So the emperor coughed dryly, approached Zhao Hongyi and whispered: "Emperor, you can't be degenerate, my father also knows the benefits of men, but passing on the family is the big thing." ”

What's this, what's this? Zhao Hongyi darkened his face and explained in a low voice: "Father, I'm not, no. ”

"What isn't? Father told you, Father, I was like you back then. Later, didn't you want to take a concubine like the queen? Some things are fine in private, and they don't look good when they are pulled on the table. The emperor spoke bitterly, but he teased again, "Have you received the beautiful man I sent you?" Are you satisfied? ”

Burst...... Zhao Hong wanted to vomit blood, but he never expected that the group of beautiful male servants gifted by the so-called ministers turned out to be the handwriting of his father.

Really...... Intimate......

Zhao Hong wanted to cry without tears, but he finally bowed his head: "It's true, thank you father." ”

No matter how you look at it, he has a look of resentment on his face.

No matter what he never expected, his father turned out to be the real broken sleeve.

No wonder he always ran to comfort him like this, and he thought that he was a broken sleeve.

Anyway, there's no point in arguing.

"If you like it, if you like it, if you like it." The emperor nodded again and again, "By the way, since there is a plan for the water conservancy project, it needs someone to carry it out." ”

In fact, the most suitable candidate is, of course, Zhao Hongyi, but the emperor is reluctant to go to the southwest for his son who has just returned.

So this matter has not yet been decided in the court, just waiting for the Spring Festival to be over, so that he can choose a suitable person.

Zhao Hongyi pondered for a moment and said respectfully: "Father, why don't you send your sons?" ”

Of course, he thought that a water conservancy project would take away Mo Xiaoqi for ten or twenty years, and he would be very chic when he took Mo Xiaoqi to the ends of the world.

But he didn't know that the emperor would definitely not agree.

Sure enough, the emperor waved his hand and said, "Hongyi, my father is reluctant to let you go." You are your father's favorite son. ”

When Zhao Hongyi left the palace, the emperor rewarded 10,000 taels of gold and 100 brocades, and countless pearls and emeralds.

With these things, he returned to King Xuan's Mansion with great momentum.

Those pearls and emeralds have become projectiles for the tree's fun, the brocade has been requisitioned by Mo Xiaoqi, and the gold ten thousand taels have become the capital of Mo Xiaoqi to open a store.

After all, the idea of the water conservancy project was her, and Zhao Hongyi thought it was what she deserved.

Lang Wanwan was instructed by Mo Xiaoqi to bring a down jacket to Lang Shangshu's house to give to Lang Shangshu's wife.

Madame was very disgusted at first, but it happened that Shangshu came back from the court and saw the down jacket.

Shang Shu said: "Isn't this the clothes that the emperor wants us to buy?" This day, King Xuan also wore one. ”

Mrs. Shangshu listened

finished, and hurriedly put on the clothes to see if there was anything peculiar.

Warm, light, and easy to move, Mrs. Shangshu wore a down jacket and went to the card game of the powerful ladies to show off.

The carved building has not yet been renovated, but some people have already begun to inquire about where down jackets can be bought.

Mo Xiaoqi temporarily rented a storefront next to the carved building and began to sell down jackets in limited quantities, and all those princes, ministers, wives, and ladies sent people to buy them.

Someone relied on his official university to go through the back door, but was kicked out, so far, everyone knows that the backstage of this snow shop selling down jackets is very hard.

Only twelve down jackets were sold a day, and they had to be sold with other clothes, but despite this, the enthusiasm of the powerful did not wane.

Instead, they take pride in buying clothes from a shop in the snow.

For a while, the down jackets in the snow shop were sold at an unprecedentedly high price, but everyone was still happy with it, so that counterfeiters appeared.

It's a pity that even if those people know what is inside when they cut the clothes, they will only make it a fluff.

What's more, the down jackets in the snow shop are sold in different styles every day.

Those ladies and ladies even wanted to buy all the styles.

After a month like this, Mo Xiaoqi made a lot of money, and even the jewelry sold by Zhang Dongdong on the side became prosperous.

Everyone noticed that the jewelry stall outside the carved building was particularly interesting.

"Xiaoqi, you really deserve to be a business genius." Zhao Hongyi had to admire, and he also knew how difficult it was to make such a situation happen in the three-legged capital.

But these things are just a small fight for the three forces in the Beijing business district, and they don't care.

They also believe that no one will be able to shake the business district of the capital.

Mo Xiaoqi didn't care about these things, but asked people to print leaflets and ask to start publicity as soon as possible.

But the housekeeper who received this task was worried again.

"That, Childe, how can you make 10,000 copies of this list, which is both a drawing and a word, exactly as you said?" The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, holding a single page designed by Mo Xiaoqi in his hand.

Mo Xiaoqi was a little confused, how many are 10,000 copies?

"Butler, you're going to have people stereotyped, will it be up soon?" Mo Xiaoqi asked rhetorically.

Stereotyping? What is it? The housekeeper was puzzled and didn't understand Mo Xiaoqi's words.

Because the books and periodicals of this era are all manuscripts, they are very precious, and as for the printing that Mo Xiaoqi said, the housekeeper has never heard of it.

"That, Childe, printing ......" The butler didn't know what to say.

Mo Xiaoqi reacted at this time, and wondered: "Could it be that there is no printing technology here?" ”

God, what a backward place this is? Pyrotechnics can be done, but printing can't?

According to Mo Xiaoqi's world, there should also be engraving printing in the Tang Dynasty?

Just when Mo Xiaoqi was deep in thought, Zhao Hongyi entered the door.

"Butler, what's wrong? What are you holding in your hand? Zhao Hongyi passed the leaflet, and at a glance he understood what was going on.

In Renshou County before, Mo Xiaoqi had also made such a thing, and the words on it were still written by him at that time.

"Lord, the prince said that this painting will be made in 10,000 copies." The butler handed it over.

"Ten thousand?" Zhao Hongyi frowned, last time in Renshou County, Mo Xiaoqi asked for a thousand copies, and he found someone to copy it for a long time before it was completed.

10,000 copies......

Mo Xiaoqi saw the embarrassment on his face, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's only 10,000 copies, I can get it in three days." ”

The housekeeper raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat, isn't this pure bragging? 10,000 copies, three days? How is that possible?

But Zhao Hongyi looked at the confidence on Mo Xiaoqi's face, and he also questioned his common sense a little.

"Ah, by the way, Hongyi, in Renshou County, I asked you to help make a thousand servings......" Mo Xiaoqi only thought at this time, what a difficult task she gave Zhao Hongyi at that time, and thanks to him, he was able to complete it as promised.

"Well, I found ten talents." Zhao Hongyi said in a muffled voice.

Mo Xiaoqi snorted out laughing, and then said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that I still needed to copy?" ”