"Sir, you said that an orange can be sold for five times?" The old man looked at Zhang Yi with a melancholy expression on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What can he say in the face of such a superb lord? Anyway, the Viscount's Mansion has a big business, and it's not bad for these oranges to sell money, isn't it?

Originally, I said it casually, but I didn't expect this old man to take it seriously, looking at his disbelieving face, Zhang Yi knew that the old man might not be able to laugh at himself in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Yi felt that there was something wrong with the old man's smile, it was simply a mockery!

Can the majesty of the lord be provocative? Naturally not!

Zhang Yixin said, what do you know about an old man who has never even been to Chang'an? Is it a pride to sell one orange for two oranges? That's you old man, you don't know marketing!

"Five runs are a little less, our oranges are so big, I think they can sell ten!" The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth were crooked, and he looked at the old man who was trying to pretend to be a compliment and said: "You go to the mansion now, and ask the housekeeper to get me a pen and some lacquer, sir, I just need to decorate it a little bit to ensure that it is definitely more than this!" ”

The old man was very skeptical that the lord's words were unreliable, but who called his whole family a banker? Just counting on planting a little land in the Zhuangzi to make a living, now the lord has a life, although he secretly scolded the mallet in his heart, but he still went to the house.

Looking at the oranges on the tree, Zhang Yi was very happy, and he thought about sending something special to the beautiful woman before, but he came back for a while and thought of a good way.

After a while, the old man ran away with a clean brush, and the paint also brought a little bit of it or the rest used when the house was built, but the old bell didn't dare to give more, the paint is a gold and expensive thing, if it weren't for Zhang Yi's name as a lord, even if he had money, he might not be able to buy it.

On the bamboo ladder brought by the old man, Zhang Yi dipped the brush in lacquer and climbed up with the pen in his mouth, found a satisfactory orange and stopped, and then supported the ladder with one hand and wrote a heart on the surface of the orange with the brush with the other hand.

Although the handwriting is ugly, it can probably be recognized, and it is written more than ten times in a row, and the old man below can't help shaking his head.

One tree was written, and then the second tree, until it was dark, all the oranges in the forest were written by Zhang Yi with crooked brush characters, and I looked at it from a distance..... It's just a golden skull, and it's weird.

The old man is distressed, the lord is too tormented, right?

Although it doesn't matter if you write on the orange peel, you can wipe it when you pick it, but if you do a good job of lacquering, don't look at the value of not much, you can catch up with the fruit in the forest.

While sighing, while looking at the weird orange on his head, the old man only felt that the anger in his heart was rising up, fortunately he was still a little sensible, otherwise I am afraid that the hoe in his hand will be rounded and smashed by Zhang Yi, I have never seen such a loser!

However, Zhang Yi thinks that the effect is very good, as long as he waits for a few days, the painted part will slowly fade from yellow to yellow because of the problem that the sun cannot shine, and then form a unique word.

For example, a set of "no colorful phoenix wings, the heart has a little understanding!" The oranges can be given to a woman as a crook, as for those 'blessings such as the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan' and 'Guotai Min'an' and other sets of oranges if they are sold in Chang'an.. If you meet a certain prince and the housekeeper of the Hou Ye to buy... Hehe! If he is not fried as auspicious, he really doesn't believe it!

However, just when Zhang Yi was still a little excited, in the princess's mansion not far from Zhangjiazhuang, Li Hui had a headache.

"Painting, do you think we want the river tomorrow? I always feel like it's not good! Li Hui asked with a melancholy face and asked the painting next to her who was about to go out.

In fact, he didn't know how many times he asked, and he was rusting for a long time with the flowers in his hand, and he couldn't see a stitch. She always has an indescribable sense of intimacy with Zhang Yi, especially the waterwheel and those messy ideas are like a huge suction, which makes her a little eager in reserve.

Of course, this longing is very light, like a small stream, always flowing in your heart when you least expect it.

"Since the princess said that it is not good to go....." The painting pondered for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Then let's not go!" ”

"But it doesn't seem good if we don't go, maybe somewhere are people waiting for us!" Li Hui immediately overturned her idea.

"Then go for it...."

"But ....."

The painting was speechless, since he came back, Pu'an has been suffering from gains and losses, and only after meeting with others twice, the mentality of a little daughter was undoubtedly revealed, but when she thought of Zhang Yi's thief and sese's appearance, she couldn't help but be careful, and her liver beat violently.

spat on the ground and secretly scolded the disciples, and the master and servant began to worry about whether to go tomorrow or not.

However, things will never change according to personal wishes, just when the two of them are still chattering about this matter, the great Majesty Li Er has already made a decision for them, and they will enter the palace on the twenty-ninth day of the month to enjoy with the country!

Now that His Majesty Li Er has opened his mouth, Li Hui, who is a daughter, naturally no longer has to worry about trivial matters, so when Zhang Yi went to the waterwheel with the sketch he drew yesterday with excitement on his face the next day, what was waiting for him was only the surging river.

One hour, two hours.... Until the fog cleared and the sun was empty, the sour feeling in my heart was still brewing in my heart.

I opened the painting, looked at it, put it in my arms, then took it out again, and opened it again..... The old clock in the distance, who looked at it again and again, frowned constantly.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh, he was still wishful thinking and overestimating himself! Didn't you just come up with something new? People are princesses, what strange things have you never seen? Just with a broken water truck, you want to impress people's hearts? It's a dream!

Besides, the identity of the two is also a problem, although a viscount is already a high-ranking existence for the bankers, but in her eyes? I'm afraid it's nothing! I lost my own time and was busy here and there all day long, making oranges with words and painting, but people didn't care at all!

I feel uncomfortable and want to find someone to be angry, the old clock is too old to bear, a slap down is estimated to be unable to stand up, the dealer is not easy to move, a fist has not passed, people have knocked your head to the head, think about it only the sketch in the hand, the heart is taken out horizontally and torn in half and thrown on the ground.

A vigorous love affair is over before it even begins!