The waiting eunuch came to Lan Bin, took away the draft of the newspaper, and forwarded it to Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial case for Lan Bin.

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the draft newspaper, looked at it, and was big for a while: "What are you writing about? Can you write better? Three-year-olds can write better than you!"

Lan Bin was very unconvinced, and wanted to say, Your Majesty, you can find a three-year-old child to come out and compare with me, and see who writes well. But after thinking about it, I endured it.

Who made Zhu Yuanzhang's fist big!

Zhu Yuanzhang endured the discomfort, reluctantly looked at the draft newspaper written by Lan Bin, and found that the words on it were ugly, not to mention, and there were many typos written, and even some words, which he didn't know at all.

After looking at it twice, I really couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, okay, do what you say!"

While speaking, he asked the eunuch to return the draft of the newspaper to Lan Bin.

Lan Bin took the draft of the newspaper and glanced at it, Zhu Yuanzhang's requirements are too high! Even if my handwriting is not good, it has nothing to do with ugly words!

Besides, I also came to Lanfu before I started to write calligraphy, and it is already very good to be able to write like this, okay!

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care so much, and when he thought of the draft newspaper written by Lan Bin, he couldn't help but say, "You will copy a thousand words for us every day in the future." When do you practice the words well, and when are you not copying!"

"Your Majesty, the ministers usually have a lot of schoolwork, and..." Lan Bin tugged at the corners of his mouth, almost instinctively justifying.

Although he did not reject copying and writing, he did not want to be forced to practice calligraphy.

In particular, he has to go to the main hall every day to study, complete his husband's schoolwork, and take care of the affairs of the house, the glass business, the soap business, and so on.

Moreover, before coming to the Blue Mansion, he was not qualified to lie flat and was tired for most of his life, but now he has finally changed the fate of the Blue Mansion a little bit, and he still wants to enjoy the luxurious life of the ancient nobles.

As a result, Zhu Yuanzhang actually asked him to practice calligraphy.

It's simply....

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "We will check at any time, and next time your words will not grow." Plates, not a single board!"

Hmph, do you think I'm going to be scared of your *** board?

Lan Bin hummed in his heart, but said from the bottom of his heart: "Minister, obey the order!"

"By the way, did you write a note to solve the problem of treasure money?" Zhu Yuanzhang said again.

Lan Bin hurriedly said, "I wrote it, but I didn't bring it!"

The last time Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to write a note to solve the problem of treasure money, he had already written it, and when Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, he handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial case.

"Well, let's put it there first, and when the commercial tax trial is successful, you are giving it to us!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.

Although some time ago, in the empty seal case, he copied a lot of local officials' homes, and also copied a lot of silver. But there is still a lot of gap with the tens of millions of taels of silver that Lan Bin came with when he opened his mouth.

Moreover, the ten million taels of silver in Lan Bin's mouth are only the minimum standard.

He Zhu Yuanzhang either doesn't do it, or if he wants to do it, he has to do his best, how can he do it according to the minimum requirements.

Lan Bin said seriously, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"It's okay, just kneel!"

Zhu Yuanzhang yawned: "We're a little sleepy, we're going to rest!"

"Your Majesty, the principal of the newspaper, you see..." Lan Bin looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and reminded.

Zhu Yuanzhang was shocked: "What? Do you care if we ask for money?"

What do you mean?

You opened your mouth to ask for eighty percent of the newspaper, and you didn't even want to produce a copper plate?

All right! Although I am prepared that you will not pay for it, and I am even ready to give you a cushion, but your attitude is too much!

Lan Bin tugged at the corners of his mouth and said euphemistically, "Your Majesty, that business requires principal. Look..."

"We don't have any money, you give us a cushion!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Lan Bin, you little rabbit cub, when you took our good grandson to do glass business, you didn't ask for money. Take us to do business, and ask us for money, you are so bold, does your father know?

Lan Bin was speechless for a while, you are a dignified emperor, and you have no money for two

It's up to you to say the word. And let me advance money, which is also so reasonable.

It is worthy of you Zhu Laojiao.

Thinking about it, he saluted, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Let's go down!" Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

"Minister, retire!"

Lan Bin withdrew from the Qianqing Palace, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, feeling that he had lost money doing business with Zhu Yuanzhang.

It's not that you're losing money, it's that feeling of losing money.

Back in the main hall, Lan Bin sighed for a long time, attracting Zhu Xiongying's attention and coming forward: "Cousin, what's wrong with you? But Grandpa said you again?"

"I... Never mind! I'm fine!" Lan Bin wanted to complain to Zhu Xiongying about Zhu Yuanzhang's slamming of the door, but he thought that Zhu Xiongying was Zhu Yuanzhang's grandson, and he was in the palace at this time.

complained in front of Zhu Xiongying that his imperial grandfather was not, it was not suitable, and he endured it again.

Zhu Xiongying looked at Lan Bin suspiciously, always feeling that Lan Bin was duplicitous, but Lan Bin didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask more. Diverting the topic, he said, "Cousin, it's going to be a day of rest in two days. Uncle Shu said that there was a literary meeting in the Drunken Immortal Building."

"Will you take me there?"

"Good... Wait a minute, where do you say there is a literary meeting?" Lan Bin just subconsciously agreed, but suddenly reacted and said seriously.

Zhu Xiongying was stunned and said, "Drunken Immortal Tower! What's wrong?"

Drunken Immortal Building? That's a green house!

Was Zhu Chun's brain kissed by a pig? In front of Zhu Xiongying, this is the premise? is not afraid of arousing Zhu Xiongying's curiosity, no, the current situation seems to have aroused Zhu Xiongying's curiosity.

Take His Royal Highness the eldest grandson to visit the Qinglou?

Lan Bin shuddered, not daring to imagine the angry picture of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, and hurriedly said, "Big nephew, Drunken Immortal Tower is not a good place! You can't go!"

"Why?" Zhu Xiongying said suspiciously.

"The Drunken Immortal Building is a green building... Forget it, you just have to remember this place, you can't go, that's it!"

Lan Bin wanted to explain a few sentences, but he remembered that Zhu Xiongying was only eight years old, although he was cultivated by the royal family, he looked like he was old. But that's only relative, like Qinglou and other places, absolutely no one dares to mention it in front of Zhu Xiongying.

Zhu Xiongying was puzzled: "Then why can Uncle Shu go?"

"Big nephew, be obedient and obedient, let's not go to the Drunken Immortal Tower. When you are resting, I will take you to the suburbs to fly kites." Lan Bin wanted to explain, but he was afraid that Zhu Xiongying would keep asking questions, so he decisively diverted Zhu Xiongying's attention.

Sure enough, Zhu Xiongying was attracted by flying a kite in the suburbs and was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you!" Lan Bin said with a smile.

Zhu Xiongying was overjoyed, and said, "Can I bring my younger siblings with me?"

"Yes!" Lan Bin admires Zhu Xiongying's attitude of attaching importance to family affection, especially when Zhu Xiongying is in the royal family, and it is even more rare to attach so much importance to family affection.

"Great!"

Zhu Xiongying was even happier, and they all began to think about some things about kite flying, chattering to Lan Bin non-stop.

Lan Bin sometimes echoed two sentences, but he was worried about Zhu Chun's Drunken Immortal Mansion Literary Meeting.