The domestic guard is a little sweet

Zhao Jin directly sent someone to send the three acres of land in the villa and more than 1200 kilograms of sweet potatoes to the direction of the capital, and rewarded the emperor with several thousand taels of gold, and he was very happy.

In ancient times, it was a place where the emperor alone decided the life and death of everyone. Zhao Jin always felt a little uneasy and insecure, so he always hoarded money, food and things desperately.

For some reason, Zhao Jin always had some doubts about the poisoning of the original owner, but he couldn't find any signs of it.

He didn't even dare to tell others that in ancient times, the king was supreme. Although the people around him were loyal to him, everyone was very cautious about things related to the imperial power.

Zhao Jin and An Twelve were sitting opposite each other on the soft couch at the moment, with a chessboard in the middle. They were playing chess. Zhao Jin lightly dropped the white piece with his finger, smiled, and said, "This 1200-jin sweet potato, Brother Huang took it, I am afraid that the seeds will be saved and distributed to various state capitals outside the capital to promote it."

Zhao Jin didn't wear boots, but only a pair of white socks, with one foot resting on An Shier's knee, dangling back and forth.

There is Longjing tea, snacks and fruits on the table next to it, so the atmosphere is relaxed.

Zhao Jin liked chess games in modern times, and he was quite dabbled in Go. Although he looked bright and cheerful, his moves were quite treacherous and swift.

After a few moves, although he gave up part of his moves, he killed most of the black pieces.

An Twelve heard the words and thought for a moment, then understood what Zhao Jin meant, and looked at him worriedly.

"My lord, His Majesty will send someone to escort these fine breeds out of Beijing."

Escorting two kinds of people out of Beijing, this matter is not big or small, but it is extremely important. It must have a high-status person who goes down to various state capitals in order to persuade the officials below and implement it quickly. Policies, the emphasis on the two types of fine varieties can only see results this autumn.

Zhao Jin nodded, picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth. The purple-red and sweet grape was full of sourness, which made him frown and grin.

"This kind of seed was sent up by the master. The master has enough status, has no real power in his hands, and has no heirs. He will naturally be sent to various places, and there is no need to worry about attracting high-ranking officials from various places. The one above is suspicious."

Zhao Jin said this casually, but it hit the nail on the head. An Twelve was startled and looked out cautiously. When Zhao Jin and Zhao Jin got together, there was no one else around. At this moment, there was no one serving within [-] meters of the main courtyard. Only then did An Twelve feel relieved.

"Master, why should you underestimate yourself so arrogantly? No matter where master wants to go, Twelve will always follow."

Seeing his nervous appearance, Zhao Jin chuckled, and rubbed his playful foot against the sharp-edged abdominal muscles of the opponent, and dropped a white ball.

"Yeah, I'm about to win again, you have to be careful." Zhao Jin raised his chin triumphantly, and raised his eyebrows at An Twelve with a smirk: "I said before, if the master wins, there will be more money in the night." Once."

Anshi's hand holding Heizi trembled slightly, the tips of his ears were reddish, and his back was straightened.

"Be willing to bet and admit defeat."

Seeing the black stones in the hands of the Dark 12 players fall, Zhao Jin could no longer hide the smile on his lips, sat up cheerfully, and landed a white stone in a high-flying manner, completely winning the whole chess game. I kissed my lips.

"Grandpa won, charge some interest."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jin straightened his legs, crossed the chessboard, pushed the man down on the soft couch, and kissed.

Consensual wishes are naturally dry wood and fierce fire.

After a while, Zhao Jin got up and rinsed his mouth with tea, re-soaked the cloth towel, and turned around to wipe An Twelve.

"I... I will do it myself."

Anshi's ears were reddish, he took the handkerchief and ran to the second ear room next to him, and wiped it with clean water.

Zhao Jin tore off the wet cushion and put it aside, leaned lazily on the pillow, opened the small window next to him, and let the breeze blow away the faint smell in the room.

Looking again, someone kicked the chessboard in front of it to the soft side, and the black and white pieces fell to the ground. Zhao Jin laughed and shook his head.

Zhao Jin poured himself a cup of tea, leaned on the soft couch, and drank it like a satisfied cat.

After a while, An Twelve came back with slightly red eyes, Zhao Jin grabbed An Twelve's arm with a smile on his face, pulled him down beside him, squeezed a purple-black sour grape, stuffed it into An Twelve's mouth, and smiled. Asked: "Is it sweet?"

Although An Twelve was a little shy, the two had been intimate countless times, and they had become used to it naturally. He relaxed his strength, leaned against Zhao Jin, let the grapes in his mouth, and chewed carefully, but he was squinted by the sour taste and irritating. eyes.

"sweet…"

"Haha, just eat another one if it's sweet." Zhao Jin deliberately picked another grape with some green in it and put it in Dark Twelve's mouth.

An Twelve wrinkled his nose. The sour smell was really strong. Seeing his master's gloating face, he turned over suddenly with dark eyes, moved closer, and shared the grapes in his mouth with Zhao Jin and ate them.

The taste of sour grapes permeated the mouths of both of them, so sour that everyone frowned.

This can be regarded as killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred.

These grapes were not tribute from outside, but from the wild trees on the mountain in the villa. The steward saw that the grapes looked good, so he picked the big and purple ones and sent them up. I didn't want the wild grapes to look good, but they were actually very sour.

The two of them had had enough quarreling on the soft couch, and most of the sour wild grapes were eaten, but at dinner time, they lost their teeth because they ate too much sour food, and they didn't eat much at night. Zhao Jin looked at the wild grapes. Although the grapes are sour, they are suitable for wine making, so I recalled the blogger’s own wine making method on the video site in my previous life. After drying in direct sunlight, spread it layer by layer, sprinkle cotton white sugar on it, and finally buckle the mud seal to isolate the air.

After finishing these tasks, Zhao Jin patted the ashes on his hands and directed the little eunuch.Put these two jars of newly brewed wine in the cellar and pay attention to them from time to time.

An Twelve is a martial artist, and he has drank a lot of wine in his daily life, but he has never brewed wine himself. Seeing his master make it so lightly, he does not know whether this wine can be brewed. .

"Master, when will this wine be ready?"

The little eunuch next to him cleverly brought clear water to wash Zhao Jin's hands. Zhao Jin washed his hands, blinked his eyes and said in thought, "It will probably be a hundred days later, and Master Shi will have a few drinks with you."

An Twelve thought of the sour grape and was about to say something, but seeing his master was also in high spirits, he swallowed it again.

Forget it, my master also likes it, so let's brew it, after brewing it, he can drink whatever it is.

After washing his hands, he returned to the main hall, and the people below brought a letter from Jiangnan.

Zhao Jin asked to leave the others, and then he opened the envelope. It turned out to be a letter from Zheng Yang. This Zheng Yang was exactly the alias Feng Ruiyang had adopted in Jiangnan for his convenience.

And Zheng was his dead mother's surname. Now in Beijing, the Feng family had already set up a mourning hall for Feng Ruiyang, and the coffin had already been buried, and Feng Ruiyang was no longer alive.

The current Zheng Yang has nothing to do with the eldest son of the Feng family in the past.

After Zhao Jin opened the letter, he saw a plate of banknotes and three letters with neat handwriting inside. After carefully reading it, he laughed loudly.

"This Zheng Yang is quite capable. Before he left, he just gave him a structural drawing of the loom. He used the alias of a businessman from the Zheng family to recruit craftsmen. With the convenience and efficiency of the loom, he recruited a large number of female workers to make Cloth, although the cost of cotton linen, fine cloth and silk is not the same, but with looms, the cost and labor are greatly reduced, and those cloth merchants in the south of the Yangtze River are also panicked."

Dark Twelve naturally also saw the stack of bank notes in Zhao Jinxin, and remembered Feng Ruiyang's ruthless and decisive begging at the door that day, and said with some worry.

"Zheng Yang has been tortured by his aunt since he was a child. He has a fierce temper. Master is not afraid that he will get money in the south of the Yangtze River and become rebellious?"

Zhao Jin hooked his lips, took out the stack of bank notes, and threw them on the table.

"Being able to let the dog out of the cage naturally has a way to tame him. The loom in his hand is only crudely made. I can make a loom with higher efficiency and lower cost than that anytime and anywhere."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jin casually put the letter paper on the candle and lit it, then leaned on his chin, looked at An Twelve with a smile and raised his eyebrows: "Do you think the master will put a chess piece beside him to monitor his every move?" How about a move?"

An Twelve blinked thoughtfully, the master who controlled the overall situation made him feel unfathomable, and his heart was beating like thunder at the same time, he vaguely felt that the master was setting up a big chess game, and Zhao Jin never shy away from him.

He knew everything about Zhao Jin.

Knowing that he shouldn't ask, but after many days of getting along with the master's gentleness, An Shi couldn't control his voice.

"Why did the master tell his subordinates about such an important matter?"

The smile on the corner of Zhao Jin's lips deepened, he stretched out his hand to play with An Twelve's fallen hair, stretched out his head to kiss his lips twice, and looked deeply at An Twelve with his beautiful phoenix eyes.

"Why do you say?"

At this moment, twelve hearts are dark.A little sour, a little sweet, and a little dazed.

"loyalty?"

Zhao Jin nodded, then shook his head again, Ruyu's fingers lightly tapped Dark Twelve's reddish lower lip.

"Guess again..."

An Twelve was a little dazed this time, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Zhao Jin watched An Twelve's reaction for a moment, wanting to let him say something he liked to hear, and also relieve the doubts in his heart.

Nai He An Twelve seemed to be hit by a pie falling from the sky at this moment, he was dazed, his ears were slightly red, Zhao Jin laughed and shook his head.

"Fool…"

An Twelve wanted to ask again, but Zhao Jin didn't talk to him any more, put the banknotes in his arms, happily went to the accounting room, and happily returned to the bedroom to keep his own small account.

Dark Twelve looked at Zhao Jin's back, and there was an answer ready to come out, but he opened his mouth, as if a beating heart was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't believe it, and he was a little flustered

He always thought that the master was out of necessity at first, but later he was greedy for pleasure.