On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Zhang Li stood up lightly and poured a cup of warm tea for Lin Zhen. Lin Zhen took the tea and drank it in one gulp. Only then did he feel his dry throat better.

He turned to Qingwen and asked softly, "How many people left today?"

Hearing this, Qingwen's lips drooped slightly, and she said sadly, "Of the three hundred rickshaw drivers, only sixty are left."

"It's enough for now. We'll recruit more later. As for these sixty drivers, reduce their share of the fee to fifty cents for now. Once we've recruited all the drivers, our carriage business will be back on track. I'll tell you more about it then."

Lin Zhen used to frequently conduct research at companies, learning about their corporate cultures and delving into their successes. Over time, he developed his own unique perspective on how to manage a business. He employed strategies like setting up positive role models, commending outstanding employees, offering small incentives, and using useless vanity to spur others on. The list goes on.

Lin Zhen didn't take the matter too seriously, his words revealing a touch of casualness and indifference. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze gently cast towards Zhang Li beside him, and continued to speak slowly.

"Li'er, find a few carpentry teams to carve out separate lanes on the four main streets. Make the lanes five meters wide, and add a marking in the middle so two carriages can travel side by side. Regardless of their direction, carriages must keep to the right. Every two hundred meters, there will be a crossroads for pedestrians to cross. I will also instruct the Military Affairs Department to dispatch personnel to guard the intersections and guide the carriages in an orderly manner."

"I'll draw the picture for you myself later."

Carpentry workers are actually decoration teams, and they have a lot of cheap dyes.

Don't underestimate dyes. They are not cheap in Daqian, especially the rare purple dye, which is almost equivalent to one or two taels of gold.

Qingwen frowned and immediately became unhappy.

She stood up suddenly, hands on her hips, "No! This is my job, how can I let Sister Zhang Li go! I can also find a carpenter!"

Lin Zhen agreed with a smile and waved his hand for her to sit down. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll leave it to you. If you don't have enough money, feel free to ask Li'er for more. But remember, money matters must be carefully calculated and not squandered recklessly, otherwise I will revoke your position as the owner of the carriage and horse shop!"

"I know, Prince~"

"Also, our business doesn't have a golden signboard yet. How about you two come up with one?"

Zhang Li tilted her head slightly, her delicate hands supporting her cloud-like hair, her eyes moving.

After a long while, her eyes suddenly lit up: "The prince's name is Lin Zhen, so why not call it Zhizhen Carriage and Horse Trading Company!"

"Perfection..."

This name sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Upon hearing this, Qingwen's eyes curved into crescents. She clapped her hands with joy and praised him endlessly: "Zhizhen! What a great name! Prince, let's call him Zhizhen!"

Lin Zhen nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face: "Well, I think this name is great too."

Looking at the two beauties smiling like flowers, Lin Zhen's mood suddenly became clear.

In this turbulent world, happiness is so rare and precious.

......

The setting sun gently blanketed the entire street, tinting everything with a dreamy golden glow. Qingwen danced lightly along this path embraced by the sunset, her steps filled with childlike innocence and joy.

She hummed the ballad that Lin Zhen had sung yesterday. The melody was so melodious that it seemed to dance with the wind, interweaving with the gorgeous sunset to form a moving picture.

Her emerald green embroidered shoes swayed gently with each step, sometimes disappearing beneath her skirt, sometimes playfully leaping into the air like a fairy leaping through the woods. Her two long, glossy black braids gently slapped against her shoulders as she moved, exuding the agility and vitality unique to a young girl.

She bent down with a smile as beautiful as a flower, and lightly picked up a morning glory swaying in the breeze with her fingertips. She carefully plucked off the tail and then hung it on her collar. The flower seemed to have become the most unique decoration on her chest, setting off her carefree and clear eyes.

At this moment, Qingwen felt as if all the troubles in the world were melted away by the gentle sunset, leaving only the purest happiness and freedom in her heart.

Just like this, she continued to move forward happily on this road filled with golden glory with a heart untainted by the world. Every step she took was filled with the melody of youth, and every hum was a love and yearning for life.

"The sun sets in the west, the clouds turn red. Soldiers return to camp after target practice. The red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful clouds, and happy songs fill the sky."

"Misoulamisoul~~Lasoul...Lasoul...Huh? What's Lasoul?"

Qingwen suddenly stopped, tilted her head slightly, and fell into deep thought. She looked like she was trying hard to catch some lost memory, but in the end she could only helplessly curl up the corners of her mouth and let out a smile: "Forget it~~"

After saying this, she turned lightly and called out to Han Zhong, who was not far behind her: "Ah Zhong! And you, Mouse, what are you two dawdling about for? Hurry up and catch up. Why are you so far away from me?"

Han Zhong followed Qingwen, cursing in his heart.

Back then, I was a warrior who fought bravely on the battlefield, slayed enemy captives with my own hands, and was even a hero who made great contributions to the Great Qian Empire! Now, being sent here to accompany Lin Zhen in gambling and picking up girls is one thing, but why was I sent here to protect a maid?

Where is justice? !

"Miss Qingwen, there are differences between men and women, and my name is Han Zhong, not Ah Zhong."

"Besides~I don't even know the difference between men and women? You are such a dead wood. Why would the prince send you to protect me...boring!" Qingwen pouted, turned around and continued walking forward. Her figure jumped lightly in the sunlight, like the most lively elf in spring.

As they walked, a man in front of them caught her eye. He was dressed in a simple yet elegant blue shirt, a casually tied band of cloth fluttering in the wind. He had the air of a scholar, a transcendental poet. He hummed a song: "The orioles are singing on the island in the river. A beautiful lady, a gentleman's ideal match."

Although the voice was not loud, it was full of affection.

Qingwen didn't take the matter to heart, intending to pass by casually, when the man spoke again, "My dear lady, it seems as if fate has brought us here. I wonder if I could possibly learn your name."

Qingwen's lips curled up into a playful smile, and she responded with interest: "Oh? You like me?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then said sincerely, "Uh... I... the girl is truly a natural beauty, with a stunning appearance. From the moment I first saw her, I was captivated and couldn't control myself."

Qingwen chuckled softly, her voice clear and melodious, like the gurgling of a forest stream, the echo lingering on. "Haha, haha, you're still so elegant! But, I'm already taken, so you should go find your fair lady elsewhere."

He shouted at Qingwen's back, "Girl! Can I wait for you?"

The yellow rat walked over with a sarcastic look on its face and kicked him hard on the butt.

Snapped--

"Ah! Hiss..." The man covered his lower back with his hands, grimacing.

Huang Shu cursed, "Wait for your grandma's legs! Damn it, little thing, are you screwed? You even dare to covet the prince's woman?"

The man was immediately shocked: "What? Prince?"

"You're blind, get out of here!"

The man was so frightened that his soul was scared out of his wits. He disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing this, the yellow rat spat in the direction of his departure with disdain and cursed: "Bah, bad luck."

Han Zhong was very unhappy with his bullying attitude and walked over to him and said coldly, "You have followed the prince for many years, and now you have learned to bully honest people?"

"Old Han, can you always pretend to be so noble? We are soldiers, and the most important thing is to obey orders! The prince asked us to protect Miss Qingwen, so we must do our best and not make any mistakes!"

Upon hearing this, Han Zhong just snorted contemptuously, then stopped talking and continued to stride forward.