"Young Master, there are too many customers today, and the curfew has not been sold out."

Fangjiazhuang said excitedly.

He drove out of the city before the curfew and came to report the accounts to Fang Yiai. He couldn't help but express his respect as he said, "Fortunately, you have already brought up some small ones and prepared a lineup sign in advance, otherwise you would be afraid that you would not be able to drive them away until now."

After just finishing the business, Fang Da's face turned cold and said, "Young Master, there are several groups of people who stock up on new tea. The price doubled when they turn around!"

Speaking of this, Fang Da looked distressed when he saw a large sum of money and left him, so he persuaded him.

"It's okay, we can't eat alone."

Fang Yiai is generous and looks down on this little money. "They can't make much money, and in just one or two days, the passenger flow will return to normal in the future. Our goods are enough to saturate the Chang'an market. Unless they sell it to other places, they will only be smashed into their own hands."

"We are out of reach outside. When we finish this period of time, you can talk about some distributors and leave them to do the things from other places."

"promise."

"By the way, I will give Qingque a account book directly in the future, so there is no need to report it to me every day." Fang Yiai's lazy cancer attacked again and began to assign tasks to the outside, just assigning homework to the fat man.

...

"Xuanling, your farm is so lively."

Outside Fangjiazhuang, looking at the bustling village, the people were all full of energy, and Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh.

Last time I went to the Lishan Palace, I just glanced at it from afar. This time I came to Fangjiazhuang specifically. Fang Yi fell in love with the secret comments and said that the movable type printing technique was created, and today I came here for this.

Li Shimin brought Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, and two close friends by his side.

Yes, there is also the bodyguard Li Junxian.

A small hill behind the farm was originally a lush hill, with a bald roof, and red buildings were slowly built. At the end of the wind outlet of the village, there were several large chimneys rolling white smoke.

The farmers in the village were in a hurry, and everyone had bright smiles on their faces. When they were tired of doing things, they wiped their sweat. When they looked at the mountain, the red brick school was built, and they immediately became full of energy again.

"It's all children who are trying hard, I have to ask about it before I can..."

Fang Xuanling smiled ashamed, feeling a little relieved, and her son finally had a future.

"I haven't come for a while, and the changes in this village are really big."

The last time Changsun Wuji came back, it was the time when Zhenguan plowed. During this period, Fangjiazhuang had earth-shaking changes.

"I heard that Fang Yiai wants to build a school to teach students for free." Changsun Wuji pointed to the hill and the red building under construction and asked, "That's the newly built school, right? It's quite grand."

"good."

"This mallet finally did a good thing."

Li Shimin emphasized that he had a lot of opinions about Fang Yiai, and even praise him had a bit of temper.

Fang Xuanling laughed and turned into a sigh, "This rebellious son is too capable of causing trouble. Thanks to His Majesty's magnanimity and he has not punished the rebellious son."

"No need to say Xuanling, it's because the two children are not destined to be together, so there is no need to mention this matter."

Li Shimin waved his hand, and for Fang Xuanling's sake, he no longer cared about breaking the engagement, and then joked: "If he doesn't cause trouble, I'll find it strange."

A group of four people arrived at Fang Mansion in diameter.

"How is Mr. Wenji? Is it more comfortable than being in the palace?"

As soon as Li Shimin approached the inner house, he heard this sentence. He glanced at Changsun Wuji and heard the sound. This sentence came from Changsun Chong.

He was curious and puzzled, so he stopped and listened to what he said.

"Sir, try this tea. This is Longjing in the Ming Dynasty. It is the oldest 18 tea trees at the foot of Shifeng Mountain in West Lake. It has the best quality. The small one told you quietly that you don't even have to drink in the palace. Hehe..."

Li Shimin's face suddenly turned dark. This sentence was said by Fang Yiai. His so-called quietness was not small at all, and even had the smell of showing off.

Fang Xuanling was furious and was about to go in and deal with the rebellious son, but was stopped by Li Shimin. Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "Let me listen again and see what else they say."

Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling looked at each other, sweating for the two guys in the yard, hoping not to say anything again.

Changsun Chong was so excited that Li Gang and others could come, and he was more excited than before.

Fang Yiai was because things had been settled and there was no room for reversal. He chose to accept reality. A great scholar like Li Gang who could come to a small temple like ours would be a compliment.

We must take care of others when they give them face.

He naturally treated Li Gang very favorably, so he and Changsun Chong served Li Gang carefully, "How is it, isn't it good? This is something else, there is nothing to drink. You'll come here right when you're here all the time."

Now, Li Shimin understood that he was poaching his own secrets with these two guys.

Yesterday, Li Gang had already submitted his resignation, but Li Shimin did not approve it. He still trusted Li Gang and hoped to continue teaching the prince. Now that he heard the two of them, he naturally looked at him with no good face.

"I don't know what kind of tea I've even drunk."

A leisurely voice sounded, and Li Shimin suddenly appeared behind him.

The two of them, who were showing their ardent feelings, froze when they heard this voice, and their bodies froze. They were still smiling and turned into a crying face.

"How can you hear it wrong, Your Majesty."

Fang Yiai is more experienced than Changsun Chong for this kind of emergency and reacts faster. He immediately denied it with a serious look on his face.

The end result was that there was a footprint on one person's butt, and Li Shimin swept all the treasures of the rain-front Longjing like a bandit.

Fang Yiai had a bitter face and had to comfort herself, "It's okay, there are other rare teas."

After Li Shimin taught two juniors a lesson, he turned around and advised Li Gang with kind words. He respected Li Gang very much. "Mr. Wen Ji, you can't leave. The prince is still young, so you need more teaching."

"Thank you for your kindness! I have been feeling unwell recently, and I am afraid that the prince will be unable to do anything, so I want to come to this farm to support my elderly care and teach my children in my spare time."

Li Gang was so grateful, but his attitude was still firm.

"Oh! That's fine, I'm sure!"

Li Shimin looked at him for a while, finally sighed, chose to let him go, and then persuaded affectionately: "Mr. Wenji should take care of himself, you are a treasure of the Tang Dynasty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Then, Li Shimin ordered Fang Yiai: "Take good care of Mr. Wenji, otherwise I will ask you!"

Fang Xuanling was surprised and looked at his son, and was puzzled. What kind of magic does his son have to keep Li Gang on the village.
Chapter completed!