"Figured it out." After Li Yuerong was busy for a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief under the expectant eyes of everyone.

Shaking her slightly sore wrist, Li Yuerong spoke

"A total of 300 short-sleeved pieces were sold today, and after deducting the cost to the garment factory, we earned a total of 560 Wen today!" Li Yuerong couldn't believe that in just one afternoon, this shop had earned her brother's money for two months of hard work to pick medicinal herbs!

"Five hundred and sixty wen, which is equivalent to half a piece of money! How many steamed buns can you buy! ”

After everyone in the Datang Commissary heard the five hundred and sixty Wenyuan, their expressions were also different.

Wu Xun and the Li family brothers and sisters grew up living a hard life since they were children, and they still need a lot of time to digest the miracle that they earned in just one afternoon.

And the two second generations who grew up with a golden key in their mouths have not changed much.

Sometimes it's not enough for them to eat flower wine once!

Sitting silently on the side, Su Yu only smiled slightly when she heard it, but there was a little more warmth in her eyes when she looked at Fang Tang at this time.

And Fang Tang, who we call himself the father of short sleeves, smirked and stroked the copper coins that were emitting golden light there.

"These are all the money to marry a wife and have children in the future." Fang Tang's eyes became more and more tender when he looked at the copper coin, and Fang Tang's movements became more and more gentle.

After Li Yuerong, who had an experience, saw Fang Tang's appearance at this time, she also said to the others

"Let's eat, leave him alone, he's scared again."

……

On Suzaku Street in Chang'an City, a dusty young man knocked on a vermilion door, and the young man's expression was relaxed, looking at him as if he had come here often.

"Who's outside the door?" The butler asked the young man through the door.

"Steward Liu, it's me," the young man said through the door, and Steward Liu opened the door with a smile after hearing the familiar voice.

"Why is it so slow this time?" After seeing Steward Liu's familiar face, the young man also said with a smile.

"Something is delayed on the way." As he spoke, the young man pulled out a warm letter from his bosom.

"This is the latest situation in Youzhou, written by Steward Wang himself," the young man's expression became serious after he said business.

"Nothing big happened in Youzhou, right?" Steward Liu asked curiously after taking the letter.

"There is no big event, it's just that General Huang Ziqian's son Huang Yingying came to the store earlier and threatened to contract our Treasure Pavilion." When the young man talked about it, there was also a hint of sneer on his face.

"This loser, he really dares to do anything!" Steward Liu spoke a lot more casually after seeing that there was no one around.

"Who's to say it isn't." The young man responded.

"I've worked hard for you recently, and I want you to run back and forth between Youzhou and Chang'an City." Steward Liu patted the young man's shoulder and said.

"It's not hard, it's all for the master, and we should work hard."

"Come in, rest early today, and you'll have to go back to Youzhou tomorrow." Steward Liu opened the door and let the young man in.

The light of the lantern at the gate just now was a little dim, and after entering the mansion, Steward Liu found that he was dressed a little strangely.

"What are you wearing, messy." Steward Liu, who saw the short-sleeved for the first time, also touched the short-sleeved and asked curiously at this time

Speaking of short sleeves, young men became interested.

"This is the most popular thing in Youzhou today, called short-sleeved," the young man said

"What short-sleeved and long-sleeved, showing two arms is really insulting," Steward Liu's scolding made the young man silent.

After separating from the young man, Steward Liu took the envelope to a study.

There was a man and a woman in the study, the man was already full of white hair, and the wrinkles on his face deepened with the passage of time, but the wise eyes seemed to tell others that he was not old at all.

The woman is fifteen or sixteen years old this year, and wearing a white dress on her body gives her a kind of holiness that comes out of the mud and is not stained.

"I've seen Miss Master." Steward Liu respectfully saluted the two.

"What is the so-called reason for Steward Liu's coming?" The white-haired old man was there with his head bowed and practiced calligraphy, and the woman in white spoke so as not to disturb him.

"This is a letter from Youzhou." Saying that, Steward Liu handed the letter to the woman in white.

"Nothing else, the little one will go down first."

"Well, Steward Liu walks slowly."

The woman in white opened the envelope and watched at this time, and the old man also stopped the brush in his hand.

"What does the letter say?" The old man also had an interested expression on his face after finishing the homework he had set for the day.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the letter says that Huang Yingying came to the store once earlier."

"Oh? What is that bastard doing in the store? The old man asked curiously.

He said...... He wants to contract the Treasure Pavilion," the woman in white covered her mouth and smiled.

"This bastard is in a hurry to do anything! What else does the letter say? The old man laughed and scolded and did not take this matter to heart, the old man poured himself a cup of tea and continued to ask.

"Wang Lun of the Youzhou royal family wrote a poem a few days ago." After hearing that someone was composing a poem, the old man became interested.

"Poetry, what kind of poetry?" The old man asked.

As he spoke, he recited the poem of the goose in white clothes.

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the anthurium plucks the clear waves, this poem also has some artistic conception." When the old man saw the woman in white staring there, he asked.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Steward Wang said in the letter that this poem may not have come from Wang Lun's mouth, but was written by a young man named Fang Tang." When the woman in white said the word Fang Tang, the old man seemed to remember something.

"Fang Tang, the old man seems to have heard this name there."

"Grandpa has heard of this name?" The woman in white also asked curiously.

Fang Tang ...... Fang Tang ...... I remember that when Huang Yingying wrote that shocking poem, that person Fang Tang happened to be present. The old man had a puzzled look on his face.

"Could it be that Grandpa suspects that the poem of His Majesty's Long Yan is from the mouth of this so-called Fang Tang?" The woman in white asked.

"Before I met him, the old man was not easy to judge."

"Did the letter say the origin of that Fang Tang?" The old man was silent for a moment and then said.

"No, that Fang Tang seems to have appeared out of nowhere, I haven't heard his name in Youzhou before, and now the most popular short-sleeved in Youzhou seems to be from him." The woman in white added after reading the letter.

"This young man named Fang Tang is also quite mysterious."

When she saw the old man staring there, the woman in white also stayed quietly aside.

"Shihan, tomorrow you will go to Youzhou for the old man, and try to find out the origin of this Fang Tang," the old man said to the woman in white after thinking for a while.

"That's not good, what's the problem with this person, grandpa?" The woman in white asked

"It's hard to say for the time being, but if that sentence is all the same, a few romantic characters, and it looks like the current dynasty is really from Fang Tang's mouth, then it's a big problem!"

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