"But the foreign language written on this paper is neither this foreign language nor that foreign language, but English."
Muchuan smiled sarcastically and said.
Although Bai Pang and Heizhuang couldn't remember what the two foreign languages were, they had a rough impression from the person who came back who had spoken about them several times. They were definitely not "English".
Bai Pang and Hei Zhuang suddenly stiffened, and the two pieces of paper fell to the ground.
I saw it said: "what the fu,,ck!"
The manager threw the person out and patted the non-existent dust on his hands.
"Master Mu, is this paper really written in English?
How do you pronounce this?
What does this mean?"
The steward asked curiously.
He has become interested in foreign languages recently, and he often greets people in foreign languages. Of course, he only knows two kinds, and in each of them he can only say "Have you eaten?"
Muchuan held his forehead and could only say vaguely: "Nice to meet you, I just mean I'm glad to see you."
The housekeeper was a little disappointed, why didn't he "eat it?"
However, he still deliberately recited it in his mouth, trying to remember it at once.
"There are a lot of words and it's hard to remember."
The butler shook his head and said, "Nestumitiyu" twice more, and went out.
After the housekeeper left, Muchuan opened the test paper bag, looked at a certain test paper inside, and then looked up at the name on it: Li Xiang.
He walked to the cabinet nearby, which contained the list of applicants.
He rummaged around and found that there was indeed a person named "Li Xiang" in it, but the handwriting was slightly different from the one on the test paper.
Such differences are difficult to detect without careful comparison.
However, the text in other registration information is quite different. It is estimated that Heizhuang just learned how to write his name, and did not have time to learn the rest.
Muchuan looked at the contents on the test paper and pursed his lips.
If it were ordinary impostors, such as the two just now, and if one of them was real, he wouldn't want it either.
Both of them are scheming. Who knows if they will deceive their employer when they go out to work as translators.
But since they were neither of them, and the imposter was still this person, Muchuan had to pay attention.
Muchuan put the things back to their original places, went out again, and returned the test paper bag to the household department.
Then he went to the county prince's mansion.
"Your Majesty, would you like to go to the wood market with me?"
Muchuan said.
Anyway, the prince had a free day, so he called us together.
"Master Mu still understands me. My bones have become numb this day."
The prince stretched his body, signaled to the attendants on the side to change his clothes, and then walked behind the screen.
"Why did you suddenly go to the wood market?"
The prince's voice came from behind the screen.
"Just take a look around Chang'an and find someone by the way."
Muchuan said with a smile.
"I know that Master Mu will not waste time doing useless work.
Okay, I am happy today and will be your guest!"
The prince waved his hand, looking very proud, and said loudly.
"I'll thank you so much, Your Majesty, hahaha!"
Muchuan laughed out loud at the prince's bold words.
After a while, the two of them went out.
The prince didn't like to ride in the prince's sedan when he went out. One look at the carriage showed that it was highly regulated. Wherever he went, he could only see a group of people with their heads down and motionless through the windows, which made him very uncomfortable.
So they chose a very plain carriage that the prince usually rides when going out. If they didn't look at the breed of the horse, others would think that this was just an ordinary merchant's son traveling, which is what the prince likes to see.
The two of them took a carriage and soon arrived at the wood market.
The driver reined up his horse and asked the people inside.
"Sir, are you going to Dongmou City or Ximou City?"
The prince looked at Muchuan, who lowered his head and looked at the address that the person he was looking for filled in when he first entered school.
Isn't it marked east or west?
What to do?
He asked the coachman, "Is No. 52, Nanbei Lane, Dongmou City or Ximou City?"
The driver smiled apologetically.
"Mr. Mu, this is what the people call it. This wood market is square and very large. In order to distinguish it easily, the locals separated it from Wangfu Road.
I don’t know whether No. 52, Nanbei Lane, is east or west of Wangfu Road."
Muchuan nodded. This Wangfu Road, if he guessed correctly, should mean that there is a prince's mansion in the wood market. Because of its superior geographical location or the prince's strong purchasing power, it attracted a lot of wood business and formed a large town in Chang'an City.
wood market.
As the old street of Mu City, the road in front of Wangfu Gate became the center of the entire Mu City, and Wangfu Road came into being.
In later generations, Muchuan was fortunate enough to visit Chang'an City once. At that time, the city walls of Chang'an City were already from the Ming Dynasty. The walls of the Tang Dynasty were wrapped in Ming bricks at the core and innermost part.
However, the name of East-West Wood Market still remains, but the streets and lanes have changed a lot, and even the business is no longer wood business.
"Master Mu, why don't you and my young master go around the area first and look for the younger one?"
The coachman suggested.
Before Muchuan could speak, the prince spoke:
"Okay, then thank you for your hard work."
The prince sat all the way, looking at the commotion outside the car window, and he felt itchy for a long time.
He didn't want to sit in the car and take long detours to find the address.
"Then just listen to Brother Li."
Muchuan smiled. It was his first time to visit the wood market in Datang. He would be lying if he said he was not curious.
When the prince heard him say "Brother Li", he felt very happy and smiled happily.
The driver drove the car to find a way, and Muchuan and the prince wandered around.
The wood market is called the wood market, and it is indeed a distribution center for wood.
However, the wood business is mostly manual work, so there are occasionally steamed bun shops and noodle shops that are particularly filling.
Muchuan took a general look and saw that there were people pulling wood boards, people making furniture, people carving roots, and people selling charcoal.
Everything related to wood is available here.
It was obviously the first time for the prince to see such a complete market. He looked around curiously and finally stopped in front of a wood carving shop.
"Master, your knife is not good!"
The prince spoke.
Muchuan went over and saw that a master craftsman was working on the details of a peculiar wooden root.
He was carving very hard, and every time he cut the carving, he had to use great strength. His eyes were bulging and his face was red.
When he saw the prince and Muchuan coming over, he stopped what he was doing and smiled, the wrinkles on his face revealing his vicissitudes of life.
"You two young masters don't know something. No matter how fast my sword is, it won't be able to move faster when it encounters this piece of wood."
The old master smiled and said to them.
"impossible.
Master, let me try, it will definitely be fast!"
The prince didn't believe it. He himself had often done this and that before, and he had never encountered wood that could eat a knife.
The old master smiled honestly and nodded, "You try, you try."
After saying that, he handed the knife to the prince and took another piece of wood. Judging from the material, this wood was the same as the one he just carved.