alone: "Okay, it's okay, you can go and do your work. Didn't you select twenty cheating candidates to specialize in the imperial examination? And Ma Fenghou is here. "
"No." Beimen Yuyong teased: "Ma Rulong sent someone to send a message, saying that Ma Fenghou is recovering from his injuries and will be here in a few days."
"Dai Chongming was injured?"
"It's because the leg is lame."
Han You was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the smart leg should have been kicked by Ma Lao Er. As for why he was lame, he knew as soon as he thought about it, he didn't want to study.
Some time ago, when his father was not exposed, he sent him to the Imperial College, where he worked as a crane every day. After finally getting used to it, Han You left again.
When he left the Imperial Academy, Ma Laoer sold him again and asked him to come to the villa to study.
My father sold out my uncle's goods, so he was very smart and pitiful.
"Okay." Han You waved his hand: "Then go and do your work."
Beimen Yuyong smiled half-heartedly: "Then Brother Ji and I will leave together."
"Just go by yourself."
"You want to get rid of me and talk to him about the stadium, yes or no."
"Yes." Han You squinted his eyes: "Either you leave, or I call your aunt."
"Who are you scaring, huh!"
Beimen Yuyong snorted heavily, then stood up and left, very cool and timid.
Ji Ying smiled bitterly.
In the whole villa, only Beimen Yuyong could raise objections. Of course, there were also Lu Baichuan and Jiang Zhui, but these two people opposed for the sake of opposition. They just had nothing to do, and no one took their words seriously.
"Design it to be fully enclosed. At least it should be protected from wind and rain."
"It's done. Just think of a way. It just takes a lot of time."
"It doesn't matter."
"It will also cost a lot of money."
"It doesn't matter."
"Those things that exceed the rules..."
Han You didn't dare to be indifferent.
This matter can be big or small. Once the courtiers use it as an excuse and tell it in court, Lao Ba will definitely become anxious and take the opportunity to blackmail him for some dividends.
Now Zhou Laoba has learned to be smarter. No matter what he understands or doesn't understand, as long as Han You is involved, he will do everything possible to get involved. Zao Mo Zao plays three poles, which is quite speculative.
Seeing Han You's thoughtful look on his face, Ji Ying tentatively said, "How about Shao Yin informing the Ministry of Industry?"
"Ministry of Industry?"
"Yes, the Ministry of Works is in charge of construction matters. According to the law, all private houses, mansions, and government offices in Beijing, large and small, must be approved by the Ministry of Works first. As long as you get the note, even if something happens in the future, it will be the Ministry of Works that is responsible. .”
Han You was shocked: "Isn't this a trap for your old employer, the Ministry of Industry?"
Ji Ying was too embarrassed to say anything.
It seems as if without your words, Shaoyin, the Ministry of Industry would not have suffered a trap.
Jiang Zhui laughed and scolded: "You are a bitch craftsman. If you have breasts, you will be a mother. If you follow my school captain, you will trick your old employer. You are really not a good person."
Ji Ying was unhappy: "The old man used to be in the Ministry of Industry, what kind of official position did he have?"
Jiang Zhui didn't react: "You have a shitty official position. Aren't you a craftsman? You're not as good as a civil servant."
"When I was a craftsman, how much was my monthly salary?"
"That's what you call wages. Where does the salary come from? It's only a few hundred coins."
"Now, what position does the old man hold in the villa? What is his monthly salary?"
Jiang Zhui was confused: "How did I know?"
"Six strings, six strings per month!"
Ji Ying sneered and said: "Wherever I go, others will call me Master Ji or Manager Ji. A few days ago, two directors and doctors from the Ministry of Works came, and they all called me Brother Ji. My wife, children, old and young all live in the villa. , no worries about food and clothing, let alone cheating the Ministry of Industry for Shao Yin's affairs, even if Shao Yin asked the old man to kill the Minister of the Ministry of Works, the old man did not hesitate at all."
Jiang Zhuile said: "You are jealous of money. What if someone gives you a monthly salary of sixty guans in the future? Will you leave my home as a lieutenant?"
"Fart!" Ji Ying scolded; "Give me sixty guan, not because I am worth 60 guan, but because I received six guan from Shao Yin. If I don't follow Shao Yin, not to mention sixty guan, that is No one will give me six hundred coins."
Han You laughed loudly. Who said that technical workers have no brains? Brother Kun can be said to be the most sane person in the world.
Looking at the snowflakes in the sky, Han You raised the corners of his mouth.
This is one of the reasons why he likes ancient times. Every time dogs are slaughtered for justice, the word morality is always deeply imprinted in people's hearts.
"Next invitation." Han You made a decision: "I'll chase you into the city and ask the Lord Shangshu to come to the villa to talk about it."
Jiang Zhui reminded: "I'm sorry, Shangshu is not a cat or a dog. If you call him, he will come and go."
"I'm inviting the Minister of Industry."
"Oh, I told you earlier, then just send someone there."
Jiang Zhui said cheerfully: "The Minister of the Ministry of Industry is not considered a Minister."
Han You scolded: "What does it mean if it's not a minister?"
Jiang Zhui: "The Minister of the Ministry of Industry."
Han You: "..."
Looking at Jiang Zhui's smart face, Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If Lao Zhou was lucky enough, he might even be able to become a servant in the province. By then, he would have completely turned over, but the chance was very low. Low is very low, almost equal to zero.
Thinking of this, Han You's expression moved slightly.
The probability is low, but it doesn't mean there is no chance. It depends on human effort. If you intervene...
After thinking about it, Han You became dejected.
If he intervenes, the chance is still very low, shockingly low, because as Jiang Zhui said, it is true that Lao Zhou is the Minister of Industry, but he is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Han You also couldn't understand. It was obviously built by the government, so how could it be so miserable?
