I am engaged in construction in Datang

Mansion of Duke Yu.

Wen Zhen counted the silver and went out with A Yuan.

Today he must get a silver-covered carriage for his father to ride, so that his father would not always be jealous of the Duke of Liang and his friends.

"Mr. Zhen, wait a moment!" The maid next to Wen Zhen's mother ran over and stopped the two of them.

Wen Zhen stopped and waited for someone to come: "Aniang, is there anything you want to buy?"

"Yes." The eldest girl handed Wen Zhen a list: "There is something called wool on it. You must buy it. The lady has been looking forward to it for several days."

When I opened the list, the first thing written on it was balls of yarn, in all colors.

Then there is toothpaste, balm, soap and so on.

"Okay, I've written it down."

Today is June 19th. Yesterday, the West Market did not close all night and the city gates were also open to make it convenient for everyone to go home after shopping.

Wen Zhen heard that yesterday's lottery went on until the last hour, and the last 28-ton truck did not appear until the third to last box.

The man who won the prize screamed with excitement.

As the two of them walked, countless people hurried past.

"..." Wen Zhen became inexplicably anxious.

So he started running with Ayuan.

No matter how hard he tried, he was still too late. When Wen Zhen saw the long queue in front of Liuweizhai, his eyes went dark.

"Brother Wen, over here, over here!" A head popped out from the front of the long dragon and Yan Yangting waved his hand.

"I asked someone to line up for you!"

Wen Zhen let out a long sigh and walked forward: "You are smart, kid."

Yan Yangting punched back, then said to the servant behind him, "Ah Tian, ​​go to the lottery area and watch over there. If you see someone who has won the lottery to buy a silver-and-gold-wrapped car, buy it."

A Tian left the team, Wen Zhen stepped in, and A Yuan followed A Tian to wait at the lottery venue.

Wen Zhen was just about to reminisce with Yan Yangting when the person in front of them turned his head.

"Oh, isn't this Wen Zhen? He's here?" Cheng Chuliang was dark-skinned, with a row of big white teeth showing when he smiled.

Looking further ahead, not only Cheng Chuliang, but also Yuchi Baolin, Qin Huaidao and others were there.

Wen Zhen was speechless, thinking it was bad luck. Yan Yangting was still waving and shouting over there.

"Brother Fang, Brother Wei..."

A few people lined up close and soon reached the front.

The saleswoman smiled sweetly. This was a big deal. "What would you like, gentlemen?"

"What?" several people said in unison.

Then they looked at each other.

The young lady smiled even sweeter.

Wool is expensive now, so people in the village don’t recommend it to the common people.

Only those who know the way early on will come and ask for the wool.

If people asked, the village would tell them truthfully that there was a shortage of wool yarn and the price would be higher, and it would be cheaper after a few months.

“这些毛线团子是分为两种，50克重的和100克重的，50克重的80文，100克重的150文。”

"What colors are there?"

The young lady took out balls of wool of various colors, which were so colorful and beautiful.

There are several different shades of red, such as rose red, vermilion, red, light red...

Several grown men were dizzy watching it.

"What would you like to knit?"

"Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

Cheng Chuliang shouted.

His father was born in the year of the Rooster, and his mother wanted to give him a baby.

"Then let's use light yellow." The young lady chose a soft light yellow ball of wool, and then chose orange, white and black as the color. (Yellow is not exclusive to the royal family at this time)

"Use white and black for the eyes, orange for the comb, feet and mouth. You won't need too much. I'll add some scraps of thread for you later."

As the young lady spoke, she took out a blueprint and handed it to Cheng Chuliang.

Cheng Chuliang felt dizzy after hearing this.

He reached out to take the drawing, which showed many different chick shapes on it, all round and cute.

It looks good.

A blush appeared on Cheng Chuliang's face.

Why does this thing make me so itchy?

"I don't want broken thread." He thought about his mother's hands that were as clumsy as pig's trotters, and decided to buy more.

"Give me one roll of each color on this paper, and five rolls of the light yellow one!" Cheng Chuliang thought about it and said, "They all have to weigh 100 grams."

"okay!"

After several people bought balls of yarn, some of them bought 28-gauge sticks.

Unfortunately, it is out of stock here, so I can only leave my address and Liuweizhai will send someone to deliver it.

Then there are some odds and ends, like balm, toothpaste, soap, etc.

The government will send people to buy the rest of the sugar, oil and salt, so they don’t have to worry about it.

Finally, Cheng Chuliang and his companions, each holding a dozen lottery tickets in their hands, lined up in the lottery queue.

"Let's compete to see who has better luck!"

"Okay, you're the luckiest one, Pingkangfang will treat you to a drink today."

"That is required……"

……

Datang Publishing House has now been built.

The three-story building was painted with lime inside and was very bright.

The window is quite large, but now it is just equipped with a mosquito-proof screen that can be pushed and pulled.

third floor.

Sun Fujia sat in the conference hall, drinking tea and reviewing manuscripts.

Today is the third day of the Liuweizhai lottery.

He didn't have time to watch the fun, but he knew that the ultimate grand prize must be hidden in today's lottery box.

Everyone wants to try their luck.

After all, a silver-covered car has now been sold for thirty taels of silver.

Even if Liuweizhai only sells for 15 strings of cash, the demand still cannot keep up with the supply.

Tomorrow is the day when the Tang Weekly is published.

The next day would be the day when the story club and supplement would debut. Liuweizhai was busy and their newspaper department never stopped working.

Several students were crying while revising their manuscripts.

After all, there are so many words that you can easily make mistakes if you are not careful, which will result in a considerable trial and error cost.

Money is secondary. The most serious thing is wasting time and failing to ensure publication on time.

"The 73rd revision of the eighth issue of the Tang Weekly. There are 0 textual errors, 0 common sense errors, 0 incoherent sentences, 0 missing or extra words, 0 unclear meanings, 0 bad ideological tendencies, objections?"

"First review team, no objection!"

"Second review team, no objection!"

"third……"

The review representatives at the table voted unanimously in favor, and Sun Fujia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

All things are difficult at the beginning. It’s always a little slow when it’s the first time for everyone to do something like this.

When he thought about how he took the first version to see Master Li and was casually pointed out seven or eight mistakes, he wanted to bang his head against the wall and die on the spot.

But in the end he managed to get through it.

Don’t be afraid, this issue will be fixed…

"Editor-in-Chief Sun, Editor-in-Chief Sun!"

A student from the newspaper office came running over, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Master Li said that newspapers should keep up with current events. Today, the lucky person who won the silver-wrapped car will appear. We have to do an interview with him!"

"Ah! Editor-in-Chief Sun, Editor-in-Chief Sun! Why did you fall down?"

The publishing house was in chaos.