"Have your brother brought you good things?"

As soon as he arrived at the Shen family, Bao Zheng picked up Guoguo and asked.

Guoguo was also excited and counting with her fingers, and the joy was almost overflowing.

It seems that when I was at the Bao family, Lao Bao was very good at Guoguo!

Chen An nodded slightly, then took a pen and paper to start recalling.

Later generations of carriages could walk on mountain roads with thousands of kilograms of coal. Apart from long slopes, they generally did not need the help of the owner, but they rely on the method of binding.

Chen An felt that his painting skills were very good, at least they looked a bit beautiful.

"Is this what you draw... a dog pulling a cart?"

Bao Zheng looked at it hesitantly for a while before he recognized that it was a dog pulling a cart.

"It's a horse!"

Chen An turned around and said with a look of grief and anger: "I said Bao Gong, have you ever seen a dog?"

He pointed to the animal pulling the cart and said, "Look, horse head, horse body, horse tail..."

Guoguo was hugged by the old bag and suddenly shouted: "Brother, I have no feet..."

Chen An was stunned, and then looked at it, he was indeed futile.

He smiled dryly and said, "Forget it, Guoguo's eyes are so good!"

Lao Bao pointed at him in anger and said, "You said that Guoguo is saying good-looking, and you are talking about... You are referring to dogs as horses."

Chen An said with a verbal conscience: "In my eyes, this is a horse, perfect..."

Old Bao put down Guoguo angrily and said, "You kid was broken when you issued the document. You didn't even write it for long... Huh!"

Old Bao suddenly slapped his forehead and said angrily: "You kid are just a cunning guy!"

Chen An put down the pen and said angrily: "Why am I cunning?"

Lao Bao pointed at him and sighed, "The document agreed that if he lost, the person would have to eat within a quarter of an hour...eat that. But he didn't decide how long it would take to compete...Chen An, Chen An, you..."

"So unhonest."

Lao Bao felt that he had lived in vain for most of his life, but now he thought of Chen An's tricks in the documents.

Chen An was proud of himself, thinking that there were countless traps in future contracts. This was just a small test. If he could preside over the signing of a contract with Liao Kingdom, he would guarantee that Yelu Hongji would only want to vomit blood.

Bao Zheng was going back, and before leaving, a ridiculous thought suddenly emerged.

"I thought... If you were there in the Song Dynasty during the Chanyuan Alliance, and sent you to join forces and sign a contract, you would have nothing to say if the Liao Emperor would be killed by you..."

Chen An said with a smile: "How could it be! If I were here, I would definitely be in charge of the battle..."

So Chen An was thinking about how to improve the carriage tie at home, and he gradually realized something outside.

That Huang Qi was the cousin of the Censor Mao, so when he saw Chen An talk loudly, he bubbling to squeeze him out.

After receiving the document, Huang Qi ran outside the Censorate and said that there was an urgent matter at the Censor Mao's family.

When Censor Mao rushed out anxiously, he did not see his family. When he saw Huang Qi, his cousin, he said angrily: "What are you asking me for your family?"

Huang Qi was so angry that he said, "What are you pretending to be like? Brother, I brought you good things today."

Huang Qi is similar to the ruffian. The Censor Mao has always looked down on this cousin. Every time he meets, he either mocks or is cold.

"nice one?"

Censor Mao looked at him suspiciously and said, "Did you cause trouble outside..."

Huang Qi took out the document and said coldly: "Look at it for yourself."

Censor Mao took the document and looked carefully, and said casually: "Did you sell your house?... Where to live in that family, let me agree first, there is no place in my house... Huh! Carriage!"

Huang Qi hugged his chest with his hands and said proudly: "Look down. If I hadn't thought that you had been beaten twice by Chen An, I wouldn't have come today, brother."

Yushi Mao read it carefully, then patted Huang Qi on the shoulder and said, "Wait."

He ran in and Huang Qi said angrily: "This is my document, don't think about destroying the bridge across the river."

Censor Mao rushed in and found the coachman of Censor.

"Is there a better way to tie the carriage? It's not a way to polish the horse's back."

The carriage of the Censorate is not very useful, and the coachman is useless all day long, so he is considered a beautiful person.

But it's boring to do nothing! So the coachman secretly drank in broad daylight and was dizzy at this moment.

He raised his drunken eyes, burped and said, "Civilian Mao? No, it has been used for so many years. Who has a way to use it long ago? No, there is no way."

Censor Mao reached out to touch his cuff for a while, and finally touched a small string of copper coins.

"If that's right, this money is yours!"

The coachman drank alcohol every day and had already drunk money. At this moment, his eyes shone brightly when he saw the money.

"Don't worry, the villain swears, if anyone can come up with a way to not rub the horse's back, the villain is willing to eat shit..."

Censor Mao was secretly happy and said with a stern face: "Stop talking about these disgusting people."

Turning back, he left the Censorate and saw Huang Qi wandering back and forth uneasyly, he snorted coldly.

"You did this well. If things are done, I will help you in the future."

Huang Qi was waiting for this sentence, and he hurriedly bowed his hand to thank him.

The ruffian often commits crimes, and a cousin of the censor comes forward, and the general military patrol shops will not bother with him.

This is equivalent to a gold medal for avoiding death.

Huang Qi went back proudly, and Censor Mao also went to work happily, wrote a memorial and handed it into the palace.

"Your Majesty, the Censor impeached Chen An..."

Zhao Zhen was still immersed in the joy of the Liao Kingdom suffering a great loss. He heard this and said casually: "He has just returned to Bianliang. Have you caused trouble again? Tell me."

Chen Zhongheng took the memorial and looked at it.

"puff!"

Just now, the monarch and ministers were discussing the position of Wang Anshi, the Jiangdong Punishment Prison. Fu Bi was thinking about it. Hearing this laughter, he couldn't help but frown and look at it, but it was Chen Zhongheng.

Zhao Zhen said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of decent thing is it!"

Chen Zhongheng hurriedly apologized and said, "Your Majesty... This Chen An, this Chen Guanzhi... He is making a bet with others!"

Zhao Zhen nodded and said unhappily: "He is looking for trouble for nothing, what have he bet on?"

Chen Zhongheng said: "Chen An and a rookie bet on improving the method of tying a carriage, saying that it is possible to avoid smearing the horse's back."

"What if it can't?"

Fu Bi felt that Chen An was really... speechless.

"If you can't, then eat...sheep."

"puff!"

"puff!"

The monarch and ministers in the hall laughed together.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Zhen laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and finally calmed down. Seeing that the prime ministers below were still laughing so hard that they could not laugh, he said angrily: "What if he lost? Is the presiding officer eating that in public?"

The prime ministers were stunned. They were all just concerned about having fun. As for the officials below, what does it have to do with us?

Just as he thought that this was Chen An's work, all kinds of emotions suddenly came.

Should I gloat or should I sympathize with you...

"Go and ask, maybe it's improved."

Zhao Zhen didn't want to pay attention to the angered political affairs and said, "They are slowly discussing Wang Anshi's affairs and will return to me."

So everyone dispersed.

As soon as he left the hall, Han Qi hurried to the Political Affairs Hall.

Fu Bi and others were also in a hurry, and the guards they met on the road were all surprised.

"My husbands are so anxious, is there something big of an accident?"

As soon as they arrived at the Political Affairs Hall, a group of prime ministers found the coachman.

The coachman is just a little man, when did he have such treatment?

He was stared at by a group of prime ministers, and he was nervous and at a loss.

"...Honey, I'm afraid...I'm afraid I can't!"

Han Qi frowned and said, "If you can, you can, you can't, just say it."

The coachman gritted his teeth and said, "No."
To be continued...