Chapter Eighty-Eight: An Invitation from the Prince's Mansion
As a modern person, Yang Yi's biggest dream was to stay away from the 9-to-5 life of a disease-free and painful life. Every day, I go back and forth to do those things that I am about to vomit, go to work, eat, and sleep day by day, watching my life pass little by little, but I can't do anything.
Sometimes Yang Yi always had an idea in his head, and he took a note and wrote, "The world is so big, Lao Tzu wants to go and see it!" Such a sentence, and then kicked open the boss's door, slapped on that extremely disgusting face, and scolded happily: "I bought a watch last year!" Your grandfather, I'm gone! ”
This idea has been circling in his mind since the second day Yang Yijin went to work, and it has been spinning for four years, and it is still spinning. If Yang Yi doesn't cross, he may have to transfer to Yang Yi for retirement.
When Yang Yi found out that he had crossed over, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he finally didn't have to see the hateful and extremely destructive face of the boss anymore. Finally, I don't have to carry two buns to squeeze the subway every day, and when I come out, the buns will become pancakes, and finally I don't have to work from 9 to 5 every day like an old cow, I can marry two wives and hold them in the bed, and sleep until I wake up naturally every day!
But! But! Reality is always cruel, both ancient and modern! At any time, the word "law" will always dominate the world, even if you are a time-traveler, you can't get rid of it.
Yang Yi didn't have to worry about the boss's hateful old face, because compared to Du Li's terrible face, the previous boss was simply an angel's face.
He no longer has to worry about squeezing his buns into pancakes by squeezing the subway, because now he basically doesn't dare to eat every morning, and when he does, he will be shaken out of his breakfast by a carriage that runs like a dustpan.
There will be no more annoying 9-to-5 work schedules, because the ancients used sunrise and sunset to set their working hours. Yang Yi was stunned when he heard it, you must know that the sun will come out before five o'clock (Mao hour) in this summer, and it will not go down until five o'clock in the afternoon! And the five o'clock here is the o'clock, which is commonly known as the company's punch in, so what time do you have to get up?
People are like this, standing on this mountain, they always feel that the mountain is good, and when they go to that mountain, they think that it may still be the original mountain is more beautiful.
No matter how hard you have to live, compared to the previous life, the good thing is that you finally don't have to be a house slave, Liu Wenzheng has helped him buy a lot of land, very spacious and a ready-made mansion, as long as you fall a little down, you can live in it, not too far from the imperial city, in the later life this is a villa within the second ring road of Beijing.
Zhonghua Yingxiu is also completely on the right track, the number of registrations has reached nearly 1,000 people, almost more than half of the powerful and famous people in the entire imperial capital have become members of the embroidery village, if it were not for Yang Ang's rebellion and the fierce Di Nan invasion, it may be even more popular. Even so, tickets are still hard to come by for the monthly auctions and exchange meetings.
In addition, there is also good news, when Yang Ang rebelled, a printing workshop in the city was affected and burned, and Liu Wenzheng happened to take over some of the equipment that was still in good condition there, and summoned all the old craftsmen there at a high price.
According to the plan provided by Yang Yi, the printing workshop was quickly established, and began to study the latest movable type printing technology, Yang Yi also handed over the operation plan of the newspaper to Liu Wenzheng, believing that it would soon produce results.
After Yang Yi visited his mother, when he came back, Hou Jian'er sent a banquet invitation, which was sent by the Marquis of Nanguo.
Yang Yi understood that Li Cen was trying to test his own reality. In the past, Yang Yi could completely use the powerful people like birds, in short, he was one person who fed the whole family and was not hungry, and he was not afraid of who would target him. But now it's different, after the mansion is established, plus the embroidery and painting, there are hundreds of people watching themselves eat, and no one dares to move if he is the prince, but it doesn't mean that his subordinates are safe.
After some discussion, everyone felt that Yang Yi could go. Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Li Cen's gourd, judging from the current situation in the capital, he had no reason to be unfavorable to Yang Yi.
After the discussion was completed, Yang Yi took Tie Niu and Monkey Jian'er to the Marquis's Mansion in the afternoon.
Yang Yi thought that there should be a big banquet in the Guohou Mansion, but he never thought that after Yang Yi went in under the leadership of the housekeeper of the Guohou Mansion, he found that the mansion was very quiet, except for a group of normally busy subordinates, he did not see other powerful people.
"Dare to ask the old butler, the prince only invited me alone?" Yang Yi followed behind the housekeeper and wondered.
The butler replied with a smile: "Yes, the master has been waiting for a long time. ”
"Do you know what the prince is looking for me?" Yang Yi said cautiously.
The butler shook his head: "The old slave doesn't know."
Yang Yi was puzzled, he had no friendship with this Li Cen, and it was well known that Li Cen was a strong supporter of the third prince Yang Qi. At this time, he met Yang Yi alone, and there was no vague meaning, but he didn't know what his intentions were.
After following the butler for a while, I can't remember how many turns I turned, and finally I came to a garden. Unlike Yang Yi's imagination, there are few exotic flowers and plants in the garden, but a large number of crops are planted, the most conspicuous is a large area of rice that has gradually turned golden.
Yang Yi sighed secretly: "I'll go!" What do you mean by being rich? It turns out that rich people just buy a villa in the middle of the city and grow crops in it! ”
I was sighing to myself, but I saw a person walking carefully in the rice field, pulling out the barnyard grass mixed with the rice from time to time and dragging it in his hand.
"Master, His Royal Highness the Ninth has arrived." The butler called out to the man.
Hearing this, the man stood up, it was not who Li Cen, the Marquis of Nanguo, was. Li Cen smiled and nodded, and walked out of the rice field.
Li Cen handed the barnyard grass in his hand to the old housekeeper, patted the plaster on his hand and smiled at Yang Yi: "Your Highness is here, Li Cen can't welcome me from afar, and I hope to forgive me." ”
Yang Yi was unmoved by this kind of official polite remarks that could no longer be official, and also smiled: "The prince is polite." ”
Li Cen haha, stretched out his hand to invite Yang Yi to sit down in the courtyard pavilion, and said: "Earlier, I heard that he had a witty and courageous eldest brother, Li Cen wanted to see His Highness's demeanor, but he has been busy with political affairs and has no time to take care of him. ”
"The marquis is serious, but Yang Yi should have come to visit."
Li Cen took the wet towel handed by the housekeeper and wiped his hands clean, and suddenly said: "I heard that His Royal Highness has developed a card game called "Dou Master Book", can you teach the old man?" ”
Regardless of whether Yang Yi agreed or not, the housekeeper had already taken out a deck of waxed cards and placed them on the stone table.
Why is this game called "Fighting Master Book"? ”
"Because there are only three of us there, and one of them is the old master of the Iron Rooster, so we will fight him."
"Haha! Interesting, interesting. ”