I am engaged in construction in Datang

"What is this?" The soldier took out a small wooden box and sniffed it: "It smells good!"

When he opened it, there was something as white as mutton-fat jade inside.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and then a finger mark was left on the white and plump soap.

"Oh my god." Cold sweat broke out instantly.

He just wanted to take a look, but didn't intend to destroy this thing!

What?

He pulled his sleeves forward and rubbed the soap. As long as the black marks were removed, everything would be fine.

After wiping, the black mark was removed, but a piece of soap was worn off.

"No, we can't move." The soldier was sweating profusely. He didn't dare to look at other things and quickly repacked the soap and put it back.

He looked at the old man outside with a twinkling eye.

"Old ghost, come here."

He called the people over again, and threw the bag to the old man: "Go, tell the people outside that there are too few things in it, and ask them to bring a few more!"

The old man took the cloth bag in his arms and glanced at the soldier.

"My dear, I haven't asked the city lord to take a look yet..."

"Pah!" The soldier slapped the old man, his arm just scratching the old man's arm: "How do you know that the city lord didn't see it?"

The old man has lived for a long time, how could he not know what the soldier was thinking?

Even if he fell to the ground, he would hold the cloth bag in his arms tightly, curl up and not dare to bump into a corner.

This movement attracted the attention of others, and soon several soldiers wearing similar clothes came over.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The leader was a tall and strong man, holding a knife, and separated the crowd.

Then I saw the old man lying on the ground.

"Hey, who knocked over our house-guarding ghost?" The man laughed, then touched the old man's calf with his toes: "Hurry up, the ground is burning!"

The old man smiled and said, "It's nothing." He handed the bag to the man, "General Hao, this is what the smugglers outside gave me."

"What is it?" The man took the bag and weighed it. It was not too heavy.

"I don't know. I haven't seen it." The old man shook his head.

"Okay, you can go and get busy." The man waved his hand and told the old man to set up the shed at the city entrance.

It has been hot these days, and the brothers standing guard at the city gate always feel dizzy from the sun, so they asked Laogui to come and build two sheds for them to use for guarding.

The old man turned and left, he had nothing to do here anymore.

After the old man left, the man looked at the soldier, suddenly stretched out his leg, and kicked the man two meters away: "Your little cleverness should be used sparingly!"

After the man turned around and left with the cloth bag in his pocket, the soldier stood up, holding his chest.

He didn't bother the old ghost, but just hid in the dark and continued to stand guard.

In the largest earthen house in the city.

Tie Ali was looking at a picture book he bought from the Tang Dynasty, and the performance was just getting to the exciting part.

"Ali, this is something the smugglers outside gave me." The man threw the bag to Tie Ali: "Open it and let me see what's inside."

"Can't you just open it yourself? Why do you have to do it? I'm too lazy!" Tie Ali put down the picture book.

He naturally knew why Tie Ahao didn't open it and read it himself, but that didn't stop him from complaining in a friendly manner.

Tie Ali opened the bag and took out the items one by one.

"This is soap! I heard about it from Qu Wentai." Tie Ali exhaled through his nose: "I asked him for two pieces before and gave him ten strings of cash, but he was reluctant to give it to me! Look, it's right here now!"

He sniffed it and said, "What's that smell? It smells good!"

Then he opened another box and found another bar of soap, but it smelled different and had a scratch on it.

Tie Ali was angry: "What's going on?"

"Someone pushed Lao Gui and he fell." Tie Ahao looked natural.

"Come on, I know you want to protect someone."

Tie Ali said angrily: "You have all the energy but don't do anything. What if you make the old man sick? Who will farm for us and build houses? Let him starve for two days!"

Even if this matter is revealed.

Tie Ali continued to look through other things, including rock sugar, tea leaves, and a letter.

He knew some Tang Dynasty characters, so he tore open the envelope and took a look.

His face changed drastically in an instant.

"Gather the men, tonight..."

……

Report to the department.

Yan Shigu has completely taken over the newspaper publishing work. Although sales still have not improved, everyone has become accustomed to it and does not blame anyone for anything.

However, Sun Fujia has had a very hard time these days.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he was essentially a non-entity. Many things were actually done by his superiors Fang Xuanling and his people.

I finally got a job as a newspaper reporter, but before I could even sit down, I was kicked out!

"I understand, I really understand! I understand, I really understand..." Sun Fujia murmured to himself.

Ah Fu was almost going crazy with worry, and after his son Ah Lang came back from the police station, things became even worse.

"Alang, let's have some food!" Ah Fu held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other.

Alang hasn’t eaten for three meals!

"I understand, I really understand! Why don't you believe me?" Sun Fujia ignored him and continued to mutter.

"Ahfu, give me the bowl." Sun Fujia's wife couldn't stand it anymore, so she took the bowl from Ahfu's hand and sat down in front of Sun Fujia: "Sun Lang, open your mouth, ah——"

"I really understand..." Sun Fujia was still immersed in his own world.

A speechless expression appeared on Mrs. Wang's fat face, and she put the bowl and chopsticks on the stone table beside her.

He crossed his arms and was furious: "Sun Fujia, this life is over, isn't it?"

After saying that, he raised his right hand.

'Snapped! '

Sun Fujia woke up and saw his wife's chubby little hand raised again. He was shocked: "Madam! Madam! Don't hit me!"

Mrs. Wang gave Sun Fujia a cold look, picked up the bowl and stuffed porridge into his mouth.

When Sun Fujia felt better, Madam Wang asked, "Sun Lang, I just resigned from my post as the head of the newspaper department, which is not as serious as what you did before. Why are you so crazy?"

"If you go crazy, what will happen to me and the children?"

"Madam, you don't know!" Sun Fujia complained bitterly: "My husband has understood the essence of newspapers and wanted to make great efforts to realize his ambitions, but who knew..."

As he spoke, Sun Fujia began to feel uncomfortable again.

"Then why not publish your own newspaper?" Mrs. Wang was puzzled. Didn't the women's village publish its own newspaper?

Besides, as a minister, it's as if you didn't do anything. So what's the point of doing it?

"Go ask Master Li in a couple of days if he can help you print newspapers!" Mrs. Wang continued, "I heard that it's popular to buy shares now. I'll give you part of my dowry, and you can just give me 50% of the shares!"

"Madam!" Sun Fujia was stunned. Madam was a member of the Wang family's collateral branch, so her dowry was naturally generous.

But he never thought of touching his wife's money: "No, how can a husband take your money!"

"I'm not giving it to you for free. You want me to invest in you. When you make money, you have to give me 50% of the profit!" Wang's fat hands were clacking in the air, calculating: "Is 10,000 taels enough for you?"

It accounted for one fifth of her dowry! (At that time, the princess's dowry was more than one million taels)

"Enough, that's enough!" Sun Fujia nodded frantically with tears in his eyes.

My wife is good at accounting.

At that time, he would ask his wife to manage the accounts of the newspaper shop he ran, as he was not good at calculating money.