Song Jiong returned home sullenly, but when he heard a heart-pounding "pop" sound from the backyard, he couldn't help but shudder and asked the little guy, who whispered back: "Erlang is back, and he is being beaten by Ah Lang." ”

Song Jiong was shocked, and hurriedly ran to the backyard, and saw that his father was gritting his teeth and waving the horsewhip, and he slapped the second brother's back with a hard stroke.

"Father!"

Song Jiong hurriedly rushed up to protect the second brother, Song Hongyin didn't contain his strength for a while, Song Ling had a good bite on his back, and screamed in pain.

Song Hongyin flicked the whip hatefully and scolded: "You are a dead cake, get out of the way, otherwise you will be beaten together." ”

Song Ling shrunk his neck, but he still didn't retreat, and said, "Father, the second brother is also a father, you are still whipping like this, sit down and talk slowly if you have something." ”

"Hmph, you ask him, I don't know what is bad, he dares to go to the association, and the family will lose to him sooner or later. A certain said that he has done things so smoothly in the past six months, phew! I don't know if I set yourself on fire, and I dare to keep my mouth shut. ”

"I don't know how many times I've said it, oh, tell you to come out of everything, don't come out of anything, you two are in trouble, the other is making trouble, and you want to destroy this family alive......"

The more Song Hongyin spoke, the more angry he became, he waved the whip, and he gave him a few hard whips, Song Jiong didn't expect his father to even smoke himself, "Ahh

I was thinking about going to my mother to help the rescuers, but I saw that my mother had rushed over in a hurry, and scolded: "You old thing, you can't beat both sons to death." ”

"Kill and pull down."

Song Hongyin said so, but he stopped in his hand, looked at Song Jiuzhong with cold eyes, and snorted, then returned to the chair and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured it into a full breath. But I couldn't see Mrs. with teary eyes, and said coldly: "A little pain in the flesh and skin still have to behave in front of my mother?" Don't get out of here, don't enter the house again if you don't retire. ”

Song Jiuzhong gently broke free of his mother's hands, picked up the cloak on the chair and put it on his back, turned around and left.

Mother Song watched her son go out like a bear, so she angrily picked up the horsewhip, slapped her husband on his back, and cried: "Is there a teacher like you, Erlang is also a person who can be used by the court now, you should always save some face for him." ”

Song Hongyin slapped the table and said hatefully: "I don't know how thick the sky is, dare to form an association in the forbidden army of the Son of Heaven, he is an old birthday star who hanged himself, and he is afraid of a long life." ”

"This can't be blamed on him, if you want to blame it, you can only blame the saint for being too ruthless, and handing over to him such a matter as disarmament and military selection, which offends the people of the world, if he doesn't make some right-hand men, how can he do things."

"Don't say nice things for him, no one forces him to do it-and you, what does it look like to shrunk and shrunk, oh, you are idle all day long, you have the ability to make money by yourself, and I don't care about you every day."

Song Jiong shrunk his neck and began to apply oil to the soles of his feet.

Mother Song sighed and said, "Is there such a father like you?" ”

"The husband has his own plans."

"You ......"

……

The lazy monk lazy man had a lot of feces and urine, so he went out of the four seas to ascend to the flat building, and ran back again for convenience, and everyone had to wait for him at the intersection.

When the lazy monk came back, his face was very unhappy, and he said with a big grin: "It's in vain that the face of the door is so neat, but the toilet is like a mother's use, and it took Lao Tzu a long time to work." ”

Jia Yin and the others couldn't help laughing and began to walk back, Qin Yue pointed to the guy who was squatting in the corner of the alley and was working hard: "I knew that you might as well squat here and sprinkle it...... Oh! ”

Qin Yue slapped the back of his head fiercely, and said with a smile: "With ......"

Jiayin stopped unexpectedly, almost stepped off his heels, and asked, "What's there?" ”

"Go back quickly, I have figured out how to ask Wang Pu to help."

The lazy monk said: "If you think of something, it won't have anything to do with." ”

Qin Yue grinned and said, "Keep it secret." ”

Back at Xu Wudao's house, Qin Yue occupied the master's study, brutally closed the door, and said that he would give you a good look in an hour.

Jia Yin and the others had no choice but to sit down in the flower hall and chat and talk.

An hour later, Qin Yue really staggered downstairs, holding the drawings in his hand, and said with a smug smile: "Look at it, how about it?" ”

Jia Yin was anxious, so he grabbed it first, and saw that the first one was a small house, with a side door open, and a cross on the upper half of the wall, but he didn't know what it meant.

The second is a row of half-height cabinets, separated by one another, one of which has half a human head exposed, looking at the posture is squatting inside, and there is a pit at the bottom, and the far left is a high-hanging box, superscripted with the word water tank.

"What is this?"

"Public toilets."

"Huh!?"

Xu Wudao was being stared at by the lazy monk and the iron arhat, and sneered when he heard the words: "You won't tell the teacher, you can give Kaifeng Mansion a way to make gold juice." ”

Qin Yue snatched half of the pomegranate from the master's hand and said, "It's true, Huzi, let's go to Kaifeng Mansion and send a great piece to that Wang Pu, and then wait for him to be a matchmaker for you." ”

Jia Yin was suspicious, but he still followed Qin Yue out of the door.

What Jia Yin admires most about Qin Yue is that he can travel all the way wherever he goes, even if it is to a place like the Kaifeng Mansion that is second only to the palace.

A sentence "There is a major event related to the national economy and people's livelihood, to see the Ming Mansion." It was an understatement, but it was difficult to refuse, and politely led him to sit and wait in a small flower hall, and tea was served.

Jia Yin thought to himself that he would not be able to practice this for another ten years.

After a while, a long follower came to guide the way, and then, in a room full of drawings, he met the legendary Wang Pu.

I saw that he was about fifty years old, with gray hair, black and thin camels, but a pair of eyes were very deep, and when he looked at people, he could suck people's souls like two black whirlpools.

Wang Pu stared at Qin Yue for a while, and then glanced at Jia Yin, and Jia Yin felt that just this corner of his eyes could see through his whole body, and the fur on his body couldn't help but tighten.

"What are you looking for an old man?"

Qin Yue Shi saluted and said: "Qin Yue, the former commander of the Huya Battalion of the Humble Palace, this is the commander of the cavalry brigade of our battalion, Jia Yin, I heard that the Ming Mansion is planning Bianliang City as a whole, and we will draw a special strategy to present it to make a contribution to our imperial capital." ”

"Oh? And present it, and the old man to see, if it is beneficial, the house has its own reward. ”

……

Qin Yue finally understood why the master said that he couldn't get Wang Pu, this was a big pervert with wisdom that was almost demonic.

As soon as he understood the principle and purpose of the public toilet, he immediately put a red pen on the planning map of Bianliang City, then improved the materials, changed the squatting pit to pottery, and then began to estimate the cost of construction, water use, and sewer renovation, and then forced the septic tank in Qin Yue's mind out.

This is not enough, with Wang Pu on the drawings left and right, from the sewage discharge, how to prevent rain, overflow, blockage...... Talking all the way, asking questions, pushing layer by layer, like peeling off a cocoon, his eyes are becoming sharper and sharper, and gradually like a knife.

Qin Yue was in a cold sweat all over his body, only to feel that it was more tiring than swinging his sword on the battlefield to kill, and in the end, his mouth became not his own, and he was confused about anything.

By the time Qin Yue was almost prostration, and he still knew what he was doing, and was busy wiping his sweat and doubting himself, Wang Pu had already begun to close his eyes and ponder.

A whole pillar of incense passed, opened his eyes, and then drew several drawings in one go, and finally put a tick on a cobweb-like drawing on the wall, and then looked at the picture and thought about half a column of incense for a while, and then said with a smile:

"Where is Qin Yuhou?"

"Back to the Ming Mansion, the ancestral home of Wuyue Shouchang."

"It is said that the connections of the southerners are different from those of the northerners, Qin Yuhou stretched out his hand and asked the old man to give it a try."

Qin Yueqiang smiled: "Is there a difference between north and south? As he spoke, he reached out.

Wang Pu touched it for a long time, stared at him for a long time, and then nodded and said: "It turns out that it is no different, it is difficult for the two of you to be young and be able to think about the people's livelihood, which is commendable." This one is good, let's say, it takes so much trouble, what do you want the old man to do? ”

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