He Chen naturally knew the business opportunities, but he was hesitating now, he remembered Li Hui's words, the world's money is inexhaustible, don't think that the upstream and downstream are all accounted for, this will only make everyone disgusted, even if you make money now, you will be poked in the backbone in the future.

"Lao Huang, do you want to open a literate private school? Now how many people in Chang'an are crowded to read and write. ”

"Hehe, Young Master Hechen, Lao Huang is already old, so he can only do some chores in front of the young master, those things can't be done, besides, if we open a private school that specializes in teaching people to read newspapers and read books aloud, I'm afraid we will make a lot of money, right?"

He Chen smiled and nodded, "That's right, but I can't mix this kind of money." ”

"Why?" Lao Huang was puzzled, isn't the young master full of interest in making money? How can such a good thing be put aside, let others toss, can you really do it without being greedy at all?

"Hehe, let others earn this money, they will be grateful to me in the future, if I make all the money myself, then some people will say that Chen and I will definitely be a profiteer."

He Chen spitted smoke rings and swayed on the rocking chair, which creaked and creaked, as if he was beginning to protest against his huge weight.

"Hehe, the young master is wise!"

"It's not good, it's just a little clever."

Drunken Moon Building, Drunken Flower Building, the two most famous green buildings, have opened daytime projects.

From now on, guests no longer need to hide from their families when they come to the Qinglou, after all, "I go to listen to the newspaper" seems to be more justified than "I go to the Qinglou".

In the previous drunken flower building, the flat place has disappeared, replaced by a huge platform, on the platform on the third floor, sitting an old pedant, with vicissitudes on his face, tea in his mouth, and his body ups and downs leisurely.

"In today's newspaper, there is an interesting story."

Suddenly, the audience below began to get excited one by one, and the storyteller said that the newspaper had a little more flavor than those scholars.

Inside the drunken flower building, all kinds of rewards are jingling in the copper plate, and after a while, it is already full.

The storyteller coughed and got up slowly, "Speaking of this Your Majesty, ...... today."

Another gossip about His Majesty.

This is the case in Zuihualou, and the same is true in Zuiyue Building, a place with a lot of famous prostitutes, the place where Qiping was removed, and the place where Tian Yiwei was previously removed was also removed.

Like the model of the Drunken Moon Building, the Oiran here reads the newspaper in person, which is full of gimmicks.

This is the case with ordinary people, especially the people of Datang, who are not very literate, and they are full of curiosity about the content of the newspaper.

The more they listened, the more they felt that what they heard was true, does His Majesty really like to eat hot pot?

Is Your Majesty really interesting?

Shouldn't the emperor be majestic and murderous?

Where do the common people know what the emperor is like, where do they know what the princes and generals are like, they rely on their own imagination to imagine the life of the emperor and the princes, and naively think that the East Palace Niangniang bakes flatbread, and the flatbread is piled up.

They believed that the axe used by the emperor to farm the land was gold, and the hoe was also made of gold.

What they think is actually what they want to think in their hearts.

Where will the princes and generals farm the land themselves? Including Li Er, it was just a symbolic move to the field twice a year, and before the land was finished, Li Er left in a hurry, leaving the princes and ministers to cheer one by one, leaving a covered earth, and fell into quiet contemplation.

The earth never speaks, and is eternally silent.

This world is not without princes and generals who farm, after all, Li Hui is now doing the work of farming.

Li Hui was carrying a hoe, and Wang Zhuozhuo was also carrying another one decently.

The bamboo in the super farmland feels like it's not enough, and Hechen uses the bamboo a little fast, so it's better to say

It's Datang that needs bamboo paper a little faster.

Now Hechen's paper sales have exceeded the entire Datang year's paper sales, and the rice paper and traditional hemp paper in the entire Datang are about to be squeezed by Hechen to the point that they can't do it anymore, so they can only rely on some yamen orders to alleviate the economic difficulties.

Wang Zhuozhuo looked at the huge greenhouse with excitement on his face.

"Li Hui, no one has planted it yet, you teach me!"

Li Hui smiled, "Actually, you don't need to do anything, just use a hoe to loosen the soil." ”

took his fiancée to farm the land, which is among the princes and nobles of the Tang Dynasty, Li Hui is also the first.

However, Wang Zhuozhuo was obviously too excited, and as soon as he went down with a hoe, the roots of the cucumber seedlings were lifted out of the soil, and the juice remained in the broken places, as if he was complaining bitterly about this unreasonable woman.

Wang Zhuozhuo didn't know what he had done, and said excitedly: "Li Hui, I understand!" ”

You understand, you understand, what do you understand, do you understand the king?

I don't think you understand.

Today is to take Wang Zhuozhuo to experience the hardships of farming, naturally she can't rest, and she can't be tired.

When Wang Zhuozhuo was clamoring to rest more than once, Li Hui's cold eyes made Wang Zhuozhuo's arrogant temperament lose the consciousness of resistance in an instant.

Finally, the task of loosening the soil in a greenhouse was completed, and Wang Zhuozhuo waved his small hoe and yelled excitedly.

The servants on the side covered their mouths one by one and snickered, we don't dare to ask about the matter of the Hou Ye, and we don't dare to say it, anyway, the little couple must be a good thing.

Labor can indeed enhance feelings, Wang Zhuozhuo is not shy about letting Li Hui contact now, and after Li Hui took his hand, Wang Zhuozhuo refused to let go, which made Li Hui confused, so he could only carry two hoes in one hand and drag Wang Zhuozhuo home.

The palms and backs of your hands are sweaty, so you can't let your hands breathe?

Li Hui tried it and got a positive response: No.

Young girl, she grabbed the tail of love, and she was reluctant to let go.

"Li Hui, it will be the first day in a few days, shall we go to Chang'an to play?"

"What's so fun about the Yuan Day, the Yuan Day is not a day for everyone to reunite, let's go to Chang'an to see the lights when it comes to the Lantern Festival."

Wang Zhuozhuo nodded, watching the Lantern Festival, this is a good idea that can't be better, she wants to go to the Lantern Festival every year, but there are too many people, grandpa doesn't take him, uncle and uncle don't take him, uncle and aunt are even more busy with me, where can I pay attention to her.

This year is different, isn't Li Hui here!

Yuan Day is the Spring Festival as the saying goes.

In Datang, there are many ways to live in the Yuan Dynasty, full of joy and liveliness, although Li Hui has not experienced it, but he has seen it on TV.

So the family started to prepare for the New Year's goods early.