Zhao Tenglong didn't seem to hear the curse, and his face remained expressionless.
After the waiter left, he was the only one left in the entire Tenglong Restaurant.
The wind of late autumn blows, making people feel unexpected.
Uh-huh!
However, just as the wind was blowing the leaves, a sudden sound came from the restaurant.
Then there were the sounds of footsteps coming one after another.
At this time, Zhao Tenglong showed a smile on his face.
Turning around, I saw three big men.
"Dong Zhao's family, all three Huainan lords have attended the appointment. Is what they said back then true?"
After hearing this, Zhao Tenglong's face twisted for a moment, but he soon made up his mind and said:
"nature."
"Okay, three thousand taels of silver!"
"What? Gu Beichuan is a scholar with no strength, and he wants three thousand taels of silver to kill him? Why don't you go and grab it?"
"Dong Zhao's words are wrong. Although Gu Beichuan is a scholar with no ability to tie a chicken, he is also a Huainan poet with a great reputation."
"If the world knew that it was my three brothers who killed him, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of our Huainan Three Owls?"
"So, we have to pay more!"
Hearing this, even a treacherous person like Zhao Tenglong couldn't help but be stunned.
I think you, the Three Huainan Owls, have been wanted by the government for five years, haven't you?
He is already a notorious person, how can he ruin his reputation?
But now people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.
"With three thousand taels of silver, you can definitely kill Gu Beichuan?" Zhao Tenglong said fiercely.
"Yes, if what Mr. Zhao said is true, then Shijun is just a scholar who has no power to tie a chicken, and there are no martial arts experts around. Then we, the three brothers, will kill him like a chicken."
After hearing this, Zhao Tenglong's worry subsided a bit.
The three Huainan lords have been wanted by the county guards for five years, but they have still not been killed. This shows that they are all ruthless characters.
If such a person could not kill Gu Beichuan, it would be unreasonable.
"Okay, deal!"
After the Huainan Three Owls left, Zhao Tenglong looked at his remaining two thousand taels of silver and felt his heart bleed.
The painstaking efforts of the past ten years were wiped out overnight.
After selling off all his property, there was only a mere five thousand taels of silver left, and the three Huainan lords took away three thousand taels in one go. How could he not feel distressed?
However, when I thought about it, as long as I could kill Gu Beichuan, then everything would be worth it!
If it weren't for him, our Tenglong Restaurant would still be the number one restaurant in Huainan!
Now Feihong’s scenery will also belong to Tenglong!
And that little brat Huai Min is not a good person either!
The restaurant my father left behind was not sold to me, but to an outsider.
Really selling off the family property, unworthy of descendants!
The sun sets in the west, the golden glow fades, and shadows climb up the eaves.
Zhao Tenglong, on the other hand, stood alone in the shadows on the second floor with a terrifying expression.
"In that case, just go and die." He said with a evil smile.
…
Bagong Mountain, deep inside!
This is the forbidden area of Bagong Village!
Even the most outstanding hunter in the village dare not go deep into it!
In the past, this place was full of beasts roaring one after another!
Only today, it was surprisingly quiet.
Those arrogant tigers, leopards and wolves all stopped.
Just because they met a more terrifying creature!
clatter!
clatter!
clatter!
Footsteps!
Someone broke into the hinterland of Bagong Mountain!
That was a monk, dressed in monk's robes, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but there was a sadness lingering between his eyebrows. When people saw it, they couldn't help but think of a word in their hearts: great suffering, deep hatred.
The monk was nearly middle-aged, his face was covered with stubble, and his clothes were a little shabby. He looked weathered.
Only his face seemed vaguely handsome.
Perhaps, when he was young, he was still a handsome monk who was famous all over the country.
The monk was carrying a long rod wrapped in coarse cloth on his back. The coarse cloth looked very old, as if it had never been opened.
It is really a rare and strange thing for such a strange monk to appear in the hinterland of Bagong Mountain.
The monk raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Bagong Village, his nose twitching.
Immediately, a rare smile appeared on Ku Da Qiu Shen's face and he said: "Xiu'er, I smell you."
"In the blink of an eye, it's been so many years."
clatter!
clatter!
clatter!
The monk's footsteps gradually faded away, and the forest became lively. Occasionally, the roar of beasts could be heard.
But I don’t know why, but this roar sounds so fierce and angry.
…
The land Gu Beichuan bought in Bagong Village was in the south of the village, so the house he built was nicknamed: Nanshan Residence.
I originally wanted to order Nanshan Pizza Hut, but after thinking about it, I gave up.
Inside the Nanshan Residence, the orange firelight emitted from the candle lamp reflected Gu Beichuan's handsome profile as he laid his head on the document.
Xiu'er watched from the side and couldn't help but feel a little crazy.
"What are you doing standing still? The young master will be bitten to death by these mosquitoes."
"Cough, cough, cough." The girl coughed, almost choking on her own saliva, and quickly picked up the incense and lit it.
White smoke slowly rose and dispersed in the air.
Unconsciously, the buzzing of mosquitoes in my ears actually weakened a lot.
"Master, what are you drawing?"
On the rice paper in front of Gu Beichuan's desk, he used a brush to carefully outline one stroke after another. When put together, it was a model that Xiu'er had never seen before.
"It's a stand, but it rotates."
"A revolving stand? Why draw this?" the girl asked, tilting her head and speaking in a coquettish tone.
Gu Beichuan smiled and said nothing.
To be precise, this is a silk weaving frame!
The builder and the young man from Bagong Village were very helpful. They didn't keep him waiting for a long time and they had already built a workshop.
And this first workshop was used by Gu Beichuan to produce silk.
Yes!
There is no silk in Daqian!
In China, there is a legend about Leizu raising silkworms and reeling silk five thousand years ago.
During the Han Dynasty, silk technology initially appeared and reached its peak during the Tang Dynasty!
In certain historical periods, China was once known as the land of silk.
It is China that spreads silk to the world!
It can be said that our entire civilization is closely related to this fabric!
However, not every civilization is as lucky as China.
The main fabrics of Daqian are roughly divided into two types.
linen, and cotton.
Among them, hemp is also called coarse cloth. It is produced from plant roots and animal skins. It is mostly dark brown in color and is generally purchased by poor people for clothing.
As for cotton cloth, the raw material for production is cotton, which is particularly white and can be dyed.
Whether it is comfortable or beautiful to wear, it must be far superior to coarse cloth.
However, cotton is generally produced in the subtropics and cannot survive in cold northern climates.
Daqian is tilted to the east, and only a small area in the south can grow cotton.
Therefore, this cotton cloth is particularly rare.
Often only high-ranking officials and nobles can enjoy it.
But if silk could be produced.
Gu Beichuan felt that he could definitely challenge the status of cotton!
