Without answering Ning Shi's question, Li Tianyi said directly: "I want to ask you to do something, I will pay enough to buy a house." ”

Without waiting for Ning Shi to refuse, Li Tianyi continued: "I know that you are a sword cultivator, I have seen you write once in the past few days, and I want to ask you to help me write 200,000 names." ”

"To be precise, it should be lettering, carving on stone. ”

"One word, ten cents. ”

"200,000 names, conservatively estimated at about 500,000 words, can earn 5,000 copper coins after carving, equivalent to 5,000 taels of silver. ”

"Today is the tenth day of the lunar month, and Chinese New Year's Eve is finished. ”

"Do it or not?"

Li Tianyi made his requirements, the remuneration he could give, and the time limit all clear in one breath.

Ning Shi could naturally calculate the difficulty of this, but this was not the most important thing, he asked, "Whose name is it?"

Li Tianyi did not hide it: "The soldiers of the Tang Kingdom who died in the Fallen Horse Grassland." ”

Ning Shi was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Where to engrave?"

Li Tianyi did not hide it: "Suishan Mountain, the Imperial Tomb." ”

Ning Shi continued to ask: "Carving a tombstone for the dead? One tablet for one person? ”

Li Tianyi shook his head: "200,000 people carved together, I will help you choose a good place." ”

It is common for soldiers to die on the battlefield, and it is the duty of soldiers. But whoever has a family member dies, who will go to erect a monument, erect a monument for others, and erect a monument for 200,000 people, which is still rare.

What if you don't stand?

The book given by Xu Lianmu to Li Tianyi was privately obtained by Jinyiwei, and there was no book made public, and the people knew that many soldiers died in the fallen horse grassland, but naturally some soldiers could be spared, and everyone hoped that their family was lucky.

The military department also has a copy of this roster, but the general Fei Nanhui does not agree to publish it, and the queen mother does not agree, so no one can see it.

If no one sees it, no one will erect a monument, and without a monument it is a ghost and a wild ghost, and there is not even a home. Li Tianyi is the king of the Tang Kingdom, and he has no ability to stop it, so he will find a way to carve it himself.

Ning Shi thought for a moment, and finally asked, "What do you use to guarantee that you are not a liar?"

Li Tianyi smiled slightly: "I brought a box of books, as well as a deposit of one thousand taels, and when the time is over, I will naturally give you the remaining four thousand taels." ”

"Real money is my guarantee to you. ”

......

Life is made up of a series of impermanence, no one will be the same fate, but no one will be a separate fate, the world is made up of countless lines of fate entangled and intertwined, and finally formed this colorful world.

No one would have thought that Ning Shi only sold wontons a few times in the innermost part of Yonghuan Fang, and his line of fate intersected with Li Tianyi, and then began to entangle.

The house where more than a dozen teenagers lived in Ning was to be taken away.

They are most likely to sleep on the streets.

They need money.

Then, Li Tianyi knocked on the door late at night and sent him a deal, lettering, ten cents per word, 500,000 words, 5,000 taels of silver, and gave him a deposit of 1,000 taels.

Ning Shi is now poor and white, he knows very well that he has nothing to deceive, except that he is a fairly good sword cultivator, but that cat is not better than himself?

Li Tianyi dared to give himself a thousand taels directly, didn't he just feel that he couldn't run!

This deal, can you take it?

Ning Shi thought about it, but there was only one answer, lack of money, that was a real lack of money. There is no reason not to accept the money sent to the door, and it is not murder and arson.

Xu Shumu left the wooden box and 1,000 taels of silver, and gave Ning Shiyi a map, a map of the Emperor's Mausoleum in Suishan, which clearly marked how to enter, how to get out, and where to engrave.

The labeling is clear.

After Li Tianyi left, Ning Shi moved the wooden box to the hall, and then put the small box of silver on the table: "Blue bird, sashimi, and spring night, you will accompany me to find the house tomorrow." ”

Ye Qingniao yawned: "Rent a house to live?"

Ning Shi: "Don't rent, buy, buy a home for us." ”

Chen Yusheng was sleepy-eyed: "We don't have so much money, and it costs one hundred and eighty taels to buy a house, which is the price in Yonghuan Fang, and other shops are even more expensive." ”

Ning Shi: "Is one thousand taels enough?"

Chen Yusheng: "It's enough, the key is that it's not ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Shi raised his hand and lifted the small box, and the bright and clear big silver ingot code was neat.

Chen Yusheng's eyes widened instantly: "Money!"

Ye Qingniao's yawn was gone: "Money!"

After all, Lin Zhuheng was a few years older, and frowned: "You robbed?"

Ning Shi glared at Lin Zhuheng: "You just robbed, I took a deal, engraved words, ten cents per word, before Chinese New Year's Eve, after carving 500,000 words, 5,000 taels of silver can be in hand, this is a deposit." ”

Chen Yusheng said unconvinced: "Why don't you look for me, my words are more beautiful than yours." ”

Ning Shi: "It's not writing, it's carving, carving on stone." I'm a sword cultivator, but you're proficient in spells, are you sure you can carve 500,000 words?"

Chen Yusheng looked at his palm with fine skin and tender flesh, and didn't speak again, just in terms of the strength of his body and the accuracy of his wrist, he was indeed inferior to Ning Shi.

Carving words on stone is a lot of work.

According to conservative estimates, 500,000 words will have to be carved with at least 50 iron swords.

The next day, packing their bags and moving the wonton stall, a few teenagers left the house where the middle-aged man gave them a temporary stay, and Ning Shi cleaned it inside and out when he left.

We must pay attention to our work, and we must have a beginning and an end.

The wonton stall still has to come out, Lin Zhuheng took Lu Yan and Xia Pingfan to take care of it, the three teenagers packed the tickets, it must be no problem, and Ning Shi took the rest of the people to Luoyang City to look around to find out if there was a suitable place.

The war in the north is said to have been fought inextricably, the sixteen states of Youyun have lost three states, countless Li people have gone all the way south from the north, and many people in Luoyang, the capital of the gods, have naturally poured in.

The people who go south from the north, there are the poor, and naturally there are also the rich, all of them are dragging their families with their families, and they definitely need to live in a house. I don't know if I don't ask, but when I ask, I found out that in just over half a decade, the price of the house in Shendu alone has increased several times.

The house that can be won by a hundred taels on weekdays is now a few hundred taels to be robbed.

There are many people and few houses.

The houses in Luoyang, the capital of the gods, have become fragrant buns.

Ning Shi developed the habit of slamming the door when he followed his aunt, and a thousand taels of silver was a lot, enough to buy a house, but he didn't want to be pitted, so he went around for most of the day, but he didn't find a suitable place.

Finally, look up.

I actually arrived at the door of a dilapidated inn, and I could see that the brand of this inn was Changle, the attic on the second floor, the location was the southwest corner of Luoyang City, not too far from Yonghuanfang, and there was a word for sale written on the sealed door panel, and a line of address was written below.

Memories come flooding back.