Although he was extremely dissatisfied with Cheng Yaojin, Li Chunfeng also knew that there was nothing he could do with this old killer, so he could only glare at him bitterly, then ignored him, walked up to Fang Jun, and held Fang Jun's hand affectionately: "Erlang
,meet again……"
Touching hands when meeting each other is such a bad habit...
Fang Jun endured the cold feeling in his heart, pulled his hand back without leaving a trace, put it behind his back and rubbed it, and said with a false smile: "Haha, haha! Yes, I haven't seen Daochang Li for a long time. It's really a day since I last saw him.
It’s been three autumns…”
The bull-nosed person in front of him is one of the few people that Fang Jun never dares to provoke, and even wants to hide as far away as possible. Even when faced with His Majesty Li Er, who only takes advantage and does not suffer any losses, Fang Jun has never had such a big problem.
Psychological stress.
Without him, this awesome guy can come up with something as awesome as the "Push Back Picture". Who knows if he can really know it a thousand years later? If he really has that ability, it is impossible to say that he can really tell that Fang Jun is a wild ghost who seizes the body.
The reborn lonely soul, when the streets are filled with shouts, he will be burned to death on Suzakumen Street like Bruno!
Bruno still has someone to overturn his conviction, but what about himself?
Haha, I guess it will have to wait until a thousand years later, a guy named Pu Songling will write his story in his book...
Li Chunfeng didn't seem to feel Fang Jun's perfunctory at all, and still smiled brightly: "Fang Erlang is really a scholar, I am ashamed of myself! That set of Arabic numerals, I am in seclusion, thanking guests, studying day and night, even though I have a little knowledge,
But there are still many things I don’t understand, and I am here with His Majesty this time to ask for advice!”
It turned out that Niubi was fascinated by Arabic numerals, so he didn't see anyone for so long. Fang Jun rolled his eyes. It was just a set of Arabic numerals, which Li Chunfeng had been studying for so long. If he had revealed a little bit to this smart Taoist priest,
Trigonometric functions or calculus, shouldn't you have studied them for ten or eight years?
Then the world will be pure!
Cheng Yaojin slapped Fang Jun back to his senses: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Hurry up, Your Majesty should be waiting in a hurry!"
Fang Jun came to his senses, hugged Li Chunfeng's fist, and said boldly: "The secret of magic lies in discussing with each other. It just so happens that I have gained a little recently, so I must communicate more with Li Taishi."
Li Chunfeng's official position was Taishi Ling. At this time, official positions were often used to express respect for people.
Li Chunfeng was overjoyed: "It's easy to talk to, it's my wish, but I don't dare to invite you!"
Holding Fang Jun's arm, we went up the mountain together.
His Majesty Li Er put on a light shirt and stood in the open space on the top of the mountain. Looking at the soldiers in full swing, his eyes were full of worry. I thought that Fang Jun dared to make a bet with Zheng Boling in the Tai Chi Hall, because he must have some incredible means, but unexpectedly...
Just playing the same old trick, praying for rain...
If praying for rain is useful, why should I use you?
Since the spring drought, His Majesty Li Er has already made a prayer for rain under the auspices of the Taishi Bureau, but the result is naturally useless, so he is very disappointed with Fang Jun's actions at this moment and does not have much confidence.
But Fang Jun was so steadfast in his oath, did His Majesty Li Er have any other ideas? He could treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor and expand the scale of praying for rain more than ten times. Perhaps God sensed the sincerity of praying for rain this time and could take pity on the people who were affected by the disaster.
So that rain falls?
His Majesty Li Er shook his head, not having much confidence.
The symbolic meaning of asking for rain is greater than the actual use. The reason why asking for rain is not a drought is just to make a gesture to the people at the lower level. As for the real effect, anyone with a little knowledge knows it.
.
Not to mention anything else, God is so easy to manipulate. It will rain when you say it will rain?
When Duan Zan saw His Majesty Li Er, he hurried over and knelt down on one knee: "General Duan Zan, please see your Majesty."
"Oh, the boss of the Zhixuan family?" His Majesty Li Er asked.
"No!" Duan Zan replied respectfully.
His Majesty Li Er looked at the heroic Duan Zan with satisfaction, and said with his lips: "That's right! You are so majestic and heroic, quite like a father! In the future, you must work hard and shoulder heavy responsibilities. The future of the empire is on your shoulders. Work hard."
Bar!"
"No!" Duan Zan responded loudly, but he was murmuring in his heart: He works hard and takes up heavy responsibilities, but why does it sound like he doesn't want to put me on my left?
At this time, Cheng Yaojin, Fang Jun and Li Chunfeng came over. As soon as His Majesty Li Er saw Fang Jun, he felt panicked. Although this boy had saved himself in the Tai Chi Hall, this lame and old-fashioned method of praying for rain still failed.
He was a little disappointed and not in a good mood.
"Your Majesty, it's very hot here, go and sit in Wei Chen's barracks." Fang Jun suggested. It wasn't that he was considerate and worried that His Majesty Li Er wouldn't be able to bear the heat, but that he was too hot...
His Majesty Li Er was speechless, which was regarded as acquiescence. Fang Jun led the way and led several big men to the barracks.
The barracks were very simple, just built with felled wood. The outer skin of the wood was peeled off one by one and neatly nailed into the soil to form a solid outer wall to protect it from wind and rain. The roof was temporarily made of thinner branches.
A steeple, supplemented by thick thatch.
As soon as I entered the house, I felt a cool breath blowing against my face, and the heat in my body suddenly disappeared.
His Majesty Li Er's face darkened because he saw copper basins placed in the four corners of the house. Each copper basin had a large ice cube, which was emitting cold air.
As expected, he is the number one dandy in Chang'an, a prodigal...
Summer has not yet begun, and the ice cubes purchased and stored last winter have not yet been released. Only the palace has begun to supply ice, and ice has not been given to the ministers of the DPRK. Recently, a shop selling ice has appeared on the market, but the price is very expensive.
It’s scary. It is said that a square ice cube that is one foot square can be sold for fifty yuan...
Even if there is a severe drought in Guanzhong and prices soar, one stone of food only costs 200 yuan!
"Was this ice purchased with public funds?"
Your Majesty Li Er said in a bad tone, Mom, because of your bad idea of asking for rain, I emptied all the money in the Ministry of Civil Affairs' warehouse, but you come here to spend money lavishly?
Fang Jun didn't realize the danger, so he nodded naturally: "Yes..."
If I don’t use public funds to do something for you, why should I pay for it with private money? No matter how high your consciousness is, you won’t be so foolish...
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, His Majesty Li Er kicked him in the thigh!
His Majesty Li Er said angrily: "I have strictly urged you not to be extravagant and to save money in the palace. It would be better for you to put in four such expensive ice cubes at one time. If you don't put them in, is it possible that you will be heated to death?"
Fang Jun was kicked, but it didn't hurt much, but he felt aggrieved, so he turned back to look at Cheng Yaojin and blinked.
This ice was made in your family's workshop, and we only purchased it at cost. You have to make it clear to His Majesty, and you can't pretend to be deaf and dumb?
Li Chunfeng walked to the copper basin, fanned himself in the cool breeze, and breathed out a pleasant breath: "It's so cool..."
Seeing that His Majesty Li Er's face turned darker, Cheng Yaojin had no choice but to say: "Well... Your Majesty, actually, this ice was created by a certain bad boy Chu Bi. Of course, it was Fang Er's idea, so the ice here
The ice is actually at cost price, not expensive!”
His Majesty Li Er was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Jun who looked aggrieved suspiciously, frowned and asked: "Isn't it expensive? How much does it cost?"
You can't lie. Every input item in the account book is written clearly. You can tell it by just checking it. Cheng Yaojin could only say: "Probably... estimated... maybe... only two, three, four, five yuan? Haha, in the end
I don't know how much, I don't know, you have to ask Fang Er..."
This old guy sold Fang Jun without any moral integrity...
Seeing His Majesty Li Er staring at him with burning eyes, Fang Jun had no choice but to confess honestly: "A piece of ice costs at most two dollars."
"Hiss... Huge profits!" Li Chunfeng stopped fanning and ran over with bright eyes, asking curiously: "How is this ice made?"
Fang Jun said angrily: "Business secrets, no comment!"
His Majesty Li Er looked at Fang Jun's stupefied expression. He felt angrier and angrier for some reason. He raised his foot and was about to kick him again. However, Fang Jun had already paid attention to his movements. As soon as he raised his foot, this kid slithered over.
At the door, it means "If you kick me, I will run away"...
Your Majesty Li Er is so angry!
It’s not that Qi Fangjun dared to run away, he was angry with the ice! Mother, I am a Nine-Five Supreme Being and rich all over the world, but in the forbidden palace, I have to use ice to cool down the summer heat, so I have to repeatedly ask the concubines to spare it.
After all, it is not easy to collect ice in winter, and there is not much in stock.
But who knew that you can buy a large piece of ice all over the street for only two copper coins?