Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Deng Danian has been depressed in recent days, and he often sends his buddies to see how the whitewashing works next door.

That morning, the guy went to the next room without him reminding him, and his face was shocked when he came back.

"The shopkeeper, the one next door is ready."

Damn it! Are you fooling me? Do you still want to do it!

Of course, Deng Danian didn't believe that the next door could finish the whitewashing in just a few days, so he went there in person.

As soon as he arrived next door, Deng Danian saw that the walls and the ground were completely renewed, and the tables and benches were also new, and his heart was cold.

"Hey! The one in front is out of the way!"

At this moment, someone yelled from behind, and Deng Danian hurried to the side, and saw a group of men and women carrying kitchen utensils.

"What a beautiful little pot!"

"Huh! What is this bright color?"

Now that the restaurant has opened, Fang Xing will certainly not stingy and take out a brand new suit from the warehouse.

In the huge kitchen, three cooks are directing people to place things.

Taking out a kitchen knife from the knife shelf, Bao Xinman couldn't help but praised: "Good knife!"

The full set of kitchen utensils are shiny, and the three chefs who I saw wanted to open it today.

Back at Qingzhuju, Deng Danian's worried look made the guy a little strange, so he comforted him: "You can rest assured, the shopkeeper, no matter how beautiful the whitewashing is, but we still look at the back kitchen. There is no special skill, this Zhuque Street can be. Can't tolerate him!"

Deng Danian sighed and cheered up: "What you said is that our cook is a descendant of the imperial kitchen. Anyone can invite it."

"Husband, it's about to fire, you have to choose a name!"

Fang Xing has been to Zhuque Street every day for guidance recently, so she was lazy at home today, and she casually said: "Or just call it No.1 Xian!"

Zhang Shuhui nodded and said: "It's okay, it's better than what is called a belly building."

Fang Xing was angry when he heard it, and while there was no one around, he hugged Zhang Shuhui and threatened: "Are you starting to despise me? Or that there is no green bamboo house, Mingyue Tower is nice!"

Zhang Shuhui hurriedly struggled and said, "My husband, let go, there is no concubine!"

After playing around for a while, Fang Xing confessed to make a plaque.

"Master, maybe you write it yourself."

Fang Jay Lun thinks that his young master is the star of Wenqu, writing a plaque is like playing?

"Master?"

"what?"

Fang Xinggu said to his left and right: "Food is the heaven for the people, so let's go to the household department."

Seeing that the days of Beizheng are getting closer and closer, the household department is very busy.

Xia Yuanji was even more busy. The busy Zhu Di wanted to build a new palace in the palace but he refused.

"Your Majesty, it's time for the new year, money and food are tight!"

Zhu Di's eyes were staring, but Xia Yuanji was still unmoved, instead, she persuaded her heartily: "Your Majesty, the northern expedition is imminent, and the dredging of various waterways also requires money and food, and the minister is really out of money..."

Daming has continued to carry out major projects in recent years, and the finances can sustain it. Xia Yuanji has contributed.

So Zhu Di had to wave his hand depressed to drive people away: "Qing, let's go!"

After the people left, Zhu Di said bitterly with hatred: "This old man Xia, I have to look at his face if I want any money!"

The **** snickered on the side, knowing that there are only a handful of people who dared to refuse Zhu Di many times in the country, and Xia Yuanji is one of them.

When the treasure banknotes rapidly depreciated in value, Xia Yuanji controlled the circulation of the treasure banknotes and linked the price of the treasure banknotes to the price of salt. This saved the banknotes that had almost become waste paper.

In addition, Xia Yuanji went to manage the Wusong River many times at the beginning of Yongle, and finally succeeded in dredging. The extra river was the Huangpu River afterwards.

Such capable people, even Zhu Di did not dare to be scornful, and even assigned him to follow the emperor's grandson to facilitate teaching.

After returning to the Ministry of Households, as soon as Xia Yuanji entered Xia Yuanji, he saw Fang Xing. He said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Fang Xing ended the'mathematics training class' ahead of schedule. Xia Yuanji had some opinions about this, so seeing Fang Xing at this moment, of course he would not have a good face.

Fang Xing followed Xia Yuanji with a smile, and said as he walked, "Master Xia, I have left a student in the household department."

Xia Yuanji said casually: "Yao Ping? But he didn't see anyone for a day."

Old pick! Wouldn't you give me a chance to speak?

Fang Xing used a killer move: "Master Xia, I am writing the second book of mathematics..."

Sure enough, Xia Yuanji stopped, turned around and looked at Fang Xing and said, "When you are done, you will send it to my household first."

Sure enough, it is not profitable and can not afford to be early!

Fang Xing threw out the bait, and naturally he wanted to reciprocate.

Xia Yuanji's footsteps were very fast, and when he got outside his Shangshu room, he asked strangely, "Why haven't you left?"

Ha ha!

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Master Jiumu wrote a good hand. Today, I dare to ask the adults to give me the calligraphy so that the students can go back and copy."

Old Xia, don't want to send me if you don't give me a favor!

Xia Yuanji frowned and looked at Fang Xing, "This official has no time to write."

This is a door!

Fang Xing was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Master Xia, just three words."

Xia Yuanji suddenly realized that, pointing to Fang Xing and cursing, "You kid, is it because you have to make a plaque at home, that's why you came to find the official? Come in."

When he got inside, Xia Yuanji's time was tight, so he asked people to rub his ink and asked, "Which three characters?"

Fang Xing glanced at the little official who rubbed ink, and said awkwardly: "First fresh."

"What? Say it again!"

Xia Yuanji was taken aback, and the brush in his hand dripped a drop of ink on the paper.

Fang Xing said happily, "There is a restaurant in the student's house. If the adults are free, they can go to Yipin, and you are guaranteed to be full of praise."

Xia Yuanji woke up with the finger of the brush, and then wrote three words with a wry smile.

Fang Xing took the banner and praised: "My lord's word really is..."

Fang Xing is a layman for calligraphy, so he can't think of any good words to praise. Xia Yuanji started rushing people while he was searching for intestines.

"The official's words are just plain. You don't need to brag about it. Go ahead."

Fang Xing knew that Xia Yuanji's time was tight, so he said, "Master Xia, remember, this first dish is on Suzaku Street, so go there often!"

Erpi face!

Xia Yuanji couldn't help laughing after seeing Fang Xing's brisk flash.

The little clerk couldn't help but curiously asked: "My lord~www.wuxiaspot.com~ why do you think this restaurant is titled?"

Literati must pay attention to character, and Xia Yuanji just talked to Fang Xing for a few words, and immediately wrote a plaque, which seems to outsiders to be somewhat reserved!

Xia Yuanji took the latest money and food mobilization data, and casually said: "Which family does not do business? There are also many officials in the DPRK who do business secretly. Doing business is not ashamed!"

Fang Xing collected Xia Yuanji's inscription, and quickly went to Zhu Zhanji.

In Taisun's mansion, after learning that Zhu Zhanji had gone to Jubaoshan Thousand Households, Fang Xing handed the banner to Yu Jia unceremoniously.

"After His Highness comes back, I will say that this is the plaque I want, and find a famous artist to make it quickly."

Yu Jia was the great **** next to Zhu Zhanji. He was surprised when he read the words.

"Isn't this the character of Xia Shangshu?"

Xia Yuanji often assists Zhu Zhanji, so everyone around him recognizes the font of the God of Wealth. (To be continued.)