Back in the other courtyard, a hundred soldiers were training, and there would no longer be a tired command to "turn to the side of the grass", Tian Shiyi was a little relieved.

The little golden retriever looked at Brother Eleven's eyes full of admiration, he never knew that the soldiers could practice to the point where they were as one as a hundred people in front of him.

Since Niu Xiaomo became the chief instructor, she has gradually gained a bit of majesty, although in the eyes of Brother Eleven, she is still that poor little girl.

The topic of today's ideological education is: why do we need to train.

The soldiers had ten members and one captain in each team, a total of eleven people, which was just the number of people needed for the Mandarin Duck Formation. Everyone sat together and took turns, while Tian Gou'er sat on the side, grasping the education method of "stealing" Niu Xiaomo.

Everything is on the right track, Brother Eleven is very satisfied and relieved, he is no longer the Tian boy who can only sit and wait for Fang La's move and has no power to fight back.

A soldier ran over and shouted "report" before he said, "Brother Eleven, Xiuhua really asks to see you." ”

In today's courtyard, there are bright posts and secret posts everywhere, and Tian Shiyi once asked Xiu Huazhen to try to sneak into the courtyard during the day and night.

At first, Xiuhua was really confident, but after being spotted twice, he held his breath in his heart.

There was no moonlight one night, and Xiu Hua really felt that it was a good opportunity to teach the guys under Brother Eleven, who were so tall that they were boundless, but they were captured without even climbing over the second wall. If Niu Tong hadn't discovered it early, Xiuhua would have been beaten half to death. Fastest update s.. sm..

"Fishing nets are too hateful". This is the only sentence that Xiuhua really said with resentment.

There are really no gangs in the green forest that use fishing nets as weapons, and when he heard that Brother Eleven was preparing to add hooks to the fishing nets, Xiuhua really completely dismissed the plan to do it again.

Today's Xiuhua really brings good news, the dart game can finally be opened.

After all, the dart bureau has to raise a large group of fighting men who dance knives and stick sticks, and it also needs to be equipped with blades, so Xiuhua really turned an unknown number of turns and spent nearly 800 yuan on the eleventh brother, and then he said that the prefect nodded and agreed.

The dart game is really a money-burning business, not to mention the hundreds of samurai robes and training uniforms that are being produced, and the blades are even more expensive. Because when the water thief can get his own weapons, the dart bureau must buy them from the government, so that the record is well documented.

Where geese pluck their feathers, it is impossible to spend less money. At this time, Tian Shiyi really didn't have much money in his hands. If the restaurant is not opened again, I am afraid that the food money of 300 soldiers will become a problem.

After a while, the soldier reported that Li Chaosheng had come to visit.

Li Chaosheng was originally from Quanzhou and was already in his sixties, but because his son provoked the enemy, he had to hide with his whole family. has been a shipbuilder for a lifetime, and his children and grandchildren have only learned the craft of shipbuilding, Li Chaosheng's family is not living well, and Xiuhua really found him at this time.

Hearing that he only needs to chat with people through the screen for a day to earn a hundred yuan, and he can also provide two meals, Li Chaosheng agreed without thinking about it.

Behind the screen is naturally the father of Li Finley. The reason why it is separated by a screen is because a fool can see that Knight Li is not from the Song Dynasty, and second, Knight Li needs to take notes with a quill while chatting.

As for the accent, the father of Li Finley, a native of the Song Dynasty, is no different from the Song people.

"I don't know what can be made behind closed doors, but I have the opportunity to find a way to let Knight Li go to the shipyard to see it." Tian Shiyi thought secretly.

As for Li Chaosheng's family, since they can build ships, it is naturally impossible for them to run away, they are just hanging in front of them, and then they will naturally be put into the eleventh brother's pocket.

"Money!" Tian Shiyi scratched his head, feeling that it was time to launch his own plan.

The bun-faced steward of the palace would go to the restaurant as soon as he was free, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth every time.

In Steward Cheng's opinion, Tian Xiaozi's whimsical ideas are really unique, if such a restaurant does not make money, there will be no reason. However, no matter how profitable you are, you can't make enough money in a day.

Steward Cheng has already arranged for someone to go to Bianliang, and is ready to invite a cook who can stir-fry at a high price. As long as you win the gamble, this restaurant can be reopened immediately, and it will definitely be able to make money every day.

In the eyes of Steward Cheng, Tian Shiyi has been upgraded to a fortune boy under Guanyin's throne, a wealth boy who only sends wealth to him alone......

Just when Baozi Cheng Meimei was looking forward to a better life in the future, the entire city of Hangzhou suddenly set off a storm. The source of the storm was a guy who called himself "West Building".

The chief bookkeeper of the Hangzhou Mansion blushed and quickly broke into the study of the Kochi Mansion.

Seeing that the master was rude, Gao Quan's face showed displeasure, but unexpectedly, the master bookkeeper was excited, and put a piece of rice paper in front of the Kochi Mansion.

Just a casual glance, Gao Quan stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to shoot light, and he stared greedily at the verses on the paper.

"What is this?" Kochifu's voice seemed to tremble. "Who wrote this poem?"

The master bookkeeper excitedly stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the rice paper, where there were two very small words written, "West Building".

"How did you get it?" Gao Quan's voice suddenly rose high.

The master finally spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse with excitement. "This poem has been widely circulated on the streets of Hangzhou, and I don't know who wrote it."

Hearing this, Gao Quan scratched his ears and cheeks, kept shaking the rice paper in his hand and said: "You must find this Mr. Xilou, send out all the people in the mansion, go quickly, go quickly......"

Although the emperor Zhao Ji did not manage the country well, he was an excellent artist and calligrapher, and his original thin gold body movement pen was smart and fast, the handwriting was thin and strong, and the graceful style was really famous for thousands of years.

There is a way that is good at the top, and it will be very bad at the bottom. The emperor likes ink and art, and the officials at all levels below are naturally even better, and if there are good poems presented to the emperor, they are more likely to be appreciated by the officials. Therefore, in the Song Dynasty at this time, if there were good poems and paintings, all the "elegant" Song people would regard them as treasures.

The poem in front of me was naturally to write a recital and hand it to the emperor, but I don't know who wrote it, but there was no way to write it, because the official would definitely ask, "Who made it?" ”。

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