"Your business? What's the matter with you? ”

The white beard on Mao Shun's lips shook and shook, and his eyes glared at Yang Jian sharply.

"Just now, grandpa, you said that if I guessed the secret of surface heating, you would agree to my request?"

Yang Jian lacked confidence, although he knew that the other party was suspected of cheating, he still didn't dare to be too tough, after all, he had something to ask for.

"Do you think you got it right?"

Mao Shun didn't even look at Yang Jian.

"I-"

Yang Jian was speechless for a while.

"Grandpa—"

Qiu Li, who had been concentrating on pouring tea on the side, suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong with you, good grandson?"

When Mao Shun heard Qiu Li's voice, he immediately changed his face, and the expression on his face was the same as the weather in June, which made Yang Jian angry and jealous.

Qiu Li is not Mao Shun's true grandson.

To be exact, it was an abandoned baby that he picked up on the side of the road eight years ago and was thrown away, and the autumn fence at that time should have been only a few months old, looking at the note left by his biological parents in the swaddling clothes, saying that because the family was poor and could not raise him, he had no choice but to give it away, and hoped that a well-wisher would take it in.

At that time, Mao Shun had been lonely for many years, but the autumn fence in the swaddling clothes was a pair of big black and white eyes, sleeping on the side of the road, but he didn't cry or make trouble, and when he saw Mao Shun open the swaddling clothes, he was laughing.

It was that smile, as if an iron rod hit the heart of Mao Shun's straight man for more than 40 years.

He immediately decided to take it home and raise it himself.

Because the place where the doll was found was on the side of the road outside someone's fence, and it was autumn.

Therefore, Mao Shun named him Qiu Li.

Although Mao Shun has never been married in his life and has no experience in raising children, he is rich.

He invited the best nurse for Qiu Li.

Later, he hired the best private school teacher to teach him how to write.

Mao Shun is really in love with his blood.

For so many years, the father and son have also depended on each other and have a deep affection for each other.

"Grandpa, Qiu Li thinks that my brother has already answered Grandpa's question just now."

Qiu Li's voice was not loud.

Warm, soft and glutinous.

After speaking, he looked at Mao Shun and smiled gently.

"Qiu Li, you've only known this guy for a long time, and you started to turn your elbows out, and grandpa is not happy."

Mao Shun said that he was unhappy, but his heart was soft and about to melt.

The world doesn't know that he will listen to everything Qiu Liang says, and he will agree to any request that Qiu Liang makes.

"But, grandpa, my brother has already guessed the reason just now."

Qiu Li's face was still full of smiles.

Such as Spring Mountain.

Such as autumn water.

"Okay, since Qiu Li said that your answer was correct, then it was right."

Mao Shun shook his head.

Twist a smile.

"Thank you, grandpa!"

When Yang Jian heard this, he was overjoyed, turned his face, and smiled at Qiu Liang again.

Clench your fists.

"Okay, for the sake of Qiu Li's face, don't be happy too early, let's say, what kind of house do you want to build."

Mao Shun folded his knees and sat opposite Yang Jian.

His gaze at Yang Jian was solemn and serious.

"That's right, I want to build a house like this-"

Yang Jian said as he took out the pen and paper he carried with him and scribbled on the paper, in order to make his words as simple and clear as possible, and to let Master Mao Shun understand his demands.

Mao Shun listened, but frowned from time to time.

Are you sure this baby is here to repair his house?

Instead of having fun with him?

"You're really going to fix the house?"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, Mao Shun finally held back a sentence.

Yang Jian spoke so fast that it was not easy for Mao Shun to even interject.

"That's right."

Yang Jian's face turned red, and when he talked about this house, his mood was difficult to calm down, and ♀ his excitement was his dream, and it was his dream ♀ after he came to the Tang Empire.

The dream he had to fulfill.

It's exciting to think about.

"But, according to what you said, it's not like our Datang house at all?"

Yang Jian's meaning, of course Mao Shun also understood, what he didn't understand was why Yang Jian Yang Jian built such a strange house, and, according to his conception, this house seemed to be more than just a place to live?

"I know, my house may be difficult to accept, but, grandpa, as long as you show what I mean, it will definitely be an unprecedented house, because this house, grandpa, your name will forever be in the annals of history."

The more Yang Jian spoke, the more excited he became, because this house was a beautiful blueprint conceived by him from later generations with the memories of his previous life, and the style of architecture of the Tang Dynasty and later generations.

It is also the foundation for him to establish himself in Chang'an and make great progress.

Therefore, he tried his best to ask Master Mao Shun to help.

"Maybe it's the worst building that will go down in history forever, but history will record the best and the worst anyway."

Mao Shun blew a breath, the air flow blew his beard, and his beard trembled and trembled, looking very interesting.

"Grandpa, you have to believe me."

Yang Jian couldn't imagine that Mao Shun would disagree with his plan so much.

However, if Mao Shun does not approve it, no one can implement this plan.

"Okay, let's not say that the old man's house building plan has been scheduled for ten years, this old man can find a way, but how do you fort you, you will definitely be able to realize this plan? Let me ask you first, do you know how much silver it will cost to finish this house? ”

Mao Shun looked at the child in front of him fixedly with a pair of sharp eyes.

"N-don't know-"

Yang Jian looked at Mao Shun, and as soon as he heard this, he was stunned, because he hadn't repaired the house, how could he estimate how much money it would need?

"I don't know, you still dare to come to the old man?"

What Mao Shun hasn't said yet, do you know how much the old man is worth? Do you know how much silver a sketch costs?

"That's where I want to ask my grandfather."

Yang Jian was nervous and hurried away.

He thought that when encountering a problem, solving the problem is the top priority, and it is useless to be anxious or annoyed.

"That's the minimum you need."

Mao Shun stretched out a finger.

"A thousand taels of silver?"

Yang Jian didn't think about it, so he casually said a number.

“——”

Mao Shun shook his head.

"Ten thousand taels of silver?"

Yang Jian was a little taken aback at this time.

He knew that the house in Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty was very expensive, and during this time, he had also seen the price of goods in Chang'an, especially the price of housing, but he didn't expect that Mao Shun's construction budget for his house had reached such an astonishing level.

10,000 taels of silver? That's a thousand taels of gold!

He has a little money in hand now, but he is still a thousand taels of gold!

Thinking of this, Yang Jian was depressed.

"Yes, it's 10,000 taels of silver, not 10,000 copper coins?"

Mao Shun's fingers were still dangling in front of his eyes.

It made Yang Jian's eyes hurt.

"Grandpa, are you sure the estimate is accurate?"

Yang Jian was a little discouraged.

"It will only be less, not more."

Mao Shun's eyes were sure and firm.

"Okay—"

Yang Jian's brain was calculating rapidly.

"What are you thinking?"

Mao Shun looked at Yang Jian's little eyes flickering rapidly, and asked curiously.

"I'm counting the money."

Yang Jian said angrily and funny.

This Mao Shun, don't you see that people are in a hurry? It is really vicious to step on people's painful toes.

"Have you counted enough? Do you want to fix it? ”

Mao Shun clapped his hands.

If this baby has no money, it is best to just refuse this business.

Thinking of this, Mao Shun's mood became inexplicably happy.

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