There were a bunch of gifts on the ground, including a few conspicuous gift boxes and several bamboo baskets.
There were two old hens in one bamboo basket, and the remaining bamboo baskets were filled with farm vegetables.
There is also a sack at the back, which is full of bacon and sausages.
It was not time to be too public at the moment, so they put it in the alley next to it. Now they dragged Fan Dingchun away, and Fan Dingchun's eyes were straight.
"Is this really a gift for me?" Fan Dengchun asked.
Someone whispered quickly into his ear, and Fan Dengchun opened his eyes wide: "Which God of Wealth is this? Is it true or false?!"
Another person lowered his voice: "It's Mr. Zhi."
Fan Dengchun took a breath: "Is he still in Mingtai County? No, he was so generous and gave it to you? Where are the others? There was a murder at the entrance to the dojo just now."
"Wherever there is generosity given to us, the most lavish one is the area in Nanchangzhuang, followed closely by Liujiacun and Shiqiao Roadpo."
"Brother Fan, you didn't go to Nanchangzhuang to see. All the people in Nanchangzhuang are gone."
"Is there a shortage of people?" Hang Yusheng raised his eyes and looked at Fan Dengchun, "I want to resign and go to that kind of field, do you think it's okay?"
Yang Guanxian went straight to the topic and said: "Your Majesty, my girl asked me to come here because she wanted to ask the Crown Prince to accompany me to do a few things. I don't know how busy the Crown Prince is."
"ah?"
"The people in the branch say that we rely on our own hands to make a living. We can earn as much as we work. They won't give us more, and they won't take advantage of us!"
Mu Tingyu laughed and said: "No, I am not tall enough."
After everyone moved back to his room, he opened the gift boxes and found that they were all good-priced tonics.
Mu Tingyu stood up, raised his hands to straighten his hair, and then pulled his clothes flat.
Fan Dangchun had no choice but to accept it.
Looking at Hang Yusheng's expectant eyes, Fan Dengchun felt very uncomfortable. He looked at the gift box on the case: "The reason why your Excellency bought those shops is for the Ministry of Industry. Fan Dengchun will do his best for this matter.
Your Excellency, please accept these tonics first. We mourned them all day and night at You'an Hall yesterday, so please take these tonics."
After leaving Hang Yusheng's office, Fan Dangchun returned to his room with many worries.
"Yes, the mulberry households in Liujia Village are all solid craftsmen, and the tea in Nanchangzhuang is also fragrant!"
Mu Tingyu looked over and said lazily: "Is there any news about Miss Ali?"
"Is there still a shortage of people?"
"We can do it!"
"Yes!" the attendant shouted.
Fan Dengchun was flustered and said: "Sir, if this is really the case, then I should go ask Mr. Zhi about it?"
Fan Dengchun's eyes widened: "Sir, this is..."
There were too many things to show off, so he went back and asked a few of his close associates to quietly move them back through the back door.
As promised, the people of Mingtai County are full of complaints and the people are in dire straits.
"You can take this gift back with you," Fan Dengchun said. "It's all hard-earned money. It's not appropriate to give it to me with so many things."
This is going to kill your head.
Hang Yusheng sighed: "Deng Chun, you are not an outsider. I'll tell you the truth. Our Ministry of Works really can't provide the money."
Fan Dengchun packed up several gift boxes and said, "I have to go find Mr. Xiahang."
"Empty?" Fan Dengchun was surprised.
"If the construction period comes and the construction is not completed, it is the Ministry of Works that will be punished and scolded. But it is difficult for a clever woman to make a living without rice. Without silver, how can she support us in building bridges, paving roads, building walls and transporting bricks? So a few years ago, I
I asked my brother-in-law and the others... to buy at least a dozen shops among the private sector." As he said that, Hang Yusheng closed his eyes, "Now they were finally discovered and someone came to the door."
"Well, this man is really powerful. He has made arrangements for the whole village. It is said that they have all gone outside. We are going to work outside."
The Lord Hang in their mouth is Hang Yusheng, the current minister of the Ministry of Works. Because the Ministry of Works is a thorn in the emperor's side, this Lord Hang is looked down upon by the emperor almost every day. Not only is the allocation to the Ministry of Works withheld, but also his salary is also withheld. Withhold.
"My sixth uncle is from Nanchangzhuang. His wife came back last month and said that she was well-fed, well-dressed, and making a lot of money, which made her life easier!"
"Sent by Miss Ali?" Mu Tingyu immediately folded his fan and sat up, "Then what are you waiting for? Invite people in!"
"It's a pity," one person sighed, "Although Mr. Zhi is rich, he can't control the entire Mingtai County. He can only live a better life in a few villages near Xucheng."
Fan Dongchun only brought one of his men to find Hang Yusheng. At this time, the minister was sitting behind the desk in his office, wearing plain white clothes, with the word "distracted" written on his face.
Hang Yusheng lamented: "Yu Chuancai has Yu Shiling's support behind him, so he can't avoid being confiscated and punished. But I, the thorn in the emperor's eye... wait until spring, I have to find a way to survive and leave Hejing!"
"Yes, that guy has a lot of opportunities outside. If you can help me connect with this line, I will be very grateful!"
This demeanor is quite leisurely, but not leisurely at all.
Fan Dengchun looked at them, and when he said "We can do it!" just now, he seemed to see light in the eyes of his childhood playmate.
Hang Yusheng looked at the medicine on the table, was silent, and said, "You said Nanchangzhuang is in Xucheng, Mingtai County?"
Now, where can I find someone?
At the same time, Mu Tingyu was sitting in the courtyard under the overcast sky, waving his fan in the strong wind, looking up at the dark cloudy sky, feeling the same confusion in his heart, where to find someone.
Several subordinates around him started to praise him, saying that it was because Fan Dengchun was a good person that his brother still remembered him after he became famous.
"Um."
"Deng Chun knows this."
At that time, Huiping Pawnshop had studied the young prince of Rongguo Duke's palace. He had a bad temper, was ruthless, had a gloomy and perverse temperament, was extremely womanizing, and was very easy to do.
Hey, she is indeed Mrs. Xia.
Looking up and seeing Mu Tingyu, Yang Guanxian's smile became even brighter, and he stepped forward and said, "Young Prince Mu, I have seen him before."
Fan Dengchun was puzzled: "Then you haven't thought about why he is so nice to you?"
And this kind of spirit was completely different from the faces he had just seen on the street.
"That's pretty much it," the attendant pointed outside, "here comes a fat man who calls himself Yang and says he belongs to Miss A Li."
"Yes, Brother Fan, just accept it. My father said that the last time he went to Hejing to beg an official to kneel in the sky, you arranged an inn for him and took care of him all the way. You have to accept these no matter what. Otherwise he will beat me to death."
"Oh," Yang Guanxian looked him up and down, "Prince Mu is indeed as handsome and graceful as the rumors say."
Fan Dengchun didn't know whether what they said was true or false, and was stunned for a while.
The entourage hurried in from outside: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"Mr. Yang is polite." Mu Tingyu said politely.
"……ah?"
This smile is sincere now, and there is no pressure at all when teasing oneself. Could it be that this transformation... was made by Miss A Li?
Thinking of Mr. Li mentioned by the two fellow villagers, Fan Dengchun suddenly felt regretful that he didn't ask more questions at that time, nor did he ask them what they were doing in the city.
One of the subordinates said: "Yes, the news of us moving in has been seen to some extent. We must first go to honor Mr. Hang."
"Yes, just accept it!"
Fan Zhongchun said exactly what the two fellow villagers said to him, and put the gift box in his hand on the desk and pushed it away: "Sir, you have been working the hardest these days. I will give you these tonics."
They were all honest and simple country people, and it was the first time that Fan Dengchun saw them so energetic.
Yang Guanxian was a little surprised and raised his eyebrows.
"We can't take this back with us. We went into the city with Mr. Li and the others. These things can only be transported in after being loaded on pallets and carts. It's impossible to take them out."
The entourage came back soon, and the person following him was indeed quite mellow. He walked slowly and leisurely with his hands behind his back, looking around at the flowers and trees in his house, with a satisfied smile on his plump face.
When he looked back at the great gift in front of him, the chicken was still clucking. It was alive and not a fake chicken.
"I'm not busy," Mu Tingyu said quickly, "As long as Miss Ah Li speaks, all the big things in my hands can be thrown away! No, no, there are no big things at all. Miss Ah Li is my God!"
Yang Guanxian paused and muttered: "That's really... my God."
How did he become like this!
Mu Tingyu said: "Mr. Yang, what is the matter?"
"Oh, grab the money," Yang Guanxian said, "Go and rob a woman named Shu Yuezhen. My girl said that you have to get at least 200,000 taels back."
Mu Tingyu's eyes lit up: "What do you think we are doing? I love doing this, let's go!"
