After bidding farewell to Steward Wang, Ye Wen walked around in the twisted streets and alleys into a farmhouse, which was a large warehouse, a bit like a classroom in his previous life, but in fact it was a workshop. As far as the eye can see, there are peasant women holding some cloth, cutting according to the blueprints on the blackboard at the front. When these peasant women saw a person coming in from the back door, they lazily saw that it was Ye Wen, a friend of their own owner, so they hurriedly made a posture of working hard, and no one paid attention to Ye Wen. Walking through this ready-to-wear workshop, it didn't take long to walk to the store, and the plaque at the door of the store reads "All Silk Clothes", but as long as you know the Golden Silk Clothes, you won't see this copycat store if you don't look carefully. It is the profiteer shop in the mouth of the little girl of Qixiu.

Four years ago, this cottage golden silk clothing was just a cloth shop, but except for the New Year's holidays, everyone basically did not buy cloth to make clothes, so this cloth shop was very sluggish. Ye Wen's clothes were scratched by tree branches on Wushan by chance, and the old men would not mend these seams, and the clothes were really washed a little white after wearing them for a long time. So he went to the cloth shop empty-handed, and relied on a three-inch incorruptible tongue, supplemented by the cheekiness of an insurance officer in his previous life, and maliciously selling cute pretending to be pitiful, and harvested an old piece of old clothes from the shopkeeper's son. At that time, Ye Wen almost scolded his mother, and then thought about it carefully, and used his advanced creativity and ideas to buy shares and change the cloth store into today's ready-to-wear store. Of course, just based on empty promises, people are not hot-blooded young people, a picture cake that looks delicious, at the risk of the whole family not having enough to eat, and in the end, Ye Wen promised that if the performance is not good, he will give a bucket of immortal spring water every day for Xie Xun, the cloth shop owner with the same name as the Golden Lion King. In order not to be overworked every day because of carrying water, Ye Wen finally took out his serious attitude and designed ready-to-wear clothes for half a year, combined with the new fashion styles he saw in Jinjian clothes a few years ago, assisted by the "dazzling marketing" means, that is, to hire a few women from Qinglou to wear full-threaded clothes on the street catwalk, the popularity has risen, there are many rich people in Wuting Town, no matter how simple the folk customs are, there is also a heart of comparison between women, but it is not as exaggerated and outrageous as the office politics in the previous life. In this way, Ye Wen had his first industry in Wuting Town, which he was not familiar with.

"Superintendent, here we are. "This Xie Xun is not as arrogant as the golden lion king Xie Xun in the novel, like an honest farmer, and with a bit of the cunning of the people in the market, in short, a little clever, but not to the ambition of wanting to occupy the store. Just like the title of director, although Xie Xun was very puzzled, he accepted it very deciously.

"Old Xie, I came to you for something, you don't have to be restrained, you can also sit. Ye Wen familiarly took out a jar of treasured tea from the cabinet under the counter, then rinsed the teacup, made himself a cup of tea, and then smelled the fragrance of tea with a satisfied smile. It's not that Ye Wen doesn't drink inferior tea, he also drinks a bowl of tea for a penny at the tea stall outside, but no one will dislike a more superior life.

"I'm not used to drinking these expensive teas, and the last time I tasted it, it was a bitter taste. Xie Xun smiled innocently, but his face was very strange, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping down Xie Xun's double chin. Ye Wen sat on the chair, glanced at it, and smiled indifferently, "Don't be nervous, just say it, it's not a big deal." After speaking, gently pick up the lid of the cup, put it on the other side of the table, and take a sip, leaving a fragrant fragrance on your cheeks.

Xie Xun on the other side of the table was panicked, and he couldn't care that he was in the store, so he slid down from his chair and knelt on the ground, sobbing profusely, "Director, it's not me, it's really a black-skinned dog, I can't help it." As he spoke, he slammed his head against the ground, "I knew that you were the son of the traitor Ye Bin, and I really wouldn't let you join the shares, and now I'm also involved in the black-skinned dog." ”

"Look, look, I said that there is nothing, and I can't say anything in a hurry. Isn't it just to let the Dark Guards know that the owner of this shop is me" Ye Wen said that it didn't matter, but he still drank the tea in his hand, and he didn't mean to help Xie Xun up. For this kind of betrayal, Ye Wen has long known that he can't hide it, and he doesn't plan to hide it from the dark guard. However, being able to understand is one thing, forgiving is another.

Xie Xun knelt on the ground in a daze, and did not continue to kowtow, to be honest, it still hurt. When Ye Wen finished tasting it, he said in a straight voice, "Okay, get up." ”

Then Ye Wen stood up, looked back and forth in the store, and pointed to a women's long dress with a relatively light color, "Remake the style of this long skirt with new cloth, and send one to the little girl who often goes to bring me food." You know who it is, right?" Then Ye Wen touched the fabric and said, "Change to a better cloth and detain part of it for that fat pig's family." "This is a cloth for the county lord. The cuffs are replaced with a peach blossom pattern. Ye Wen said again, that little girl likes peach blossoms the most.

"I'm leaving, hurry up. After ordering everything, Ye Wen was about to leave with a cold face, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned around, "By the way, after a while, I need a lot of money, you can prepare, use Jiaozi, Longdu Qianzhuang." "The Jiaozi of Longdu Qianzhuang is the Longdu silver ticket, which is jointly issued by the household department of the Wu Dynasty. Then, as if he saw through what Xie Xun was going to say, he added, "About a month later, this store will be surnamed Xie in the future." He didn't look back, he walked away, and he didn't look at the surprised Xie Xun Xie shopkeeper.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Wen walked to a small lake next to Wuting Town, his head down and his brows furrowed. Headache, headache. Xiao Qi is not Luo Huchen's spy, the time appeared just right, and it may not be bad to be vaguely discovered by himself, and now he is making this request at this time period. Yesterday I received the letterhead in Ming, regardless of it for the time being, the secret message left on the teacup of the inn basically revealed that there might be something big in Emperor Wu City and I needed to go there by myself. However, so many coincidences come together, isn't it too much of a coincidence? Or, Xiao Qi just really wants to get started with martial arts, and it makes sense. Well, it's another self-game, a headache. In the end or not, all kinds of results or coincidences can show that this little beggar is not an ordinary person, should it be the saucer of Luo Huchen's secret guard, but if I tear my face so directly, I don't worry about revealing my vest or is it simply my own heart.

On this side, Ye Wen was in a distressed self-game, and on the other side, on Wushan, Xiao Qi also raised the same question.

"Father, I just put it up directly to apprentice to you, will it be too abrupt, although I think I have a good disguise, but, you also said that Ye Wen is a smart person, and it can be said that he is the wisest of the three brothers. Xiao Qi looked at Luo Huchen in the past with admiration, and now Master Wuxin.

"That's right, just because he's a smart guy, it's the least likely way to arouse his suspicions. Luo Huchen opened his eyes and shot a cold gaze, not sad or happy.

"Suspicious?" Xiao Qi asked tentatively.

"That's right, it's suspicious. Achievements that are too easy to obtain, maybe the lazy person will give up with peace of mind, but the smart person will not, and will think that it is a trap. Luo Huchen said in a calm voice, "However, we can't act too much, I can't directly take you as an apprentice, which will be self-defeating." All we need now is for him to intercede for you, so that I can take you as an apprentice. ”

"I see. Xiao Qi agreed.

"You go to the door and kneel, that's it. Luo Huchen closed his eyes again and put away his terrifying gaze. Xiao Qi nodded and went out.

"Remember to make yourself embarrassed, the road on this hill is not so smooth. ”

The height of the temple of the Dawu Dynasty, the height is not as high as the Jinluan Palace, the nine steps under the dragon chair of the Jinluan Palace, the civil and military opposites, the civil officials are headed by the great sacrificial wine of Zhongshu Province, holding the sword on the left, the military attache Wu Mu is one, vacant for many years, and no one on the right can wear a sword to the palace. Under the nine steps of the military officials, they waited. The Wu Dynasty established the country with the Legalists, the system was violent, and after the founding of the country, Confucianism rose, and the head of the Legalist family, Han Feizi, was cooked and eaten by the people to quench the anger of the people. After the Legalism, a hundred schools of thought contended, vertical and horizontal, yin and yang, Taoist Huang Lao, and even the introduced Buddhist beings to treat sins and pray for future lives. After the Confucian Confucian sage, the nine sages were born, and then the descendants of the Confucian family were canonized as the only sub-saint who could be sanctified by only his surname and bloodline. Later, Confucian saints emerged in an endless stream, although Taoism was respected as a national teacher because of Huang Lao's health preservation technique, but when he saw the great Confucianism of the time, he still bowed his head, which shows that Confucianism is powerful. After a hundred years of evolution, there are four Confucian families, Wen, Song, Yan, and Yao. The name of Confucianism is passed down by blood.

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