"Bastard, how can this be! Why am I so confused! ”

In a mansion in the west of the city, Song Jisheng, the owner of Song's rice shop, slapped the table with vigor and swept it fiercely, and all the expensive cups on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

There are a lot of guys in Mi Xing, and he knew about the fundraising the afternoon before yesterday, of course, he didn't bother to take care of it.

He is a disaster victim outside the city, and he cares about Lao Tzu's? Did you work for me? Laid eggs for me?

So he didn't even let people carry a symbolic bag of rice, and went about his business behind closed doors.

During this time, due to the impact of locust plagues and droughts, the price of rice in Chang'an rose, and he was comfortable making money.

No matter how comfortable he is, he also covets the good things that come out of Chen's Restaurant.

The legendary dish called sour and hot shredded potatoes, as well as those stir-fried dishes, he never had a chance to taste once.

There is also the legendary beer that is more enjoyable than all the fine wines of the Tang Dynasty, and the gel pen that only the civil and military officials of the dynasty are eligible to be issued, and the roll of paper, too much, too much.

Although it costs a lot to ask someone to buy it once or twice on the black market, this kind of taste is really uncomfortable, and I want to use it once and use it a second time, and I want more.

But he was a businessman, and he didn't dare to do anything to Chen's Restaurant.

Just look at the fate of that Lord Zhang Zidong, if he dares to go over and grab it, he doesn't have to wait for the next day, his head is estimated to be hung up in the West Market that day.

Chen Chu dealt with the situation of the victims outside the city, and Song Jisheng didn't think much about it, just thought that he was just doing things for the imperial court.

The court is doing things, asking for food and donations, what does it have to do with me Song Jisheng? Does he owe anything to the court?

If this is Chen Chu's private matter, Song Jisheng must have been sensible in the past, but the problem is that he doesn't know, for Chen Chu, public and private affairs are the same thing.

For him, there is no distinction between public and private, it depends on whether he is happy when he does things.

So the tragic Song Jisheng didn't donate a bag of grain, and the famous Song family rice shop in Xicheng had such a good opportunity to be engraved on the merit tablet, glorifying the ancestors, and even having the opportunity to get rid of the identity of a businessman.

even got Chen Chu's favor.

He missed it!

One can imagine how Song Jisheng is feeling now.

And like him, there are only a lot of people in Chang'an City, I don't know how many people's teacups and porcelain have been damaged, and how many people who have accidentally touched the master's moldy head have been unlucky.

Li Er chatted with hundreds of officials in the Taiji Palace, but fortunately, today was basically good news, and there was nothing to worry about.

So everyone waited in the Taiji Hall for a while, and after the sun was completely up, the civil and military officials took the chariot and other means of travel, and went all the way to the merit platform directly south of the imperial city.

Then Li Er held a temporary reward here at the Meritorious Terrace, officially acknowledging the legality of the meritorious platform, and at the same time, encouraging and condolences to the people who were invited to the list who were sincerely afraid of being notified.

Hou Junji and the others stood happily in the group of officials.

He felt that his bad luck had been swept away, and he had some opinions about Chen Chu before, but now he had already regarded him as a friend.

It's just a pity that the two sides haven't officially walked around each other yet.

Most of the Manchu officials looked dejected, and the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly remembered what Chen Chu said: Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and those who are unprepared, and if the opportunity is thrown on top of his head, he can hold an umbrella to block it.

So he secretly said this to Li Eryi, and Li Er also laughed secretly, isn't this very right.

These officials think about how to please Chen Chu every day, they don't know each other and can't come to visit, and they can't find a chance to signal in the air.

No, a ready-made opportunity for you to donate money to be on the list, no one moved, and they all pretended not to see it.

It's cool now, there is no you on the inscription, there is no reward for Lao Tzu, and there is no membership card for Chen's club, right?

For this membership card, Li Er understands that it is the entry and exit pass and the like that everyone guesses.

And Chen Chu clearly told them that they would not be able to enter the Chen Club without this thing in the future.

What should I do if I don't have a membership card? Find a way to get it yourself, openly and secretly Chen Chu will always leave a chance to issue a new card, it depends on whether you can find it.

And these opportunities, where is it better to have a ready-made membership card directly?

When he has the opportunity, the devil knows how long he will have to wait, how much it will cost, and what twists and turns will it take.

Li Er suddenly became proud, with his identity and Chen Chu's friendship, it shouldn't be a problem to ask for a lot of this membership card at that time, right? The favored concubines in the harem must at least be given by manpower.

Then a carriage stopped next to it, and Luo Wu, the external manager of the Chen Mansion, led people to start distributing the prizes of the Chen Mansion to these fifty people.

In addition to a roll of paper per person, each person has a gel pen, a handful of bananas, a box of toothpaste, three bottles of beer, and a bag of potatoes, each of which is pretended to be a package, a heavy bag.

Even Hou Junji couldn't wait to smile when he got this bag of things, he couldn't wait to rush home now, close the door, and take stock and enjoy it.

Not to mention other people, in fact, some of these people don't know what these things are and what they are for, but they can't stop the people around them who understand screaming and explaining their value.

Suddenly, their faces turned red with excitement, and they floated when they walked.

These people who don't understand vaguely know that the membership card of the so-called Chen Club should be a great thing.

"Chen Chu's Zhuang thing, what I did is refreshing! Looking at the fundraising launched by the imperial court in the future, who would dare to buckle the rope. ”

Li Er smiled, and there was an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

In fact, the materials donated by Lu Guogong are not particularly large, a thousand stones of grain, is it too much? Ordinary people can't take it out, 100,000 catties of grain, but there are people in Chang'an City.

And I can't compete for the first few places, and the last few places, the materials add up, and I haven't even reached two hundred times!

Two hundred yuan for such a series of rewards, you can also glorify your ancestors, and your descendants will become officials in the future, and when people hear that your ancestors are on the merit platform, they can open a fast track for you!

It's a pity, is there a regret medicine in the world? No!

"Mowgli, let's go, let's go find Xiaogong them, bring a bow, go to the hunting ground to hunt a wild boar, and go back to him to drink!"

Chen Chu's move can be said to have brought a lot of benefits to Datang, people are in good spirits on happy occasions, Li Er is playful, where do you care about official business or not, you want to taste the taste of wild boar in hot pot.

The eldest grandson Wuji agreed, and curiously looked at the reward in the prince's share who did not come, and smiled slightly, there are indeed not many things here.

That is, those of them who are close to Chen Chu, looking at it, who else in Datang is not interested in this?

This has to be given to Jieli, and if you can't get it, you can exchange it for a few hundred sheep.

The thing that His Majesty called toothpaste, the packaging box is so beautiful, His Majesty only asked someone to send him a box today, and he hasn't even tried it himself, and these people got it.