Of course, if Ye Xiaotian knew how many people were involved in what he had done, it was estimated that Ye Xiaotian would not be too calm.

Fang Yiai took the hairpin given by Ye Xiaotian and left with a heavy heart.

……

Ye Xiaotian took out three times of money very sadly, and handed it over to the handyman in front of him who was responsible for cleaning the county government in Chang A.

Looking at the back of the handyman who came to open happily, Ye Xiaotian pestle He Feng's shoulder: "He Feng, kill him, grab back the three guan money, I'll share you half of the money, okay?" ”

He Feng didn't speak, he glanced at Ye Xiaotian with disdain, stretched out his palm, and the posture on his face was very reasonable.

There is no spirit of being Lei Feng yesterday, and it also makes Ye Xiaotian in a trance, people in this era seem to be a little more faceless than people in later generations, and there seems to be no difference in others.

Like today's hot potato like the steel knife, Ye Xiaotian did not have much reluctance except for telling He Feng a thousand times. He believed that if he could make the first, he would be able to make the second. And definitely better than the first one.

Ye Xiaotian didn't say anything grateful to He Feng.

After living two lives, Ye Xiaotian didn't dare to say that he could see through human nature, but at least he could still see his character. Although He Feng said that although he always had a poker face of 800 times, Ye Xiaotian believed that He Feng and Fang Jun were definitely a trustworthy person who could not play tricks.

It's just that He Feng dared to risk being punished by his superiors and helped Ye Xiaotian to pit the county, and Ye Xiaotian dared to hand over his back to He Feng.

"You're thinking too much. I just don't have a kitchen knife at home. ”

If He Feng would not throw this sentence lukewarmly to Ye Xiaotian before leaving, Ye Xiaotian believed that his impression of He Feng would not lose too much.

……

The county man who went against him was exiled, Ye Xiaotian went to the county government again, this time the procedures went very smoothly, and the county order of Chang A had a good impression of Ye Xiaotian, a young man who dared to blatantly touch his porcelain on the street, but dared to kick the fox and mouse in the city. Therefore, Ye Xiaotian's application was handled very smoothly.

In the sixth year of Zhenguan, when the fiery atmosphere of the Spring Festival was about to end successfully in the residual atmosphere of the Lantern Festival, a wind of 'bookishness' that was enough to ignite the hormones of young people in the city was hot.

On the day of the opening, Ye Xiaotian and Fang Yiai nested behind the screen, listening to the readers hired from Pingkangfang and began to tell the story of Ye Xiaotian's dozens of pages of manuscripts. I'm not afraid that they'll go along or sell it themselves. The second boss of his own family is the son of the current prime minister, as those who have the luxury of fame, this title is enough for them to kneel and lick, how dare they think about setting up a door.

The layout is not too high-end, imitating the cross talk hall of later generations, the lobby is full of people, Ye Xiaotian is sitting alone in the back hall, and at this moment, he can really count the money and draw the scriptures.

Fang Yigui is the son of the prime minister, and the corners of his eyes twitched when he looked at the large amount of money in front of Ye Xiaotian at this moment.

It has been less than two hours since it opened at noon, and Ye Xiaotian has no less than 20 loose money in front of him.

Twenty times, Fang Yiai's monthly money is less than so much a month, but it only took Ye Xiaotian less than two hours to collect money, and Fang Yiai felt that he really wanted to think about it and his mind was not enough.

Fang Yiai stared at the Kaiyuan Tongbao on the big table in front of him dumbfounded, and said unconvinced: "Brother, two hours, how did you do it?" “

Ye Xiaotian was very complacent, and said disdainfully: "Hey, this is nothing. ”

Ye Xiaotian's strategy is very simple, called VIP, in short, rich people will not miss the most weighty storyline.

Although the Sven scum who were pulled back from the pink belly of Pingkangfang can't shine on the lintel of the imperial examination, they still have a good grasp of how to control the pace of the story.

Looking at the rewards that came up in the midst of the crowd of angry emotions below, Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh out loud whenever the storyteller stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech.

I was very reluctant to divide the five guan money from it, and then I thought about it, and from the five guan I hugged back and said: "This is your share today." ”

Fang Yiai was not calm for a while, and the person who regarded money as dung was also a little gloomy when he saw such a shameless move: "Didn't you say that it was good to divide fifty or fifty, why did you keep so much for yourself?" “

In this regard, Ye Xiaotian's reason is very legitimate: "I have to pay those storytellers." ”

"Consistent monthly money?"

Ye Xiaotian was a little embarrassed: "Don't you want money for the customer's tea?" ”

"How much does tea powder cost?"

Ye Xiaotian began to blush: "I'm still racking my brains to make up stories?" ”

"So you're alone with more than seventy percent?"

Ye Xiaotian simply put his face in his pocket: "I'm shameless, what can you do?" ”

Fang Yiai suddenly couldn't say a word.

Looking at Fang Yiai's helpless expression, Ye Xiaotian was very happy, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to take out the rock sugar gourd he had just made for Yinghan today, and handed it to Fang Yiai: "The market price is fifty Wen!" I'm sending it to you for free! ”

Fang Yiai calmed down.

……

Just when Ye Xiaotian was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of counting money and hand cramps, in the main hall of Taiji Palace, Li Shimin looked at the two steel knives with similar textures on the desk in front of him and said to himself: "It's a little interesting!" ”

The two knives, one was collected by the Ministry of Rites the day before yesterday from the home of Chang A County Cheng, and the other was refined by the Minister of Industry secretly assigned by himself according to the new steel-making process that Li Shimin had dedicated to him a few days ago according to the new steel-making process that Princess Changle had dedicated to him.

Although there is a slight difference in the texture of the two, they all have one thing in common: they are now eight streets of steel knives.

Thinking about the information reported by his cronies after he came back the day before yesterday, Li Shimin had expectations and worries in his heart.

"Come on, go to Fengyang Pavilion and pass on Princess Changle to see me."

"No."

Changle has not been in a good mood these days, and since he was snubbed by his father that day, he has been depressed.

Later, when I was going to go to the bastard who made me uneasy, I was told that the guy had been expelled from the temple for committing a crime.

Changle felt that he was left out by the two of them all of a sudden, and he sulked alone in the dormitory these days.

When he heard that his father was going to summon him, although Changle was still a little indignant in his heart, he still went with an expectant heart.