"Who can be allowed to go?" There are differences in local accents and body shapes between people in Zhenbei and people in Later Qin, and who can know everything about small places like iron shops?
Xiangli chuckled: "Sister-in-law, your grandfather's family is in Yongjing. Why are you keeping talents from such a big family?"
Ziyu's grandfather's family came from the Later Qin Dynasty. The rich poetry and calligraphy family had been entrenched in the Later Qin Dynasty for many years. Are they still afraid that local snakes can't find a blacksmith shop?
Once everything was clear, Ziyu immediately turned around and shouted to the back of the garden without saying anything: "Xiaoyou, please give us our plan for raw material collection, other auxiliary supplies, and several other product mining plans that you haven't thought of.
Bring the book."
With a click, the rockery behind the garden moved away, and Xiaoyou was already waiting there with a pile of brochures in her arms.
Walking up to Xiangli, Bei Minyou handed the mountain of books in his hand directly to Xiangli, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I finally found someone to share the burden with. I'm almost exhausted."
Ziyu is just a hands-off shopkeeper. Such a large gold and silver mine arsenal relies on him for logistics. He has already felt that he was being discouraged. Now he has surpassed the prodigy. Now Ziyu finally caught another one who can come up with ideas.
It's great that you thought of a way. It's great.
Xiangli looked at Bei Mingyou, who had a happy face, and then at Ziyu, who had a happy face, and tightened her arms around the pile of books.
She will work hard, she will try to help, and use everything she knows, knows, and can think of.
A man dies for his bosom friend. Only men are qualified to say this.
The summer wind is blowing, three cobblers are still supporting one Zhuge Liang, and Ziyu's team is expanding.
The wind blows, and the blue sky and white clouds fly.
There was a lot of drama going on in Shengjing, the town of Beijing, but the drama at Devil's Mountain had to come to an end.
"You... you guys... cough cough cough..." Bai Changtian, who looked haggard, was thrown by a big pangolin on the top of a mountain. His body was almost frozen with a layer of ice and he was shaking, but he was still awake.
Came over.
Bing'er's ice breath can wake anyone up from any powerful hallucination, but the cost of being frozen into ice is too high.
Opening his eyes, Bai Changtian looked at the arrogant-looking Ah Zi and Bing'er who didn't dare to look at him and turned her butt towards him. Bai Changtian's face turned extremely ugly for a moment.
Everything in the hallucination appeared in his mind at this time, so crazy and unbearable that it almost ruined his reputation for the rest of his life.
These hateful poisonous insects, hateful poisonous insects.
The nails of his five fingers pierced deeply into his palms. Only this kind of pain could make him hold back his frantic heart.
"Ziyu asked me to let her father go, so she let me go?" A hoarse voice sounded slowly, and Bai Changtian forced himself to stand up while supporting his almost frozen body.
Seeing this, Ah Zi snorted with disdain from her nose, while Xiao Bing, who was squatting on top of her head, nodded.
Ziyu said that as long as she hands over her father, she can let you live this time.
Bai Changtian looked at Xiaobing and nodded. At this time, a thick mocking smile flashed across his embarrassed face: "Look, you still won't kill me, Yu'er, you still won't kill me."
Damn it, there is so much nonsense. Azi raised her tail, raised her claws in the air, and flew towards Bai Changtian...
If this guy hadn't had King Ziyu's father as a hostage, he would have let him die in the devil's flower mist in an ugly manner.