Cheng Yaojin was born as a horse, and his style was full of decisive behavior. The Cheng family and his son were impatient. After discussing industrial cooperation, they rushed back to Chang'an overnight. In the early morning of the next day, it was still dark, and Cheng Chumo returned to Tianjiazhuang.

This guy brought more than a hundred servants, dozens of tiles and craftsmen, and a large group of people were bright and torches, making noises like a Japanese entering a village, which was shocked by the Tianjiazhuang.

"Brother, stop sleeping, get up and start work!" This guy rushed straight into the house, lifting Han Yue, who was sleeping soundly, out of the quilt, and yelled at him with a big mouth.

"Start work? What kind of work?" Han Yue looked sleepy and confused. He was half asleep and half awake now, and his head was still a little confused.

"What kind of work is started? Build a workshop!" Cheng Chumo glared at the ox: "I promised last night that Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui and the high wine workshop will be built in your Tianjiazhuang. I said, brother, you may not have amnesia, you have forgotten it in the middle of the night? It's hard for me to come here early in the morning..."

"Early early in the morning?" Han Yue looked at the sky blankly, very nice, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the paint is as color as ink. If you are not wrong, you will be at most 5 o'clock. Look at the craftsmen, and everyone is yawning, each with a pair of panda eyes, and a few of them with slightly bigger tempers are cursing.

Needless to think about it, these craftsmen were pulled out of the bed by Cheng Chumo, and the employment process was probably not harmonious.

"It's still early, I'll sleep for a while." Han Yue yawned for a long time, sleepy and sleepy. He was so tired these days that he didn't care about complaining about Cheng Chumo. He went to the pillow and snore suddenly.

"Where can you sleep? Get up..."

"Stop making trouble, it's not dawn!" Han Yue murmured, turned over and continued to sleep.

Cheng Chumo became angry: "Is he unwilling to get up, right? I dare to stay in bed in front of my brother, wait for me." The guy looked angry and ran to the water tank in the corner of the house and reached out to scoop out a scoop of cold water. He turned back to the bed and laughed wildly, and fell into the quilt.

The well water was cold and the body was sore and refreshed. The water flowed down three thousand feet. Han Yue shivered and suddenly lost his sleepiness.

"Fuck, it's true that the whole family doesn't enter the family. Whoever dares to say that this guy is not Cheng Yaojin's son in the future, I will turn against him immediately."

While sleeping soundly, cold water suddenly splashed on his face. The anger was indescribable. Han Yue was furious and didn't want to wave his hand and hit Cheng Chumo's face directly.

Very good, close enough to get a beautiful eye-sealing hammer.

Cheng Chumo was grinning wildly, not wanting to be attacked suddenly. Anyone who had been hit by the eye-blocking hammer knew that this hand was a painful and heart-wrenching pain. The next moment, Cheng Chumo let out an unpleasant scream like a pig killing, and his eyes soon swelled.

"Hmph, you think you are your father, and I dare not fight back if you make trouble..." Han Yue rolled up his sleeves proudly, ignoring all his words were all grammatical...

...

I was splashed with cold water on the fifth day of the day, so I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I would do some serious business and start work.

Han Yue sneezed, Cheng Chumo rubbed his eyes, and one of the two brothers was hit by the eyebrow, and the other was in the forefront. Brothers looked at each other, snorted coldly, and cursed at the same time, "Fuck."

Unfortunately, they have become brothers, and they can make small fuss, but they can't really turn against each other. The two of them cursed and then stood arm around and led the craftsmen No. 100 to prepare for the start of work.

Building a workshop is simple.

Tianjiazhuang is close to the Wei River, and there are a lot of wasteland by the river. Just choose a good terrain, then circle a few acres and then report to the county government. After paying enough money to buy the land, as long as you don’t rebel, who cares what you build on it?

Originally, when Han Yue was awarded the title, there were 300 acres of land granted, but for some reason, two months passed. Not only did he not see the sect's mansion coming to issue the title, but even the little official who gave the field was hard to find.

This matter is strange. I guess he is still dissatisfied with Li Shimin's family making trouble in secret. Cheng Yaojin agreed to ask when he was leaving last night. If an old gangster takes action, Han Yue was not worried that what he deserved would grow wings and fly.

It is estimated that Cijue and Zuotian will be able to come down soon, but the distance cannot quench the near thirst. The Cheng family was eager to build a workshop and could only buy land.

Old Cheng had expected this, so he specially sent a Feng Shui master who knew how to steer the geography to follow the team. The two brothers came to the riverside. Han Yue wanted to test him, so he casually pointed to a wasteland for this person to check it out.

I don’t know if this guy really understands or fools him. He ran away like a compass chasing a dog for a long time. Suddenly he laughed at the sky and praised: “Marquis of Jingyang is really a lucky person. He pointed to a piece of land casually, and it turned out to be a good Pixiu. Haha, it’s hard to build a workshop and do industry on it…”

"Damn it, it's true? Pixiu opens its mouth, isn't it just entering and not leaving? And the terrain is still there?" Han Yue was dumbfounded. Seeing that the Feng Shui master smiled, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and he always felt that he was not so down-to-earth.

Cheng Chumo is a practical person. He waved his hand and shouted at the craftsmen and servants, "What are you waiting for? Let me move you. Before dawn, I will see the workshop take shape..."

"Before dawn? The workshop is formed? You are the gods who are all gods..." The craftsmen looked at each other, rolled their eyes together, and cursed.

Han Yue was also very thundered. He looked up at the sky and found that the east was slightly white, and there was only half an hour before dawn. Then he looked down at the ground. There were weeds and rocks, and there were ten acres. Just this piece of land, which took half a day to level it up in later generations. How thick should this guy have to say what the workshop was before dawn?

But Cheng Chumo was completely embarrassed, staring at Wu Liuxuqing's two cow eyes and transforming into the second in command, urging the craftsmen to start work like a dog.

"Hurry up, hurry up, why are you standing there? Are you looking for a slap..."

Han Yue pulled him and whispered: "Brother, I know you are anxious about industry, but as the saying goes, you have to eat at a glance and build the house slowly. It would be good if we can lay the foundation of the workshop today. This is a courtyard covering an area of ​​ten acres. No matter how many people you bring, it will take ten days to complete the work, because of the idle work..."

Ten days?

Idle work?

"shit!"

Cheng Chumo glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Your Majesty only takes a few days to build an imperial palace. If my Cheng family builds a workshop for ten days, wouldn't it be a joke? Brother, don't be afraid, one day is enough to have a brother supervising the worker."

"I'll go to yours. Can you die if you don't brag? Your Majesty can only build a palace for a few days, and the tofu project is not so fast. Will Li Shimin dare to live?"

Han Yue rolled his eyes, and saw that he was proud and fired fireworks. He looked at the craftsmen around him and pointed at him and laughed at him. He quietly retreated and pretended not to know this guy...

...

Chang'an, Wang's family, back garden pavilion.

Wang Lingyun held an ancient book left and right, holding a white piece in his right hand, with a leisurely expression on his face, staring at the chess face, playing chess with himself.

The chessboard was 19 ways, and the black and white boys were hard to distinguish, as if the black boys were gradually becoming a big dragon, and the white boys also had a sudden appearance. Wang Xun next to him had been confused by the chess path and was covered in sweat.

Under the pavilion, a black-clothed dead man was kneeling on one knee. Although the sun was fierce and the sun made him dizzy, the man's body was motionless and he just knelt there for half an hour, quietly waiting for his master to inquire...

...

"What is the current situation of what you are watching?" Finally, Wang Lingyun seemed to remember him and asked indifferently.

The man in black looked calm and replied respectfully: "Young Master Qi, Tianjiazhuang is still demolishing houses. The man in Jingyang County stayed in the village all day and there was no strange phenomenon."

"Is that all?"

"Yesterday, Cheng Yaojin took his eldest son Cheng Chumo to Tianjiazhuang and returned late at night..."

Wang Lingyun said softly, as if he was a little surprised: "Can you know what's going on?"

The man in black replied with his hands down: "The spy dares not approach the eavesdropping, it is difficult to find out the reason for the time being!"

Wang Xun said on the side: "Brother, are they also going to grab the secret recipe? Cheng Yaojin is not easy to deal with. If the secret recipe is succeeded by the Cheng family, it will be troublesome."

"Chen family..." Wang Lingyun said lightly, suddenly smiled softly, and the white piece in his hand slowly fell to the chessboard.
Chapter completed!