Han Tongqing's words are very strange.

Why?

Han Jiang was a little confused, but he still planned to give it a try, and if he tried it wrong, he would apologize to Han Tongqing.

Han Jiang picked up a tea bowl and slammed it against the door, then yelled, "Don't bother me." ”

"It's boring, grilled chicken wings are so delicious, it's just that." Han Tongqing was happy in his heart, this Han Jiang was really smart, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, and then pretended to find Danxia, and immediately asked: "Miss Danxia is also here, do you want to have some grilled chicken wings?" ”

"Is this okay?" Danxia was still hesitating.

Han Tongqing laughed: "It's okay, Brother Jiang'er is the most annoying when he is busy, someone bothers him, he doesn't open the door for a few hours, this chicken wing is a little cold, you haven't seen our Hanfu's baking room yet, the cake is baked from there, do you want to see it?" ”

"Really, is that okay?" Danxia's eyes lit up.

"Of course. The girl came to the door as a guest. Han Tongqing snapped his fingers twice: "Greet Miss Danxia." ”

Han Jiang, who was sitting in the room, also understood, he guessed correctly, Han Tongqing was waiting for himself to smash the bowl, and it was estimated that Han Tongqing would talk to Danxia next.

This Danxia changed into the special clothes in the baking room and tried to make her own cake with the help of the cook.

Han Tongqing measured the temperature of the oven and asked casually, seemingly casually: "If the girl can bake the cake herself, will she send it there first?" ”

Danxia kept her hands and replied at the same time: "The big official is laughing, Danxia is just a maid, and she dares to say that she will send it." ”

After listening to this, Han Tongqing began to think about whether to ask a different question.

Danxia said again: "My girl will definitely send it to the lord first, and then send it to Xixi Yaogong." ”

Yao Gong!

Han Tongqing wrote it down, he knew that Xidong was a very famous figure, and his ability in poetry, calligraphy and painting could not be compared with Lu You and Yang Wanli, but he was also quite a famous person.

Ordinary businessmen ask for a pair of words, but they may not be able to get a pen.

Kindness.

Originally, if she wanted to ask, Han Tongqing planned to ask again later, and if she asked too much, it would be bad if this little girl was suspicious.

Han Jiang wrote a plan in the house, Han Tongqing baked and ate it by himself, and instructed the cook to guide Danxia to learn to bake a cake, after the cake was put into the mold and put into the oven, Han Tongqing asked casually: "I heard that there are a lot of books in Qianfu, this time I want to thank Qianfu for borrowing books, if Qianfu needs any books, I Hanfu has them, and I am naturally willing to let your Qian family copy them." ”

Danxia replied: "Recently, my girl is learning Fanyu, and I plan to organize a few books into a book. ”

"It's amazing." Han Tongqing's praise is true, he doesn't read much, but Fanyu sounds like bird language to him, and it belongs to the type of screaming.

Here's another note.

There is peace and tranquility in Hanfu.

In Lin'an City, the students of Taixue made a fuss for a while, the palace gate was closed, and few real celebrities came to support, and they dispersed at noon.

Let's talk about Hanfu.

Han Jiang's plan could not be written because of the lack of the most practical conditioning data.

In the afternoon, after snatching a set of cloth clothes worn by a florist from the family, Han Jiang quietly went out with five strong men with an average height of 1.9 meters.

Out of the door, Han Wu asked, "Shaojun, do you want to go to the palace gate?" ”

"What are you doing there?" Han Jiang looked puzzled, Han Wu pointed to the basket he was carrying and asked: "Shaojun, carrying so many rice dumplings, isn't it for the students to eat, by the way, let them promote the good of our Han family?" ”

Han Jiang shook his head speechlessly, this IQ is worrying.

This will be the Han family to go to the palace gate house to deliver rice balls, so these Taixue students will use stones to return the gift and throw them away.

Han Jiang said: "Don't talk for a while, hide the knife so that no one can see it, let's go to the Nantumen." ”

"Yes, yes, I won't speak for a while." After Han Wu agreed, he said to the people behind him, "Don't speak for a while." ”

As the third leader of the Han family's nursing home, Han Wu's force value is very guaranteed.

Han Jiang also understands why this martial art of beating eighteen is not the leader of the Han family, because of IQ.

Hanfu is in Jishanfang, which is considered to be the top class of aristocratic squares, go all the way to the east, cross the bridge to get out of the Chongxin Gate of the old city, and then go east to the south soil gate of the new city wall.

However, as soon as Han Jiang came out of Chongxinmen, he didn't plan to go further east.

The plan has not changed quickly, and Han Jiang in Xinchengfang District, outside Chongxin Gate, feels very suitable.

Why.

Because it's chaotic here, how chaotic it is.

Like the urban villages of later generations, the population density here is amazing, the road is narrow and there is no carriage at all, the smell of the workshop is suffocating, and countless houses do not even have a window.

And!

The occupancy rate of houses here is less than 5 percent.

Of course, because the news came from Han Wu, Han Jiang still had to make sure for himself.

"Sir, where is the sun?" Han Jiang took the initiative to walk in front of an old man at the entrance of the fang, and the old man was cold: "Don't dare, don't dare, the old scum dares to be a gentleman, the little official is polite." ”

"Have you eaten?"

The old man blushed and didn't answer.

As soon as Han Jiang stretched out his hand, Han Wu handed over a wooden box, which contained four rice balls, tightly pressed rice balls, and added a little salt, as well as a few dried plums.

"What do you call it? Come to a box. Han Jiang handed over the wooden box with a smile.

The old man didn't dare to take it.

Han Jiang took out a piece of it and put it in his mouth: "Peace of mind, no poison." And I don't have anything to lie to you, to tell you the truth, I am the son-in-law of the Qian family, and I want to do something good with a little money, so I ask about something. ”

The old man's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the wooden box: "Then thank you, little official, the old scum is the one who collects the old rice in the restaurant, and he is called Ah Tu." ”

"Then I'll call you an old Atuber." Han Jiangxiao's eyes narrowed into a line.

Han Wu was excited.

He had a very strong feeling that his own young monarch was going to do great things, which was more exciting than minting money.

Han Wu didn't know, because his IQ problem made Han Yanxuan feel uneasy, and the guard work of the Money Casting Workshop had nothing to do with him. The reason given by Han Yanxuan is that a person like Han Wu, who is a top martial artist, should be given a personal escort to Shaojun, which is a promising job.

Of course Han Wu believed it, because this was what the Lord Monarch had told him personally.

At this time, a very simple carriage stopped, and someone came over and came straight to Han Jiang and hugged his fist: "What is the name of the little brother." ”

"A-Jiang."

"Brother Jiang." The other party nodded, and then introduced himself: "My surname is Qian, Qian Haohuan." ”

Hearing this name, Han Jiang and Han Wu were stunned for a moment at the same time.

What Han Jiang heard was that this self-proclaimed Qian Haoheng, such a domineering name, would still be domineering a thousand years later.

Han Wu vaguely felt that he had heard this name himself, and more than once. But I just can't remember when I heard it, it seems that the lord has roared because of this name, or has beaten people because of this name, or impeached the officials of the Han family with this name, as if he is not a good person.