At this time, the king didn't know that Li Er and his other people actually sold themselves to please Li Yuan. Of course, he didn't know anything about what happened in Chang'an last night and the good things he was hailed as the [Poetry Ghost].

Because he was woken up at around three o'clock in the morning, he realized why Aunt Zhang and Zhang Qi went to bed so early last night. It turned out that the worship of heaven and earth here started to wake up in the early morning of the first day of the lunar month, rather than many modern people choose to worship all night long.

Fortunately, starting at four o'clock, all the villagers who had worshipped the world gathered at Tingyu Pavilion to listen to the tune. After all, it is said that two generals and their families are coming to attend the first Spring Festival Gala in Zhangjiagou.

When did the villagers meet any high-ranking officials? They all come to help happily. For a while, they move tables and chairs, kill pigs and sheep, kill chickens and geese, and make them lively.

As the general coordinator here, Wang Ye took Wang Yu to the large stage at the entrance of the courtyard, but just sitting was too busy. Almost a dozen breaths, a villager came over to ask about this, or to collect items, or to ask for more staff.

Usually, Wang also solves the problem in one sentence, which makes Ma Zhou and Zhang Qi sitting next to him. After all, Ma Zhou is now responsible for managing the entry and exit of the warehouse, while Zhang Qi is responsible for arranging personnel.

At this time, Aunt Zhang also ran over with a big basin and said anxiously: "Young Master, we have less sugar preparation. This cream doesn't feel sweet enough after making it. It doesn't reach the level you said to be sweet enough. You can try it."

Wang Ye looked at the butter as white as snow in the big basin, and hurried over and dipped it in his index finger and put it in his mouth for a while: "Well, it's not sweet enough. The menu I copied uses the units of measurement from the Western Regions, which may be different from the Tang Dynasty. If you put too little sugar, I guess it will be twice as much."

Aunt Zhang said with a heartache: "Oh my God, is this cake so wasteful of candy?"

Wang doesn't argue, a joke! The sugar in Datang is expensive, but I don't lack it. Many modern cake shops use industrial sugar, otherwise it will not be sweet enough or delicious. They smiled and said, "Aunt Zhang does what I said, and you will definitely not be able to stop eating. Ma Zhou will add another 20 kilograms of sugar to the kitchen." The latter sentence was about Ma Zhou.

"Okay city lord." Ma Zhou was still doing things as usual, and then said, "Aunt Zhang, please arrange a few healthy wives to collect them."

Aunt Zhang has always admired scholars like Ma Zhou and urged Zhang Qiduo to get close to Ma Zhou every day. When he saw Ma Zhou talking, he hurriedly answered.

Wang Ye smiled and sat back on the rocking chair. He saw that it was almost time to eat and eat, and then said to Zhang Qi: "Xiao Qi, why haven't the person you arranged yet? Two thousand big cakes should be easy to buy?"

Zhang Qi was writing and drawing on paper at this time. Although his handwriting was sloppy, he saw that the work areas above were marked clearly, and the number of personnel and the area manager also wrote very clearly. At this time, he heard Wang Ye’s question and hurriedly looked up and said, “Uncle Lai just came back and said, and he would be there in another moment.”

Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction and said to Ma Zhou again: "Ma Zhou, has the milk been brought out?"

Ma Zhou replied respectfully: "When I go back to the city lord, I have moved out. There are 50 boxes of Yili, 30 boxes of Mengniu, 24 bottles per box, 1,920 bottles in total. The number of people who help us is about 500, two bottles per person and four big cakes, and there is still a surplus of milk."

Look, this is the answer from professionals and non-professionals. Wang Ye felt happy at this moment and couldn't let go of Ma Zhou.

Soon, Zhang Li was coming over with a few villagers, took out a bottle of milk from the large pot of hot milk in front of the stage, inserted it into a straw and started drinking. He looked up at Wang Ye and smiled and said, "Mr. Lord, the door is set. Should I ask Assistant Ma to write this word?"

When Wang Ye heard this, he found that it was a wooden arch and said, "No, the Grand Secretary Yu Shinan will come at that time. Our calligraphy is not enough for others to read. You just need to write a few words."

"But I don't know what words to write?"

"Well, just write it, warmly welcome the leaders of the capital to visit, or congratulate the first Spring Festival Gala of Zhangjiagou, etc. Anyway, it's simple and direct, so don't be too literary." Wang said nothing.

"Uh...well, that's the old man..."

Zhang Lizheng and his friends just left, and the Thirteenth and Fourteen, who were responsible for the sound control area behind the stage, came again.

"Master Lord, we added two more audios to both sides of the gatehouse. Now we can basically ensure that people from here to the gatehouse can hear us talking on the stage." The short and fat Thirteen said panting.

Wang Ye bought all the audio equipment online, so he specially purchased several emergency diesel power generation equipment. It took him a long time to teach the two brothers how to operate the audio control software. Of course, it was just simple knowledge. Even Wang himself could not do it.

"Oh? All are set up? Is the power sufficient?" Wang also asked.

"Uh, I don't know this, why don't you try it?"

"Well, give it a try, just play the song "Congratulations on the Richness"."

"Okay, the city lord wait." After saying that, the two of them ran back to the backstage.

After a few breaths, the entire road in front of Tingyu Pavilion was filled with Sister Zhuo Yiting's "Congratulations on the Richness". The sudden singing scared several people who came to help from the next village. After hearing the explanation from the villagers of Zhangjiagou, they felt relieved.

The cheerful rhythm immediately attracted the villagers to sing, and many villagers and children with some musical cells came.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, seven dong jingle, eight dong jingle, congratulations on your wealth, congratulations on your wonderful..."

The light music and simple lyrics can be learned as soon as you learn it. Following the cheerful rhythm of the singing, the movements in the hands of the villagers in Zhangjiagou accelerated a little, and the whole working atmosphere was very disharmonious.

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After eating morning food, I was busy again. It was noon, and Wang Ye was still holding his mobile phone to recite the lyrics. This was prepared to go on stage to confess his love to the evening, and the person he confessed was Yu Lingyan.

However, what the king didn't know was that at this time, Yu Lingyan was holding a red invitation in the Chang'an City, in the sky.

This is the party invitation that Wang Ye specially went to Chang'an to hand her. The seats were second only to the VIP special seats of the two generals, which were seated on the sofa and closed seats for heating the stove.

Yu Lingyan refused in her heart at this time, but when she remembered the words that the person who had just sent the invitation to Wang Ye, she felt very shaken again.

"Miss Yu, my city lord said that he has prepared a unique gift in this world for you. I hope you will be welcomed by the invitation no matter what!"

Isn’t this unique thing that I always want when I think of it? Mirrors, snacks, toiletries, dresses, fireworks, aren’t unique. So is the gift mentioned this time really unique?

Yu Lingyan hesitated because Wang Yeshi's name is already famous in Chang'an, and the future title of the prince-consort is also talked about; at this time, it seems unreasonable to interfere with him, even if he vaguely feels that Wang may really like him.

"I don't care. Even if I bear the infamy, I will go and see it. After all, it was a gift he gave me, a unique gift in the world."

Yu Lingyan, who made up her mind, felt relieved and no longer had to worry too much. She called the maid and wanted to show her most beautiful side to Wang Ye and the only man who made her heart moved.
Chapter completed!