The desert is filled with smoke, the Tianshan Mountains stand, and the hot wind is like a steel knife that blows the bones, making people's skin dry and cracked.

The summer is hot and it is hard to see pedestrians, but in the northern border of the Tang Dynasty, there are eighteen riders galloping like wind and clouds, galloping rapidly.

The black hair and black helmet were shining with spears. The eighteen knights looked like water, and everyone's faces were full of fatigue. However, their speed of horse racing did not slow down at all, and the solemnity in their eyes did not decay at all.

They were injured, their war horses were thin, and their robes were damaged.

This was the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty. Seventeen of them were middle-aged men, but the first one was a young man. He carried a spear and held the reins of the horse. His whole body was like a javelin, letting the horse's four hooves fly and undulate.

From the desert to the grassland, and from the grassland to Chang'an, the road is endless, and the journey is more than a thousand miles. They have experienced the wind and sand outside the border, and have endured the dry summer of the grassland, and nothing can stop it in the water, fire, and swords and war formations.

Fight out a bloody road and go straight to Chang'an.

The picture is closer and you can take a closer look. The whirlwind-like eighteen riders are actually already trapped, and several knights are shaking, but they are persisting with a spirit of perseverance.

"The glory of my father cannot tolerate any defilement. Luo Jing'er, persist, persist, you are covered with the blood of the white horse and silver spear Luo Shixin. The revitalization of the Luo family requires your efforts."

At this moment, we realized that the leading young man was a woman dressed in a man. Her face was beautiful and her eyes were like water. Who would have thought that such a misty beauty would be surrounded by thick blood.

This is the blood and energy that comes out, and it is enough to cultivate it in the sea of ​​corpses.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was still a good age. Who knew that she had fought in all directions at night, going in and out of the Turkic horse formation, and hundreds of dead souls died under her spear.

"The glory of my father cannot be defiled, and the rise of the Luo family cannot be slackened..." This thought flashed through Luo Jinger's heart again, and she couldn't help but straighten her body on the horse's back.

"It's just a pity for the dead soldiers."

The girl's thoughts were as gentle as water. No matter how strong she was on the surface, she was still a woman in her bones. When she went to the grassland desert, there were 500 Luo family soldiers buried there, and only the last eighteen cavalry left. This pain once made Luo Jing'er close to collapse.

If she hadn't had the ambition to revitalize the Luo family, she really wanted to commit suicide in the vast grassland, and would have quietly accompanied the dead soldiers to sleep for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, she can't die yet, and she still has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. The seventeen veterans behind her need her to bear the food and clothing.

The Eighteen Cavalry are already the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty.

With a horse leaping across the mountain and looking at Chang'an from afar, Luo Jing'er didn't know whether the Tai Chi Palace was clamoring and clamoring at this time, nor did she know whether the court officials were sarcastic and disdainful. The only thing she knew was that she failed this time and after returning to Chang'an, the Luo family would face a storm-like blow.

This time he went out to fight privately and was not a government dispatch. Although the Luo family army crossed the desert grasslands, they did not get the result they deserved, but instead ended up being wiped out by the entire army.

Luo Jing'er could foresee her punishment, and the Luo family would be deprived of her title, leaving only her life.

People are in love, but people are in love, and they are not as good as their father. Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor will not give mercy outside the law, and the courtiers will not give timely help.

Qin Qiong's cousin may take care of him, but that would not revitalize the Luo family.

"Father, what else can I do..."

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The big roc has risen on the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles. Han Yue's mosquito coil industry has become very prosperous these days.

Aunt Tian is indeed a good job in work. In addition, Doudou, a hardworking little bee, two women, one big and one small, cut mugwort and mosquito coils every day. The daily production is enough for tens of thousands of dishes, which far exceeds Han Yue's budget.

Of course, this surge in output is inseparable from his later invention.

It is said to be an invention, but it is worthless to put it bluntly. It just makes a simple mold, then fills the mugwort medicinal paste mixed with clay, and then pushes it to the ground. A plate of mosquito coils is suddenly generated, which is more beautiful than hand-rubbed...

Otherwise, what if machinery is the primary productivity?

As for sales, there was no cold situation that Han Yue was worried about at all.

The mosquito coil was quickly recognized by the market on the first day of its launch. The smoke-free effect and burn-resistant level account for most of the reasons, and the cheap price is also a major advantage.

Every morning, Uncle Tian took eight men to set off, some went to the market, some went to Chang'an, and some went to the landlord's doorstep. In short, it fully utilized the essence of guerrilla warfare and quickly promoted new things like mosquito coils around.

Han Yue’s price of mosquito coils is really not expensive. It costs a penny per plate, but it can be spent overnight. There is no smoke, but only a faint fragrance of medicine. How can such good and cheap things be sold well? Don’t forget that a bowl of noodles costs two big money in Chang'an City.

In just ten days, my income exceeded 100,000 yuan. After deducting the expenses, Uncle Tian’s share of his salary, the family earned 80,000 yuan.

Someone is asking, if you only have 100,000 revenue, how can you get 80,000 yuan? Isn’t this nonsense? Do you want to deceive readers who are not from professional accounting?

The main reason is that Aunt Tian was frightened by the rush of income. She did not dare to agree to the 50,000 yuan in the end. As for the decision of the shrewd woman in the family, Uncle Tian certainly did not dare to question, but in fact he was also frightened.

"I don't want to give money. Aunt Tian is such a good person!" Han Yueyangtian sighed, subconsciously forgot the deep hatred that Aunt Tian had called him a bastard.

There were 80,000 copper coins, and a large cabinet was filled with a large cabinet. At Xiao Doudou's strong request, Han Yue decided to organize the property.

He finally found a little bit of money and counting it so much that people were cramping.

Everyone, if you see clearly, it is a person's cramps, not a hand cramp.

"Damn it, who has set the bad rules? If I know, I must beat you to death." Mr. Han held a hemp rope in his hand, looking at the sky speechlessly.

Xiao Doudou was busy working happily there. He smiled sweetly when he heard this and said inspiration: "My husband, hurry up and wear money, hurry up and wear money, it is easy to use it if it is used to do money."

It turns out that there is no big deal in the ancient currency measurement unit. For example, if you go to the market to buy some small things on weekdays, it doesn’t matter if you spend ten or eight cents. But once the money exceeds eight hundred, you must be stringed together with a rope and counted as a permanent money, which is also called a hanging of money.

That's right, 800 cents is a one-man, not a one-man. This involves a conflict between the people's default and the official's value. All dynasties have stipulated that the money must be one-man, but the common people have a little cleverness, so I just wear 800 cents. The whole world does this. Even if the emperor is not convinced, hum, he can only stare at him.

In fact, even when the imperial court used money, the expenses were paid out by 800 people. As the saying goes, 800 people and 800 people are all from here.

Counting money is something that everyone loves, but if you want to have someone tie it up one by one with a rope, it would be a painful job. However, you can't just deal with others in this kind of thing, and you have to do it yourself.

This is exactly what Han Yue’s anger comes from.

In ancient times, the casting process of copper coins was not high, and the small square hole in the middle was very narrow. In order to ensure that the string of coins worn out was durable, the rope was rubbed very thickly.

Why do you say that? You are a little guy and want to go in and out, hum, unless you are hard enough.

Looking at a large box of copper coins, it was shining in color and heavy. The square hole in the middle was just like the secret passage opened by the Pengmen now, and it was beautiful and charming.

Look at the hemp rope that was rubbed in your hand. It was soft and not a little bit, sometimes thick and sometimes thin. The feeling of being unable to penetrate it after a long time is even worse than the dick of the 70-year-old man.

Only friends who often take small blue pills but still don’t lift them can understand this kind of discomfort of being too determined but not being able to do so.

"I'm not doing it anymore." Han Yue finally got annoyed. He threw his hands and groaned, shouting: "Doudou, stop making mosquito coils, come and spend money."

"Don't mess around, my husband, I have to work!"

"Hmph, if you like to wear it, it hurts my waist and you need to go out for a walk!"

"The waist hurts again?" The little loli looked at him suspiciously, trying to find signs of laziness on Han Yue's face. After watching for a long time, he finally felt sorry for his husband and had to give up his work and spend money.

"That's right! What a good girl..." Han Yue smiled, got up and was afraid of the dust on his butt, and touched the little girl's head and said, "Do it well, I'll come back to check it when it's dark."

After saying that, Yangyang went out proudly and walked around with his hands behind his back.

"Honey, where are you going?" The little girl looked at his back and asked from afar.

"Didn't you say it? My back hurts, go out for a walk!"

"Oh!" This is the best thing for the good girl. Whatever her husband says is, even if he knows that he is lazy, he will feel that it is natural.

"My husband found that the mosquito coils are so tired, so it's time to take a good rest..."

Xiao Doudou thought about this, but she kept stopping and happily began to string money together.

Aunt Tian suddenly came over, his face full of mysteriousness, and he said, "Doudou, it's no small matter for his third uncle to have a back pain. A woman's head and a man's waist..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually muttered, and the little girl's face was slowly covered with red clouds.

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As the saying goes, what a rich scenery is like if you have a wealthy man around you and ride a crane to Yangzhou.

When the family has money, the waist will naturally become hard.

"Oh my sister, kiss your mouth..." Han Yue Shiran left the house, humming untuned little songs along the way. When he met a fight between cats and dogs, he went up and kicked him. When he saw a child having fun, he went up and slapped him. He felt relaxed all over and was very uncomfortable in life.

During this period, I met several villagers, all of whom nodded and bowed with respect, and they completely lost their usual attitude of glaring.

Han Yue would not be arrogant when it comes to the villagers. The poor are just stupid and stupid. They can only be foolish when they are rich, and they are still very important for harmonious neighborhood relations.

I wandered around aimlessly and gradually came to the village entrance.

Looking around, I saw the sky high and the clouds wide and the fields were everywhere. Several little kids chasing him were laughing and fighting, and there were villagers who came over to talk to him and hesitated. An indescribable feeling arose.

Hey, this situation, how can I not let my husband pretend to be a thug?

Recalling the pretenders described in the book, Han Yue couldn't help but imitate them.

Well, you have to stand with your hands behind your back, and then look up at the sky. This is not enough. You must have a poem in your mouth. Just hoe the rice and the sun is noon. After all, it occupies the word "sun", which is close to the rural atmosphere.

Cleared my throat, found a correct adjustment, and then started to chant.

When the sun is hoeing, sweat drips into the soil.

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard.

Suddenly, the surroundings were silent!

No matter which dynasty or dynasty, scholars are high-end, elegant and upscale in the eyes of villagers, let alone writing poetry? At this moment, even the little kids who were fighting silently silenced and dared not speak.

"Hehe, this is what you want..."

Han Yue finally found the pleasure of pretending. He felt that after a poem, he should be considered to be full and independent, support the breeze and free and easy, and had a momentum where everyone was drunk and I was awake.

Regardless of whether you copied it or not, this is so cool to pretend, fresh, unrestrained, refreshing and full of energy.

Grandma couldn't help it anymore, and I wanted to do it again.

Looking at the villagers' longing and then looking at the children's surprise, Han Yue finally couldn't bear it and broke a branch, laughed a long time ago, and said, "Everyone is close to me, let's watch me make a song with my sword, and chant another song."

As soon as the branch waved, he cleverly put it in a fancy way, jumped into the middle of the road and began to have fun. As for what kind of way can be used as a sword with a branch, he himself is unknown.

But there were some applauses. Several villagers applauded desperately, and the little kids followed with laughter, which made the old pretender even more proud.

At this moment, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the summer breeze was whispering. But I saw a handsome young man holding a branch in his hand, waving like thunder and wind, and his whole body was twitching excitedly, as if he had started to dance again after he had knocked medicine, and he seemed more and more cheerful.

No one noticed that dust was flying in the distance, and someone whipped the horse and rushed towards him.

"The guy in front should dodge quickly, we can't hold back..." A crisp voice came urgently, and Han Yue was stunned. He just pretended to be a show of trouble. What's the situation?

Fortunately, the horse's hooves were almost stopped, and the Knight's skills were still very good.

Unfortunately, the old pretender Han Sanye dodged a little slowly. Although the knight stopped the horse, he was still knocked out and fell into the grass on the side of the road.

"Damn it, it's only three seconds to be handsome. Is this the victim of the Datang version of the car accident? Please wait for me for the driver..."
Chapter completed!