It didn't take long to send a task to Yang Yun, but it took a lot of time to prepare him for a trip.

As soon as he came out of Political Commissar Feng's office, he was pushed into the car and came to a particularly large workshop.

Political Commissar Feng pushed Yang Yun to the front and patted him on the shoulder.

"Teachers, this handsome guy is Yang Yun, in the next two days, please prepare two good outfits for him."

There were more than 40 people up and down in the workshop, and after brushing it, they shifted their attention to Yang Yun.

A lady who looked to be in her fifties or sixties walked over with a smile and circled Yang Yun twice.

"That's him, this young man is good-looking, he wants one, he wants flesh, he wants to have meat, his arms are long, his legs are long, and his clothes are easy to make. It's just that he doesn't have hair, otherwise he can make a crown. ”

Yang Yun was a little flattered, he grew so big, except for the padded jacket when he was a child, which was made by the elders himself, he never wore private clothes again.

"This is a bit too exciting, isn't it?"

The eldest lady patted Yang Yun's arm with a smile.

"Young man, you don't understand, do you? As the old saying goes: A man depends on his clothes and a horse on his saddle. Another old saying is also good: Respect Luo Yi first and then respect people. ”

Political Commissar Feng also said with a smile on the side.

"If you are famous, why don't you tighten this clothes, people will look at you as a person. If you don't get to this point, having good clothes will save you a lot of trouble. Even your sister can't be exempt from vulgarity, let alone you? ”

Next, Yang Yun realized what is called high-end customization.

Three or four people surrounded him, from the tips of their fingers to their heels, from their necks to their ankles, holding soft rulers inch by inch.

He was like the doll, cooperating with a group of them to raise their arms and legs, sit up and lie down.

There was even a group of people who came to him with pieces of cloth of various colors, and compared them to him one by one, and picked out seven or eight pieces of cloth from more than a hundred kinds of fabrics.

On the other side, the remaining 30-odd people had already begun to sharpen their needles and scissors to make clothes.

More than forty people in the entire workshop worked together, and within two days, they made seven or eight outfits for Yang Yun.

Underwear and outer clothes, cotton singles, belts, boots, etc., everything, in order to cope with the weather when Da Zhou was still in winter, they also made three big clothes for Yang Yun.

Putting on that clothes, Yang Yun stood in front of the mirror and had to admit that "people rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles" is true.

In addition, a bunch of bits and pieces were prepared, such as rings, collars, jade pendants, forbidden steps, and sachets.

Dressed up in all the outfits, Yang Yun went from a second-handsome young man in the 21st century to the momentum of a noble son of an ancient family.

This momentum reached its peak after Yang Yun saw a mountain of gold and a mountain of silver.

All the anxiety and shortness of breath that had plagued him for a few days disappeared after knowing that this mountain of gold and silver was a stepping stone.

Of course, the country is rich and the people are strong, and there are more things prepared than these few tons of gold and silver.

There are also fine porcelain, wine, embroidery, daggers, etc., all of which are the things that Yang Zhao has given gifts to all parties for more than a year, and the response is the best.

It's just that Yang Yun's eyes can only see this mountain of gold and silver, and he automatically ignores everything else.

As for etiquette, no one came to guide Yang Yun.

One is that the time is too short, etiquette is accumulated over time, and learning in a short time always makes people constrained and does not look presentable.

The second is that the countryside has always been a big child with a child to play, Yang Yun grew up under the nose of Yunyang Guan Lu Dao Chang since he was a child, Yang Zhaohui's Taoist etiquette, Yang Yun has watched for a few years, and has also learned eighty or ninety, no need to learn a new one.

On the fourth day, when he came to Xiaoyang Mountain, Yang Yun came to the mountain wearing a moon-white Minzhi Han Mansion. Justly give a gift to the big ginkgo tree on the top of the mountain.

"Uncle Gongsun, I'm going to Da Zhou, this is a long way away, you must bless me."

The big ginkgo tree moved with the wind, and a ginkgo leaf fell lightly on the top of Yang Yun's head.

Yang Yun sensed that something was wrong, and when he raised his hand, he touched a delicate leaf.

He subconsciously wanted to take it down, but somehow, the leaf seemed to be welded to his head, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

Yang Yun didn't dare to move: "Thank you Uncle Gongsun, don't worry about waiting for me to come over, you will definitely not lose face for our Yunyang Temple." ”

The leaves moved with the wind, and they rattled, and I didn't know if they were responding to Yang Yun.

This optimism didn't last long, as the shifting formation was activated, Yang Yun experienced the terrifying squeeze of the aura, and closed his five senses for a long time.

As soon as he hit the ground, he threw up frantically, and his nose bleeded as he vomited.

But this time, the Liuzhou personnel and Xiaodouren of Yunyang Temple in Xiaonanshan were prepared, holding Yang Yun down with all hands and feet, and stuffing a medicine in his mouth.

After a while, Yang Yun, who was vomiting wildly, fell asleep.

This time, Yang Yun came to Da Zhou for one, because Da Zhou limited the number of people entering the country, he came over, and there was a person stationed in Yunyang Guan who returned to Shenzhou, Chi County.

Overall, the quota for three people has not changed.

If you want to talk about smuggling, in fact, it is not impossible, Yang Zhao is smuggled to a certain extent.

But Yang Chao had no task on her body at that time, and Shen Ruoyu was still standing behind her, so she was naturally not subject to special restrictions, she had time to develop and win respect for herself little by little.

Yang Yun is different, he has a task as soon as he comes, and he is a person who must come to stand on the official face, so he especially needs process justice.

By the time Yang Yun woke up with a headache, the sky was already bright.

Touching his rumbling belly, he looked at his surroundings suspiciously, wondering if he had crossed over.

"Yang Yun, are you awake? Would you like something to eat? ”

A sudden human voice made Yang Yun tremble, and he suddenly raised his head, afraid that there was something unscientific hanging on the top of his brain.

"Yang Yun, where are you looking? Bow your head, I'm your political commissar Feng. ”

This voice is unfamiliar, but you know Political Commissar Feng?

"Smack!"

Yang Yun slapped his forehead, and when he looked down, he saw a little bean man standing next to his bed, and there was a small ten-centimeter bench next to the little bean man's legs.

Originally, Xiaodouren was not tall, but just now Political Commissar Feng was sitting on a small bench again, and for those who were lying on the bed, Political Commissar Feng was automatically invisible.

"You are really Political Commissar Feng, I really didn't recognize you like this......

"It's okay, aren't you hungry? I'll warm you up. ”

Yang Yun replied honestly: "Hungry." ”

After he had eaten and drunk enough, he put on a new set of clothes and went to explore Yunyang Temple with the prepared gifts.

The first person to give a gift was Uncle Gongsun Yan.

In the winter sun, the big ginkgo trees are lush and cover the entire yard, and a few little bean people are holding books to talk about the ancients, a leisurely scene in winter.

(End of chapter)