Three days later, the lottery ceremony was successfully carried out in the newly built squares on the east and west sides of Qingshan County, and the people who had contributed to the reconstruction of Qingshan County were allocated their own houses, and if they were not satisfied with the location, they could exchange them privately.

From the humble house before the snow disaster, it has been transformed into a red brick house today, not to mention how happy they are.

On this day, Chen Chao set off for Beijing, leaving in a hurry, and did not even alarm the surrounding households when he pulled out the camp.

All the people know is that there was once a big man living there.

There was a big man who even spoke in front of him, and he had to lower his profile.

Although they have already guessed the identity of the big man.

But they don't want to admit it.

How so?

How could it be him who did these good deeds?

It can't be him.

……

On the way back to Beijing, the carriage drove on the newly built official road, and there were almost no bumps, and the smoothness was surprising. The carriage weighing hundreds of catties rolled over the official road, leaving only a shallow white indentation on the road, which also proved from the side that the quality of the official road was very good.

In the carriage, there were three women and one man.

Chen Chao, dressed in a purple robe, sat in the center and closed his eyes to recuperate.

On the left is Song Qingwan, and on the right are their respective maids, Ning Baizhi and Yue.

Han Lao finally chose to stay in Qingshan County, and was instructed by the Chen Dynasty to secretly prepare for the establishment of a gunpowder factory, the predecessor of the military factory.

Lowering the curtain and looking at Qingshan County behind her getting farther and farther away, Song Qingwan sighed lightly for no reason.

Chen Chao opened his eyes and took the initiative to hold Song Qingwan's hand. "What's the matter, ma'am? Reluctant? ”

"Not really, I just feel empty in my heart."

"It's okay, I'll be back."

"Hmm."

Before the husband and wife could say any more, some discordant sounds sounded in the carriage, clicking, like rats stealing buds. Several people looked for the voice and looked at Ning Baizhi.

And this big-breasted and brainless girl is still secretly eating the rice cakes she bought on the road yesterday with relish, and the corners of her mouth are all rice cake residues.

After a while, a piece of rice cake was in her stomach, and Ning Baizhi wiped her hands, pretending that nothing had happened.

However, when she saw the expressions on the faces of several people, she looked a little embarrassed for a while.

"Didn't you get enough for breakfast? Whose stomach did a bowl of rice porridge, five large meat buns and two fritters go into? Chen Chao frowned and said deliberately.

Song Qingwan chuckled and shook her head.

And did not speak.

"Hmm......" Ning Baizhi pouted and touched her little belly, "People are still growing their bodies, it's normal to eat a lot, you said that you eat and live, and now you eat a lot and say that people ......."

Ning Baizhi hugged her chest angrily and twisted her face to the side, like a child who didn't grow up.

After hearing this, Chen Chao rubbed his forehead helplessly.

After a while, Chen Chao motioned for Yue'e to take out the food box under her seat.

When I opened the food box, it was full of all kinds of snacks that Song Qingwan usually made carefully, which was very busy for Chen Chao, and he temporarily padd his stomach when he didn't have time to eat.

"Well, give ...... What is so delicious about rice cakes, and when they are passed out, they think they treat their subordinates harshly. Chen Chao took out a plate of chestnut crisp and handed it to Ning Baizhi, Ning Baizhi was still angry and didn't answer, so Chen Chao put the plate on her lap.

After handing Ning Baizhi a plate, Chen Chao gave some to the other two girls in the car, and tasted it himself.

Seeing the three of them eating snacks, talking and laughing, Ning Baizhi was even more angry, she glanced at the chestnut crisp on her thigh, and didn't hold back her swallow.

Everyone looked at Ning Baizhi like this, and couldn't help but laugh.

In the end, Song Qingwan stepped forward, handed a piece of chestnut cake to Ning Baizhi's lips, and said softly, "Okay, don't be angry, Xiangye is joking with you, eat it......"

Ning Baizhi forgave Chen Chao at this time, and then ate the snack in a big gulp, and the slag fell down the corner of her mouth.

"By the way, what's in those carriages in the back? It was also wrapped in an oilcloth, which made it mysterious. ”

After taking a sip of water and patting her chest, Ning Baizhi looked at Chen Chao and asked.

When she set out in the morning, Ning Baizhi saw that Chen Chao had instructed Hou Ji to take out many jars from the camp and put them in the carriage and wrap them in a layer of oilcloth, for fear that others would see what was inside.

And the carriage went very slowly, as if it was afraid of bumping into the jars.

Chen Chao said calmly: "Jinshan! ”

"Cut—"

Ning Baizhi curled the corners of her mouth, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, return Jinshan?" I'm not a three-year-old, so I don't believe it. ”

Chen Chao looked at Song Qingwan with a gentle gaze, "Madame believes that it is a golden mountain?" ”

Song Qingwan bowed slightly, "Believe." ”

Chen Chao looked at the little maid Yue'e again, and Yue'e hurriedly replied, "I believe it." ”

Ning Baizhi couldn't help but roll her eyes, then held Yue'e's shoulder beside her and shook it lightly, "Yue'e, how can you open your eyes and tell nonsense?" Mrs. is all in the eyes of the minister, and whatever the master says, it is right in the eyes of the lady. You say you're a little maid, what are you fooling about? ”

Yue'e pursed her lips, looked at Ning Baizhi, and blinked, "But, that's a golden mountain." ”

Syllable! Ning Baizhi slapped her head.

It's not saved, it's not saved, this little maid is not saved.

"Why, look at you and don't believe it? Do you want to make a bet with your own face? Chen Chao sat casually and looked at Ning Baizhi and said.

Ning Baizhi immediately said loudly: "Bet on it? What to bet on? Let's talk about it in advance, the stakes are too small for me to be interested. ”

Chen Chao chuckled, "Okay." ”

After thinking about it, Chen Chao said his bet, "If Benxiang wins, you will be punished for not having snacks for a month, and only eating a bowl of rice per meal." ”

"If I win, I want Xiangye to invite me to eat at the big restaurant in the capital!"

"A word?"

"It's a deal!"

Double high-five, repentance is invalid. Song Qingwan took a breath and patted Ning Baizhi's head gently, as if she was pitying this stupid girl.

People don't look stupid, so why do stupid things?

……

……

Beijing, Fan Tower.

As the largest restaurant in Beijing, it is full of people all year round.

If you want to eat at the table, you have to make a reservation in advance, and that's it, you have to wait until a month later.

Not to mention the box on the second floor of Fan Lou, which is specially prepared for the big officials and Zhu Zi nobles in the capital, and ordinary people are not qualified.

Tianzi No. 1 room.

When Chu Zhong pushed open the door of the box, he was startled by the few people sitting inside.

How did they end up here?

At the same time, in the same place, all gathered?

Chu Zhong is the king of Chu Qi, the younger brother of the emperor of Chu, and now deals with various matters of exchanges between the two countries in the territory of Daji, commonly known as an envoy and diplomat.

While Chu Zhong was surprised, the others in the box had already expected it, but they didn't expect that Chu Zhong would be the last to arrive.

"Brother Chu, if you're late, you'll be punished with three cups!"

"Good good ......"

Chu Zhong took the cup, suffocated three cups in one go, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and finally he turned the cup mouth down, meaning that there was not a drop left.

After punishing himself with three cups, Chu Zhong casually found a place to sit down, and his eyes swept over the faces of the other people in the box one by one.

Sitting beside him, it was the envoy of Wu who poured himself wine just now, wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, middle-aged, named Wu Quanqing.

Wu and Chu are on the south bank of the Great River, the relationship between the two countries has always been good, and the two are doing things in the same territory, so in private, the two are often called brothers.

The man directly opposite, with a rough appearance, strange clothes, and a furry mink hat on his head, was a Rongdi envoy, named Batur.

The position next to Batur was firmly occupied by the envoys of the Qin State, his eyes were like knives, his skin was rough, and he was called Meng Yue.

The others were envoys of some small countries, such as Dali, who was far away in the southwest and claimed to be a Buddhist country.

Another example is Goguryeo, a small country in the northeast, and Dongying, which is facing each other across the sea.

Chu Zhong twisted his eyebrows, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Envoys from all over the world gathered in Fanlou, what did he want to do?

Could it be that the Great Chronicle is about to change? He has been the prime minister for ten years, and finally can't help but let Li Zhaoyang abdicate?

There are not a few people who have the same opinion as Chu Zhong.

In the box, the envoys of various countries were nervous, and they were all quietly waiting for the arrival of that person.