Li Xiaoyu and Wang Yun both nodded and understood.

However, Wang Yun was still a little uneasy, and said: "However, how can those big masters of Xiangyang City and Ezhou Cheng believe in Zhou Zhijun?"

"They're going to believe me. Because anyone who has drunk the Daqu of the Qin Mansion knows that this wine is brewed by the Guanghua Military Festival Embassy, and I was the judge of the Guanghua Military Festival Embassy back then. I am in charge of everything, and the fool knows that the wine is made by me. Zhou Bo said confidently.

He paused, and then said: "Don't worry, as long as you release this news, anyone who knows the goods will believe that I have this ability." I don't want to work with them. At first, there may be very few people doing the processing, but once the news spreads, the processing plant will continue to generate revenue. ”

Wang Yun and Li Xiaoyu naturally agreed-

From the next day, Li Xiaoyu and Wang Yun began to act separately.

Li Xiaoyu was in charge of negotiating with his uncle to deduct the labor fee at no more than 200 taels, while Wang Yun went to various factories and explained to the workers that from this month onwards, the payment of wages would be suspended, and that the government had encountered difficulties, and once the difficulties were resolved, a lot of the arrears of wages would be made up.

Li Xiaoyu's uncle Wang Zexi originally had the psychological idea of bullying acquaintances, Li Xiaoyu is his niece, and she is a yellow-haired girl who does not know the world, not to mention that the money deceived is not from the Li family, but from the government. At first, he thought that Zhou Bo trusted Li Xiaoyu very much and handed over this matter to Li Xiaoyu, so he felt that it was profitable.

Anyway, Li Xiaoyu doesn't understand anything, as long as she nods, then this matter will be done.

But soon Wang Zexi knew that Zhou Bo did not give full authority to Li Xiaoyu.

When Li Xiaoyu came to the door and angrily reprimanded Wang Zexi, Wang Zexi was really embarrassed. However, Wang Zexi did not dare to refute Li Xiaoyu, after all, Li Xiaoyu is an official, he is a businessman, there has always been only collusion between officials and businessmen, and there has never been a confrontation between officials and businessmen.

Li Xiaoyu learned wisely this time, and only said that the government would give fifty taels of labor fees for each transportation and resale.

Wang Zexi naturally refused to do it, and the bargaining with a sigh was finally set at a price of 200 taels.

Although the labor fee was suddenly reduced from thousands of taels or even tens of thousands of taels to 200 taels, Wang Zexi did not have anything in his heart that he could not accept. First, he was the first to commit fraud, and he almost offended his in-laws; second, he did not dare to disobey the government; and third, although he did not earn much from his labor fees, he was not without other benefits.

Li Xiaoyu told Wang Zexi that Zhou Envoy Jun asked Wang Zexi to move his business name to Guanghua Army, and the government could give preferential policies. This news is an excellent benefit for Wang Zexi, who has always been eager to cooperate with the government. It's just that the current situation of the Guanghua Army is not very clear, and the Guanghua Army is the most border town, which has potential safety hazards, so he still keeps an eye on it.

Immediately, Wang Zexi told Li Xiaoyu that he could move some of his own small industries such as textile factories and small food workshops to the Guanghua Army. Because he saw that the cost of these small industries was not high, even if there was any accident, it didn't matter, and more importantly, he heard that the Guanghua Army was now in ruins, and there were many cheap labor, so he could test the water first.

Of course, Li Xiaoyu didn't think much about it, anyway, she didn't understand business, and it was always a good thing for her uncle to promise to move a few workshops, so she happily went back to her life.

Wang Yun's negotiations with the workers were very smooth, and most of the workers felt that working was not necessarily just to make money, because they had nothing to do if they were not working, even if it was for recreation, not to mention that anyone could understand the difficulties of the government, so they all agreed to pay for nothing.

There were only a few people, as Zhou Bo expected, small-minded, no vision, clamoring for dissatisfaction.

Wang Yun decisively fired them and issued a notice that they would never be hired. At the same time, he was also thinking that the dismissal of these people must also be a kind of purification for the factory, because these villains are definitely not harmonious, a rat poop spoils a pot of soup, and it is clear to eradicate it early.

In addition, Zhou Bo is also busy setting up a wine processing factory. However, his work is more troublesome than that of Li Xiaoyu and Wang Yun, on the one hand, it is to prepare equipment and factory sites, and on the other hand, it is necessary to spread the news.

Zhou Bo chose the site of the factory in the south county town outside the city. According to his plan for the Gwanghwa Military City, the city should be developed into a prosperous commercial area, and the southern county town is relatively backward and safer in case of any situation, so all industries are set up here.

Qiē was unfolding in an orderly manner, but bursts of palpitations suddenly flashed in Zhou Bo's heart. That magical smoke snake appeared around his body again, and before Zhou Bo could react, his soul rose again, and disappeared without even saying hello.

The little smoke snakes are full of spirituality, and they surround Zhou Bo, floating in the mysterious passage.

The mysterious passage is colorful, and there are some souls like Zhou Bo everywhere, why they appeared here, Zhou Bo didn't know, but he knew that he had to get out of here quickly.

The little smoke snake seemed to understand Zhou Bo's thoughts, hugged him, and tore open a small gap in time and space.

Zhou Bo's eyes lit up, and his soul finally left that hellish passage and appeared in reality.

The moment he came into contact with the air, Zhou Bo's memories of the past suddenly came flooding back. Treehouse, Energy Seed, Nature's Touch

Zhou Bo instantly became aggressive, but before Zhou Bo could move, the smoke snakes around him suddenly wrapped Zhou Bo's head very roughly.

The memory is gradually blurring, and the memory of the original life, the memory of the ancient time, is like the dust that has been washed away, slowly, slowly disappearing. Zhou Bo was terrified, but he couldn't change anything.

I can only watch my memory disappear, and the whole person becomes confused, like a toy that has lost its spirituality.

The little smoke snakes seemed to be very satisfied with their work, and circled around Zhou Bofei for a while, and then surrounded his blank soul and came to the sky above a couple.

The couple was sneaky, and the woman was holding a sleeping baby in her arms. The smoke snake jumped for a while, and pushed Zhou Bo's soul hard, crashing into the baby's body.

The two strange souls, under the dance of the smoke snake, gradually merged into one. The smoke snake circled around the newborn baby for a moment, and then reluctantly left.

The sky was gray, and no sound could be heard around them, only flakes of snow swaying in the air and slowly falling. The streets are almost completely covered in night, with only a few dim streetlamps barely trying to get a glimmer of light. But this little light could not illuminate the streets, and the buildings on both sides became completely uniform colors, dull and cold, like monsters that wanted to swallow the world.

Two ghostly figures, flickering and moving quickly in the deserted streets, they were tightly wrapped in cloaks and felt hats like rice dumplings.

They don't care about the surrounding qiē at all. On one side of the road, several men dressed in black surrounded a young man lying on the ground, waving his fists and kicks, and the young man moaned as he rolled in the snow, but his voice was soon drowned out by the cold wind. Pedestrians on the road continued to walk their own way as if they had not seen it at all. Of course, they saw it as they passed, but they hurried by like any other pedestrian, for such things were seen every day, and who could care so much.

They kept hurrying forward as if nothing had happened. The wind gradually blew tighter, and the silence just now was completely enveloped by the sound of the wind. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out behind them. They sighed and walked on. But they knew very well in their hearts that another star had fallen.

The two lines of footprints gradually moved to a large open field, with no people, no buildings, not even a little light. Rows of erected stone slabs stand out against the reflection of the snow.

At this time, the two of them stopped on a flat ground, and one of them suddenly took out a large package from the tight clothes, and she held it to her chest, and repeatedly looked at the little life in the package, and her face was unconsciously filled with two lines of tears.

At this time, the other person sighed: "Put it down!"

She placed it flat next to a tombstone, and then reflexively followed him to the way back, and though she glanced back from time to time, the footsteps of the two of them faded into the night.

At this moment, the package suddenly moved, two small white hands were exposed, and a small head was also stretched out, and it stared at the sky curiously. At this time, the snowflakes suddenly came to life, the wind became much gentler, and the white silver butterflies fluttered back and forth, as if performing a huge dance.

Its eyes widened in surprise and its mouth opened wider, but what it didn't understand was why it was the only one enjoying the show, but it was still a little overwhelmed, and if it hadn't been wrapped up, it would have wanted to dance with the silver butterflies.

At this time, it gently stroked its little face with its little hand, touched its soft nose, and searched under its nose, but what made it strange was why it touched two hard things, which directly frightened it to retract its little hand again.

The snow gradually stopped, but the butterfly kept drifting in its dreams, fluttering.

The next day, the sky cleared, and the surroundings were empty, and the tombstones were still stained with some snowflakes, like terracotta warriors waiting for the peace here.

It also sticks its little head out of the package, staring at the world with wide eyes. What catches the eye is not the colorful flowers and plants, nor the warm sunshine, but the dead branches bent by the snow and the cold and hard stone monuments. The wind still swept across the land at its pace, and from time to time snow particles fell on its little head, and it was so anxious that it clung to it with both hands, but it touched the strange thing on its face—a mouth like a duck's beak, hard and rough, and it was so frightened that it retracted its little hand back into its package.

Although it is daytime, it only enters the sound of the whirring wind, and what enters the eyes is only cold things, at this time it really wants to close its eyes and never touch the surrounding qiē again, this monotonous qiē, which makes its heartbeat worse!

However, it failed, one qiē was still the same, and it couldn't get out of the package, it just didn't think about it, but it didn't want it to be still shrouded in this terrible silence and the wind that broke the silence, it couldn't get rid of, it couldn't hide!

But something more unfortunate had come, it had begun to feel hungry, an irrepressible hunger that enveloped its whole body, and it almost suffocated, but it had nothing to do, nothing it could do—

Time passed minute by minute, but it no longer thought about it, let alone dared to think about it, because even a small brain like it knew that no one would come here, and no one would come to this deserted cemetery in such cold weather.

Of course, although it does not know when death will come, with one more step, its flame of life will become weaker and weaker until it is extinguished, and it cannot escape, silently enduring.

In the haze, it suddenly heard a pleasant singing, and it gradually got closer, closer.

It tried to open its eyes, but it couldn't, days of hunger had weakened it to the point that it was impossible to even open its eyes, and it was ready to go to another world with the Grim Reaper.

The melodious song was a call to another world, a requiem that would kill it but free it from its immediate fears, so that it no longer resisted, its eyes were no longer ready to open, and it waited for the moment to come.

At this moment, a few footsteps came, near, close.

It could already clearly hear the gasping sound of the comer, as melodious as the beat of a tap dance, and it couldn't help but get rid of the shackles of its eyelids, and opened its eyes wide to make one last eye contact with the world, to feel the light of the world for the last time.

Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps went to a nearby tombstone, and it was disappointed, and it knew that it would leave in a hurry in a short time, and then it would leave this world completely, the world it had not had time to take a closer look.

It hid in the package and closed its eyes again, no longer thinking about the surrounding qiē.

However, there was a crisp sound as it wrapped around the tombstone next to it, and a piece of snow slipped off the tombstone and slammed into the ground, and a bird flew away with its wings flashing.

Footsteps sounded again, this time really coming next to it, so close that it was a little overwhelmed.

"Alas, such ruthless parents, they were thrown here on such a cold day!"

The visitor sighed and picked up the package with a big palm. Hiding inside, it managed to open its eyes again, and saw clearly the appearance of the person holding it.

He has a wide forehead, a square chin, a few faint whiskers on a large mouth, and a pair of clear and sharp eyes hidden in deep eye sockets.

"Little one, you're lucky this time, if you don't mind, I'm going to take you home!"

Its eyes unconsciously widened as if they were about to fall out, and flashed with excitement. As if to say:

You must not leave me here, it's too cold in here!

In the haze, it was put between the coats by the big hands, and it turned into darkness, but it was not afraid, because it could feel the heat emanating from his broad chest, so warm, so intoxicated. Through the gap under the coat, it could see the road moving, and although it couldn't make out the direction, it knew that warmth beckoned to it.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and the big hands took it out with a package. (To be continued.) )