In the eyes of other women in Chang'an City, this man is simply sick.

Li Yue hit Zhang Yang twice with her fist to express her dissatisfaction.

When the couple returned home, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of rainwater hitting the roof was clear and pleasant.

The two aunts returned home respectively.

Li Yue sat under the oil lamp and read the book very attentively.

"It's been more than half an hour." Zhang Yang said while doing carpentry.

"Then I'll rest my eyes for a while." Li Yue closed her eyes and lay on the couch, stretching her limbs.

The rain outside has stopped leaking through the windows.

My husband’s craftsmanship is very good. After renovating the home, no matter how strong the storm is outside, the home is still warm.

Climbing to the sky is dangerous. After the experiment was successful, I no longer wanted to overlook Chang'an City. It was as if I had reached a certain level and was no longer interested in the previous goal.

Li Yue closed her eyes and whispered: "Husband, do you really want the entire Lishan Mountain?"

Zhang Yang nodded, clamped one end of the rope with homemade furniture, and then straightened the rope through the badminton racket. However, the rope escaped from the clamp again and again, which was very annoying.

"Yan Liben is such a hard-working person. He was asked to make two or three things and he still hasn't made them yet." Zhang Yang complained impatiently.

Li Yue turned over, lying on her side with her head supported by one hand and looking at her husband, "But to capture an entire Lishan Mountain, how much contribution will your husband have to make? To expand the territory?"

Zhang Yang gave up and casually threw away the rope in his hand, "I really can't put a knife on the emperor's neck to threaten him, and I can also ask for thousands of acres of land."

"How many acres of land?"

"Six thousand acres of land used to grow food should be enough for us." Zhang Yang opened the door of the house, washed his hands with a wooden bucket that collected rainwater outside the house, then poured out the rainwater and refilled the water.

"The sage said that a scholar cannot be without great perseverance. The responsibilities are heavy and the road will be long. Isn't it important to be benevolent when one considers one's responsibilities? Isn't it too far to just die after death?"

Zhang Yang yawned, "I never wanted to be a gentleman."

Li Yue's face was tangled. She said her husband has great ambitions and tenacity, but he is more concerned about himself and does not have the ambition that a scholar and gentleman should have.

My husband is indeed a very contradictory person.

Li Yue added: "I want to sleep with my husband at night."

"no."

Zhang Yang refused very decisively.

Li Yue snorted coldly and returned to her room.

The next day, it was still raining a little in the morning.

Zhang Yang hurriedly arrived in front of Chengtian Gate, and Xu Jingzong arrived just in time to open the door.

The Chengtian Gate slowly opened.

Time these days does not say that everyone can accurately tell their time to a few minutes or seconds.

Xu Jingzong always stepped on the door opening point to come to Chengtian Gate to pay homage every time, no matter how early or late, how did this guy do it?

Zhang Yang put his hands in his sleeves and walked silently.

Xu Jingzong whispered, "Secretary Zhang, it is said that Shangguan Yi's father Shangguan Hong was killed in Jiangdu."

"I know." Zhang Yang still walked expressionlessly.

When I came to the morning class, the morning morning session would still start at the old time.

Li Shimin listened to the explanations of the civil servants from various ministries and looked at Zhang Yang who was in the court class.

The kid closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He swayed from time to time and straightened his body. It was obvious that he was sleeping.

The court also inquired about Zhang Yang's origins. Due to the war, he followed a group of refugees in Chang'an City starting from the Wude period.

At that time, he was independent and often ostracized by other refugees, so he has been staying in Chang'an ever since.

Zhang Yang’s background is so simple. There are many homeless people like this without identity, so checking them is very slow and troublesome.

Besides, this was still a matter of my father's generation. At that time, the civil strife in the Central Plains had not yet been settled, and refugees were not uncommon.

Li Shimin was even more surprised by Zhang Yang's age. He was only a young man. Even if a person started learning at the age of ten, the knowledge he could understand was limited, and the skills he could learn were also limited.

Numeracy, medicine, craftsmanship, and even eating.

If a person knows everything and has certain attainments, then he must be a learned person.

But if a young man in his prime has such abilities, then he is a monster.

How is it possible that a young man who has just reached his prime can still guide Li Chunfeng in numerology, and even understand the Nine Chapters of numerology, or even a higher level of numerology?

Just like Li Chunfeng's mastery of Dayan Qiu Yishu, a state of great achievement in numerology.

There was nothing important in today's morning court. The death of Turli Khan and the appeasement message to the Turks were also sent there.

The spring rain outside the hall has stopped, and the sunshine falls outside the hall.

After listening to the report on the last incident in the court, Li Shimin left the court early.

Zhang Yang followed Yan Liben and said, "Master Yan, haven't my things been cast yet?"

Yan Liben stroked his beard and smiled awkwardly, "It will still take some time."

Zhang Yang struggled and said: "If there are any problems that the Ministry of Industry cannot solve, I can also help."

"That's not the case. Please wait a little longer, Mr. Zhang."

"Then I'll wait."

Yan Liben looked solemn and hurried back to the office of the Ministry of Industry.

Qin Qiong brought Yuchi Gong to his mansion.

Seeing Qin Qiong wielding a horizontal sword, Yuchi said respectfully.

After dancing for a while, Qin Qiong put away the horizontal knife in his hand and handed it to Yu Chigong.

Yuchi Gong looked at the blade and said in amazement: "The casting technology of this sword is superb. It is often used as a companion for swordsmen. I have seen countless knives. This sword is very particular in forging and quenching."

Qin Qiong nodded and sat down. Yuchi Gong is a man who knows how to use swords.

"This knife was a gift from the prince of Hejian County. He said he hoped that someone's condition would get better soon and that a good knife would cut off the pain."

Yuchi Gong handed the knife back.

Qin Qiong held the horizontal knife in his hand: "The handle of this knife is longer than the ordinary horizontal knife. It is easy to use, but it is not practical for cutting. People who want to cast it also have other ideas."

Yu Chigong asked in confusion: "Who made this sword?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qin Qiong still shook his head, "Li Xiaogong originally planned to find the man who made the casting, but he is no longer there. Even the old master who cast it has left Chang'an City and is now missing.

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Yuchi sighed respectfully: "What a pity."

A few birds chirped from the mansion, and the weather cleared up, and Zhuque Street outside returned to its former liveliness.

Qin Qiong whispered, "When Mr. Zhang came to the mansion and saw this horizontal sword, he looked at it intently. Maybe he also fell in love with this sword, but he just couldn't express it."

"That Minister Zhang doesn't look like someone who knows how to use a knife." Yu Chigong shook his head.

Qin Qiong put the horizontal knife on the table and said, "If his condition can get better, why not give him this knife."

Yuchi Gong slapped his thigh, "What a pity, why did this kid go to the Ministry of Rites?"

Qin Qiong also agreed, "Why did it fall into Li Xiaogong's hands?"

Both of them looked sad and drank all the wine in their glasses.

When Zhang Yang returned home, Li Yue was digging the yard of his home with his two aunts.

Many pits were dug, and coins were placed in them.

Li Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My husband is back."

Zhang Yang said in surprise: "Is our house going to have to re-lay the foundation?"

Li Yue grinned and said: "These two days are the rainy season, and the money buried in the ground will become moldy if it gets wet. We are thinking of digging it out and shoving it again."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, "I thought we were going to lay a foundation? I was shocked."

Pulling Zhang Yang to the room and sitting down, Li Yue's face still had some mud on it, so Zhang Yang helped her wipe it off.

Li Yue smiled and said: "It will be fine soon."

Zhang Yang sat for a while and then stood up, "I'd better go make lunch first."

After crossing the small pits, Zhang Yang came to the earthen stove to cook, scooping water to wash the pot and cook.

When I looked back at the yard, I saw that the entire yard had been plowed with a layer of soil.

The daughter-in-law was speechless for a moment as to how much money she had buried at home.

The two aunts took out all the money from the pit and filled the original pit back.

Li Yue picked up some copper coins that fell on the ground and wiped them. She treated every penny very carefully.
To be continued...