According to what kind of etiquette reception, this difference is big.

Qian Xinyao took Mama Wu's hand: "I'm still not at ease." ”

"Don't worry, girl, I'll help her inquire. Let's change our clothes and rest. ”

"Yes." Qian Xinyao nodded, and Mama Wu immediately ordered the maid to come over and change Qian Xinyao's clothes.

Lying on the bed, Qian Xinyao couldn't sleep.

She thought that Danxia had said that Han Jiang was going to tear down and rebuild the nameless workshop outside Chongxinmen, although Danxia didn't know the details and couldn't say why, Qian Xinyao thought of something.

A workshop was torn down and rebuilt, and all of them were built into wooden houses or mud houses, which could not be lived in by the original people in the workshop.

Only!

A few feet tall house.

Could it be...... Cement.

Qian Xinyao believes that she is not wrong, if you use wooden buildings, the price of wood in Lin'an this year is 30% higher than last year, and more than ten times more expensive than the wood in Shaoxing Mansion.

Qian Xinyao is not the kind of person who does not stick to Yang Chunshui with ten fingers.

She cares about a lot of things. She would send someone to investigate and record the prices of commonly used materials in Lin'an Mansion, the prices of daily necessities, and even the prices of houses in Lin'an Mansion every few days.

In the past three years, the most powerful increase in Lin'an Mansion is the price of housing, followed by the price of food.

There are 484 kinds of industries in Lin'an Prefecture recorded in Qian Xinyao's small book, and even repairing fans and mending shoes are recorded.

The forbidden army in Lin'an Prefecture received 15 yuan a month, and three years ago they could eat meat every day, but not this year.

In the winter of three years ago, a pig was consistent money, and in the early winter of this year, a pig in Lin'an Mansion already needed a consistent and 600 Wen. The price of rice has also risen from 73 wen per bucket three years ago to 90 wen per bucket.

And the house.

It has more than doubled in three years, and some small courtyards in good locations in the city already need 1,500 yuan.

That is, the income of a soldier of the forbidden army for a hundred months, and such a small courtyard is a family of five of a rich family.

It must be cement, Qian Xinyao believes that the house that Han Jiang wants to build must be a house several feet high, a brick and stone house.

Qian Xinyao decided that she must find an opportunity to ask Han Jiang tomorrow.

The night was already deep, and it was almost dawn.

Lin'an Mansion opened the city gate in advance, because this was the order of Wu Song, the governor of Lin'an Mansion, more than a dozen horsemen roared out, and then dozens of boats began to go west.

Han Yanxuan knew that he was weak, and he needed to find help.

Whoever you are looking for must be looking for your own family.

Han Yanxuan has opened the Dayjin Hall, and it has not been recognized by the big clan at present, the Han family is a big family, and the population is ranked according to the population In this era, the population of the Southern Song Dynasty surnamed Han ranks twenty-fourth, about 640,000.

Han Yanxuan belongs to the Xiangzhou lineage. This vein was a prominent family in the Tang Dynasty, and in the Song Dynasty, Han Qi, the great-ancestor of Han Yanzhou, pushed the prestige of the Xiangzhou lineage to a new height, even if Han Yanzhou was notorious in the court, but in the Bashu area, you report your surname Han from Xiangzhou, if you need help, someone will help.

In the Bashu disaster, Han Qi rescued 2 million victims of the Bashu disaster.

Han Yanxuan wants to go to the clan for help, and he needs the famous people of the clan to come and support him.

Han Yanxuan sent three teams of men and horses to Xiangzhou Yimai, but sent seven teams to Tongzhou Yimai.

There was once a person in the Han family in Tongzhou who slapped Han Yanxuan in the face, and this person's grandfather was also called Han Jiang.

Of course, it is not Han Jiang, the current adopted son of Han Yanxuan, but Han Jiang, a famous minister of the Tongmu Han family, who passed away a hundred years ago. His grandson Han Yu slapped Han Yanxuan. A hundred years ago, Han Jiang, the father of the Tongmu Han family, Han Yi, had eight sons, eight jinshi, one family and four phases, and one dynasty and four kingdoms.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, three people have been listed separately in the history of the Song Dynasty, two people have been listed in the Zhaoxun Pavilion, eleven national dukes, and three people have been crowned kings.

At this time, Han Yanxuan needs fame, momentum, and whitewashing himself to become a good person praised by the world.

Then, he needs support.

Baume & Mercier's solidarity and human resources.

Only, not bad money.

The Qian family didn't need support, what Qian Jingyi needed to send someone to deliver the letter was to send the outstanding children of the Wu Yue Qian clan to Lin'an to obey the dispatch.

The early morning of Qianfu was a noisy one that was overdrunk.

Lu You, who is seventy years old this year, is full of energy, and after seeing Han Yanxuan who was preparing to eat breakfast in the Qian family's flower hall, he shouted violently: "Old thief Han, why aren't you dead yet." ”

Han Yanxuan slowly took another sip of porridge and wiped his mouth: "Fei Ye, Fei Ye." There is a commentary on the word old thief in the constitutional question, when you are young, you don't know how to be humble and can't get along with your brothers and sisters, and when you grow up, you don't know how to educate your younger generations, and if you don't die when you are old, even if it is harmful to the world. ”

Lu You was stunned, Han Yanxuan was so calm.

Han Yanxuan stood up and walked in front of Lu You: "Fang Weng, you are seventy this year, but you are actually sixty-nine." I'm only forty-two, not to mention that the juniors I educate are talented, and I get along very well with my brothers and sisters, so I'm not an old thief. ”

Lu You's face turned pale: "What's that?" ”

"Traitor. Yesterday was a traitor before. After Han Yanxuan said this sentence very calmly, all the people eating breakfast in the flower hall sprayed, and several old ministers hurriedly turned their backs for fear that people would see that they had sprayed the porridge on their faces.

Lu You was dumbfounded, he had scolded Han Yanxuan for at least ten years.

Han Yanxuan stretched out his hand to help Lu You: "Let Weng sit down, the husband will be given a son by God, and from then on, he will change his mind and face, and take it as his responsibility to benefit the world, and the younger generation will give you a bowl of porridge." ”

Han Yanxuan really served a bowl of porridge to Lu You with his own hands.

Lu You looked at the porridge, then at Han Yanxuan, went out to look outside, and then patted his face gently: "The day is dawning, and the sun is rising from the east." After speaking, he turned his head to look at Han Yanxuan: "Mo Fei, you poisoned the porridge." ”

Han Yanxuan didn't say anything, picked up the bowl and took a sip, and then put the bowl on the table.

Lu You was still skeptical: "Impersonated? ”

"Really." Xie Shenfu pulled Lu You to sit down: "Sit down, and the rest will be talked about later." ”

"Really?" Lu You couldn't help but glance at Han Yanxuan again, then looked at the table, and brought the bowl of porridge that Han Yanxuan had drunk in front of him.

Although Lu You hated Han Yanxuan, it would be rude if he disliked this bowl of porridge.

He said that it was poisonous, and Han Yanzhou tried the porridge, which was Han Yanxuan's ceremony.

After breakfast, in Qian Jingyi's study, Lu You saw two more people he knew who should not have appeared here at this time.

One is Han Jiang, and the other is Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan came before dawn, and ordinary people who have no money and Yiyi's handwriting are not moved, not to mention that today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and many people's daughters have returned to the door, Ma Yuan should have a family banquet at home at this time.

But Ma Yuan is here.

At this time, Ma Yuan's hair was messy and tied with a strip of cloth at random, four pens were held in his left hand, one was bitten in his mouth, and his right hand was painting on a huge canvas.