The waiter and several handymen in the kitchen also put down their chopsticks.
At this time, Tian Hong's eyes were shining, and he looked at the waiter and the people present with majestic eyes, scanning everyone's faces.
Tian Hong then said slowly and unhurriedly: "What happened today...you will die in your stomach, and you will have to take it into the coffin after your death. If not, don't blame Tian for being cruel!"
The combination of his identity and his tone made the waiter and several helpers in the shop change their expressions. They were so frightened that they didn't dare to say anything, so they nodded hurriedly.
"Understood, I'll understand later."
Tian Hong was then satisfied.
Now that he is the third shopkeeper of Bianyianfang, he is also a part of this Biianfang, so his mentality has naturally changed.
Anyone who dares to leak this recipe is making an enemy of Mr. Tian.
The atmosphere seemed a bit tense.
Shen Lie laughed again: "Let's break up."
Everyone hurriedly dispersed, and under Tian Hong's burning eyes, they kept their mouths shut, not daring to say another word.
At this time, the night was as dark as water.
The spring rain is continuous.
The shop is closed.
In the darkness.
Shen Lie personally sent Tian Hong to the entrance of the alley, and gave a few more words: "You must watch that Victor carefully, don't let him escape..."
I looked around and saw no one.
Shen Lie took out another hundred taels of silver notes from his sleeve and stuffed it in, and asked Tian Hong to secretly buy some land near the mill and find a way to expand the potato seed area.
According to the land prices of this era, one hundred taels of silver could not buy a few acres of land, but fortunately potatoes did not have high requirements for planting conditions.
It can grow well even in ravines.
Shen Lie repeatedly told Tian Hong that he could buy some barren slope land at the foot of the mountain and have it leveled into terraced fields. It would be cheap and could grow potatoes. This would be a steady stream of money.
Stopping at the entrance of the alley, Shen Lie said sternly: "This matter concerns the lives and fortunes of your brother and me. We must not cause any trouble."
Tian Hong nodded frequently when he heard this, but did not accept the banknote. Instead, he smiled and said: "Tian has just paid the money to buy the land, so I won't bother my dear brother."
Shen Lie stopped insisting and collected the one hundred taels of silver notes again.
Tian Hong has been a guard of hundreds of households for many years. Although his official position is not high, his net worth is very high. Naturally, he will not take a mere hundred taels of silver to his heart.
So the two of them walked and chatted, and parted outside Chaoyang Gate.
He watched Tian Hong clasping his fists, getting on his horse, and gradually driving away with a few horsemen.
Shen Lie smiled again and felt much more at ease. Now he has worked hard to build a small shop. The first shopkeeper is the daughter of the prime minister's family, and the third shopkeeper is Jin Yiwei Baihu.
You shouldn’t be bullied anymore, right?
Facing the gentle breeze and drizzle, Shen Lie stretched out comfortably. After going through many difficulties and dangers, he finally had the capital to gain a foothold in this era.
In the slanting wind and drizzle.
Shen Lie returned to the closed shop and saw Yun'er holding an umbrella, eagerly waiting for him outside the door.
Shen Lie felt hot in his heart and could no longer conceal his excitement. He picked up Yun'er from a waist up, held her in his arms and turned her around a few times, kissing her passionately and passionately.
Yun'er was used to being intimate with him, so she just held on to the umbrella to cover their bodies. After some lingering in the breeze and drizzle, the plump and soft body of the day began to heat up, and she let out a cry in Shen Lie's arms. Moaning softly like a kitten.
The love of spring is endless in the night.
At night, inside the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The slanting wind was drizzling non-stop, and the continuous raindrops kept dripping between the red bricks and green tiles, washing the pavilions, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees.
Deep in the inner house.
Wearing a plain white skirt and hairpin, Zhang Jingxiu held an umbrella and, accompanied by her maid, walked through the long corridor and walked slowly on the path paved with blue bricks.
After a day of confinement.
The eldest daughter of the Taishi Palace played the role of a good girl, going to her father's study on time every morning and evening to pay her respects. She looked so gentle and virtuous.
But Zhang Juzheng seemed to be very busy and ignored her, which made Zhang Jingxiu a little frustrated, so as soon as he heard that his father had returned home, he hurried over to say hello.
After a while.
Standing outside his father's study, looking at the tall guards walking slowly in the courtyard, Zhang Jingxiu stopped and seemed to feel an unusual aura.
These guards were all wearing bright red brocade clothes, and the leader was wearing a flying fish suit, a goldfish belt, and a wild goose feather sword. He was clearly wearing thick cotton armor under the luxurious brocade clothes.
These elites can be identified as imperial guards at a glance.
As Zhang Jingxiu walked into the courtyard, the tough guard commander was awakened. He put his hand on the handle of the knife and looked over with vigilant eyes.
Soon he saw the eldest daughter of the Zhang family standing pretty at the entrance of the courtyard.
The head guard recognized her and nodded slightly in greeting.
Zhang Jingxiu did not dare to neglect, and quickly returned the gift. Feeling the extraordinary atmosphere in the courtyard, his heart sank, and he felt uneasy for some reason.
At this moment, the sound of things breaking and a man's low growl came from the study.
During the conversation.
The study door was kicked open, and a fat young man of medium build walked out angrily. Surrounded by guards, he quickly walked down the steps and walked toward the courtyard door.
Through the dim light emitted by the lantern, I looked at the bright yellow dragon robe worn by this young man.
Zhang Jingxiu's heart trembled, and she hurriedly took her maid aside and bowed her head, bowing her hands, not daring to look at the young man for a moment.
The young man seemed to be angry and walked away in a hurry. He didn't stop when he passed by Zhang Jingxiu. He just looked at her from the corner of his eye, as if he were looking at a stranger.
The inexplicable majesty rushed towards him.
Zhang Jingxiu and several maids were so angry that they didn't dare to say anything.
As the chaotic footsteps faded away, Zhang Jingxiu straightened up. Only then did she realize that her whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and there was a hint of fear in her bright eyes.
Naturally, she had met this emperor before, and they had played together when they were children. She still remembered that he was still a silly little fat man, running around behind everyone.
We were together in the study room of Taishi Mansion, obediently holding the ruler.
But a few years passed in the blink of an eye, and I don’t remember when that cute little fat man disappeared, ascended the throne, and became a high-ranking emperor.
Looking at the back of Emperor Wanli hurriedly leaving, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but feel a little confused: "When did he become like this?"
With a bit of uneasiness in Fang's heart, Zhang Jingxiu walked into the study room and looked at his father who was sitting on the imperial chair with a pale face, and his heart sank again.
Under the flickering candlelight, the broken porcelain bowl fragments were scattered on the ground.
Zhang Jingxiu frowned slightly, waved his hand, and the maid gently picked up the fragments, and then quietly stepped out.
The room was deathly silent.
Zhang Jingxiu thought for a while, then walked towards his father with gentle steps. He stood behind his father and stretched out his delicate white hands to massage his father's temples.
Zhang Juzheng's livid face softened a little, he raised his arm, patted his daughter's hand gently, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered something.
At this moment, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty could not hide his tiredness. He looked like an old man who was exhausted both mentally and physically, with his livid face still gloomy and uncertain.
Seeing that his father's face looked better, Zhang Jingxiu whispered uneasily: "Dad, your Majesty..."