On the main road outside Tingyu Pavilion in Zhangjiagou, Jingyang.

Wang also didn't know that Li Er, Qin Qiong, and Changsun Wugui misunderstood that he liked Li Qingcheng, and the orthodox Zhang Qi and Ma Zhou rode bicycles.

"Pig, Xiaoqi, are you a pig? Why did you fall as soon as I let go? I said it a few times. When I was about to fall, I quickly put the foot on that side on the ground. Look at Ma Zhou, now he has already rode to the river."

Wang Ye covered his face with one hand. He was really angry by Zhang Qi's timid personality. How could a half-aged child ride a bicycle and fall into this bird's appearance? It's amazing.

Zhang Qiyi held up the bicycle on the ground with a bitter look on his face, carefully checked it, and saw that there was nothing broken, then he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the sludge from his face, and spoke.

"Young Master, you can't blame me. The seat of this bicycle is too high, and my feet can't even reach the ground." As he said that, he signaled to Wang Ye with a grievance, and saw Zhang Qi sitting in his seat, his feet hanging from the air and still more than ten centimeters above the ground.

When Wang Ye saw that he was 1.8 meters tall and rode at this height just right. Zhang Qi was only 1.6 meters tall. It was really too high. His feet were hanging in the air without force. He smiled embarrassedly: "Haha, I forgot it. Come, I will adjust the height for you."

At this time, Ma Zhouyi, who was quickly turning back from the river, kept ringing the bell in horror, and kept screaming in his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhh, City Lord, Xiao Qi, you get out of the way, the brakes fail, get out of the way quickly."

When Wang Ye saw it, he shouted speechlessly: "You guys, are you riding into the haystack again? Fighting, hurry up."

It was time to say that Ma Zhou put his feet on the ground at the same time. The leather boots that Wang Ye gave him rubbed violently with the ground. The bicycle that rushed over quickly stopped in front of Wang Ye and Zhang Qi.

Ma Zhou jumped out of the car in cold sweat and checked the brake pads that were stuck in the weeds, and saw that they were covered with dead leaves that were rubbed black.

Pulling out the leaves on it, Ma Zhou said excitedly: "City Lord, do you really want to give me this bicycle? Hehe, how embarrassed you are."

Wang also replied with a hygiene ball, "You are thinking too much. This is your transportation tool for both of you. The distance from Tingyu Pavilion to the workshop is a bit far. I can't raise horses in Tingyu Pavilion. I am afraid of smell. It's a bargain for you."

Ma Zhou and Zhang Qi looked at each other and smiled, thinking that Wang had many problems. Whose cattle, sheep, donkey and horse are not tied to their own yard, but he has many problems.

However, if Wang hadn't been afraid that the animals' excrement was unhygienic, he wouldn't have bought a few folding bicycles on Taobao, and by the way they were cheaper.

In fact, what neither of them knew was the main reason and the only important reason: Wang Ye didn't know how to ride a horse.

The three of them looked at the sky and were about to eat and eat. Wang Ye's stomach had been roaring for a long time. Today's morning exercise was over after riding a few laps of bicycles. Wang didn't care whether Zhang Qi would do it or not and went home.

"By the way, Ma Zhou, the account of Dugu Shangshu's family will send dividends from the kang. After you and Zhang Qiyi have finished their meal, they will quickly go and clean the warehouse. The day before yesterday, Dugu Shangshu said that there were about 160,000 guan. You have to check it clearly. Chang'an is too far away after all, and we must be on guard against others."

Since Dugu Huai'en took away the design drawing of the kang last time, Wang Ye was angrily criticized by Cheng Yaojin for a long time, saying that the kang's profit was amazing, and the entire Chang'an had a net profit of hundreds of thousands of yuan, so why was it cheaper for others?

But Cheng Yaojin said that it was probably because he was worried that the king would suffer a loss. He always went to the Ministry of Works to explain the marriage between Wang Yu and Erniu, which was a warning to Dugu Shangshu not to do some dirty things.

"Okay, no problem." Ma Zhou responded easily. These are trivial matters that are not difficult for him.

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After dinner, Ma Zhou and Zhang Qi went to work hard, and Wang Ye walked to the yard where Wang Yu was listening to the crosstalk performance.

Of course, it is not the crosstalk you listen to on MP3. At this time, in front of Wang Yu, the brothers Zhang Shisan and Zhang Shissi were interpreting several classic crosstalk clips downloaded by Wang Ye from modern times.

The eloquence of these two people was discovered by Wang Ye accidentally. They happened to be tall, thin and the other was short and fat. Wang Ye asked Wang Yu to teach them how to use MP3 and let them imitate the people inside, intending to be one of the programs of the first Spring Festival Gala in the Tang Dynasty.

"Xiaoyu, how about it? Can Thirteen and Thirteen perform on stage?" Wang Ye walked to the three of them with a smile and asked.

"Master Lord." Zhang Shisan and Zhang Shisi stopped and bowed to greet him when they saw the king coming.

When Wang Yu heard his brother's voice, he replied with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, the imitation of Thirteen and Thirteen is already Wei Miaowei, especially Thirteen. Sometimes the tone changes are just like the fat man you mentioned, adding a lot of joy!"

When the two of them heard Wang Yu agree so much, they shyly lowered their heads and thanked: "Haha, it's all Sister Xiaoyu who taught them well. If it weren't for Sister Xiaoyu's corrections, we wouldn't know how we were talking!"

"Haha, don't be modest, you two boys, Xiaoyu said yes, it must be good. I believe you, General Qin and General Cheng's families will be there at that time. You have to listen to Yuge. If the performance is good, I will be rewarded."

"Yes, thank you, Lord City." The two of them were both surprised and happy when they heard that a big shot was about to come to listen to their performance.

Wang Ye nodded with a smile, picked up his phone and looked at the time. He saw that it was already past eleven o'clock and it had almost two hours passed. Why haven't the person arrived yet?

"Thirteen, go to Zhang Lizheng's house to see, why haven't the person arrived yet? He is the main player in tomorrow's performance and cannot be careless."

When Zhang Shisan heard Wang Ye's order, he responded happily: "Okay, Lord City."

"Haha, don't worry, don't worry, isn't you here?" Cao Cao said that Cao Cao was here.

I saw Zhang Li wearing a black Zhongshan suit, smiling and pushing the door in. He held his hands behind him, tied his silver hair into a ball, and put a bun in a wooden hair, and walked in with his head raised. This was the performance style specially designed by Wang Ye for him.

"Oh, Old Man Zhang, you're finally here. Hurry up, we'll have to rehearse a few times, otherwise the performance will be a mess."

"Fall up?"

"Oh, that's what it means to be done."

I have to say that Wang Ye has the potential to be a star scout. This old man Zhang was a scholar from the previous dynasty and the first scholar in the provincial examination in the Sui Dynasty. He did not achieve any fame because he changed his dynasty and was born in a farmer. However, he worked as a storyteller for a few years in his early years. That day, after listening to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms brought by Wang Ye, he was shocked and learned it directly. Now he is well-known.

Seeing that Zhang Lizheng was coming, Wang also asked Aunt Zhang to make a pot of new tea, sat in the yard to help Zhang Lizheng correct his typhoon movements, and guided him to change his tone and control his expression when he was telling.

In this way, on the east side of the yard are the crosstalk rehearsals of Wang Yu, Zhang Shisan and Zhang Shissi, and on the west side of the yard are Wang Ye and Zhang Lizheng's Lao Zhang talk about the Three Kingdoms. Everyone was busy for a while.

At this time, all the talented men and beauties, princes and ministers were preparing for the New Year’s Eve banquet and poetry meeting held at the Zhuque Building at night. What were you preparing? Of course, you were dressing yourself! Men and women in the early Tang Dynasty liked to dress themselves up. Makeup was not a privilege for women. Many men also used cosmetics, but they didn’t wear heavy makeup like women.
Chapter completed!