It's a good thing to have something to share, everyone likes it, the Turks have hundreds of thousands of people on the south bank of the Yellow River, these are laborers, although not free, but free-range cheap labor is also very rare, isn't it.

How cost-effective is it to put them back on the grassland, let them work in production on the grassland, and then Datang or the family will buy their products at an extremely low price?

The family no longer has much profit to make in the past mutual market, and the only meager benefits are not much left after the division of the five surnames and seven hopes, so what they urgently need now is a new source of income.

What Li Chengqian said is tantamount to a wake-up call to the family, allowing them to see opportunities and dawn from it.

Money is sometimes very difficult to earn, many times you have to go out of the game to gamble, this truth applies to almost all dynasties, whether it is the beginning of Xia Shang Zhou, or the current Tang Dynasty, if you want to get what you need, you must pay the price, but some people are more skilled and get more benefits, and some people are as stupid as pigs.

"Let's let, let's go!" Lao Cheng's gong-like voice is very distinctive, and anyone who doesn't need to look at it can know that he is talking three or five miles away.

"Cheng Lao Pifu, you stepped on the old man!"

"Shameless old thing, Sven sweeps the floor!"

In the contest between 'knowledge' and 'power', it is clear that 'power' is superior.

"Your Majesty, Lao Cheng thinks what the prince said is right, it is not a matter for those Turkic people to wander around in 'Henan' every day with nothing to do, they have to find some work to do, and it also saves them from oiling in their idle (salty) butts." Cheng Lao, who pulled away everyone, stood at the front of the crowd and said with a grin.

"Filthy ......" and "vulgar ......" came again with a series of scolding.

In front of His Majesty the Emperor, the ass came and went, and the educated old guys felt that Cheng Laoxiang was simply a 'mass grave'.

"What's wrong? Who of you doesn't? Or is any of you fragrant? Lao Tzu said what's wrong with the ass? It's not all invented by you 'cultural people', otherwise Lao Tzu has always thought that this is called 'face'! Cheng Lao turned his head, stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and said shamelessly.

But what he said is not wrong, the Central Plains has been inherited for thousands of years, and Chinese characters are really not something that can be invented by an idle man who doesn't know a basket of big characters, and since it was invented by a 'cultural person', what else can be used or not? Why is it ridiculed by cultural people?

Of course, these are all crooked gifts, and no one will really take them out as a reason except for Lao Cheng.

"Alright, shut up!" Li Er's head was made big by these buzzing 'flies', and he patted the table and said, "If you want to discuss, you can go back and discuss, don't discuss it in my main hall, and after the discussion, I will get a plan for me tomorrow." Retreat! In the name of anger, Li Er covered his nose and left.

It's so stinky, the 'down jacket' is completely the rhythm of the top wind and smell, Li Er really feels unbearable, the 'down jacket' thing.

However, Li Er could escape, but the little chamberlain who helped Li Chengqian hold the 'down jacket' couldn't.

In order to prove the warmth of the 'down jacket', the stinky clothes were put on the little eunuch's body, and then the little eunuch was sent to the ice cellar in the East Palace by a group of unscrupulous old men. As for why you want to send it to the ice cellar where the ice is stored in the East Palace, it's very simple, the damn clothes are so stinky, and no one wants the ice they eat to be stinky in the future.

Li Chengqian once strongly opposed the shameless practices of the old goods, and even used the name of his prince to ensure that the 'down jacket' was warm, but in the end it was ignored by the old goods, so he could only watch the little eunuch wear stinky clothes into his ice cellar, and secretly swore in his heart: Damn old guys, these ice will be kept in the future, entertain them, and when the girls come to the East Palace in the future and want to eat an iced cold melon or something, they will use this ice.

Leaving behind a group of veterans who guarded the ice cellar, Li Chengqian returned to his 'Lanruo Temple', washed it three times from head to toe, and washed off all the smell on his body, then he walked out of the bathroom satisfied, and at the same time made up his mind that he must get perfume out, on the contrary, he himself is a chemistry major, and perfume is not difficult for him to get.

After another hour, Li Chengqian ate a meal, read a book for a while, and felt that the time was almost up, so he came to his ice cellar again: "What's the matter?" Why hasn't it come out yet? Looking at a group of old goods, but not finding the figure of the little eunuch, Li Chengqian was a little puzzled.

"How do we know if we're freezing to death inside?" Cheng Lao rolled his eyes and said.

The old guys bragged a little bit together, and they had long forgotten about the little eunuch.

"Open the door, let that kid out, hurry." When Li Chengqian saw Lao Cheng's attitude, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and then suddenly found that the door of the ice cellar was closed, and secretly said in his heart: These old scumbags are patronizing the experiment, how can they close the door, why do they suffocate people for such a long time.

After the sound of "squeak and rattle" sounded, the door of the ice cellar was opened at Li Chengqian's request, and a biting chill came out with a faint smell, damn it, these ice really can't be used anymore.

"Hurry up and go down and see, that kid is freezing to death." Cheng Lao covered his nose pretentiously, leaned to the door, and looked inside.

"No, I didn't freeze to death, I just suffocated to death." A guard dragged out the little eunuch with a bruised face at the door, and said while sobbing his mouth.

"I'll take a look!" Lao Cheng pushed away the guards who saved people, stared at the unconscious little eunuch lying on the ground, looked at it for a while, and then followed the example of the guards just now, and shook his mouth down.

"Smack" "Wow......"

Is that what ordinary people can stand with Cheng Lao's slap? The poor little eunuch had just been slapped a few times by the guards, and he already had some consciousness, and when he was pumped by Lao Cheng again in a haze, the whole person was immediately stunned, holding his head and shrinking into a round ball.

"Are you awake? When I woke up, I got up and told Lao Tzu whether this dress was ambiguous or not. Cheng Laoxiang first proudly showed off his 'craftsmanship' to a group of people, and then lifted the poor little eunuch up by the collar.

The little eunuch who was slapped by Lao Cheng and had half of his face swollen with tears of pain flowed out of his eyes, but looking at the black-faced General Cheng in front of him, he didn't dare to say half a word anyway, so he could only say inarticulately: "Mum, mumble."