Zhao Wu's skills in driving cars are getting better and better. It has to be said that Wei Guo's national strength is not very good, but Wei Guo's public security may be the best country in this period.

In addition, under the strict system, both the people and the monarchs are indomitable to extraordinary things, which makes Diqiu feel a kind of peace that is not in line with this era.

Back at the restaurant, Bian Zibai jumped out of the car and was excited like a child: "I finally have a house in Diqiu!"

Bai Gui and Lu Ji, who were attracted by the shouts from the restaurant, looked at Gongsun Yang in confusion. The latter smiled indifferently and said, "Yes. A house in the inner city."

“How much did it cost?”

Bian Zibai didn't care about money, and he was not interested in what he calculated by pounding, and used stones to measure copper coins with a little more. Not only that, he also felt a sense of burden of disgust. So much so that Gongsun Yang, who had just solved the financial crisis, also had a kind of free and easy way to treat money not as money.

Gongsun Yang smiled and said, "Ten thousand yuan. It is the outer house of Nan Zhuo, the legitimate son of Nan family, who is in the inner city. Nan Zhuo gave up the house to Xiaobai. By the way, when the city lord's mansion sends the contract, you can go to see the new house."

When it comes to Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. Even if Pan Yi is no longer a county magistrate, he has not handed over the hand. He has the power in his hands. How stupid should he not make friends with his superiors?

While talking, Pan Yi brought a subordinate and a transfer contract. It was almost the same as after Bian Zibai and Gongsun Yang's death on the road, Pan Yi jogged back to the city lord's mansion, and then confirmed the transfer contract with the seal that had not been handed over.

In less than half an hour, Nan Zhuo's house was already a property under Bian Zibai's hands.

"Can you go and see the house now?" Lu Ji never smiled when she heard that she would live in a new house. Although she was not the kind of person who cares about her on weekdays, she did not show off. It was not that she had no idea about her residence. Although the shop on the street still had a room to live in, it always gave people a feeling of wandering.

The houses in the inner city are different. This is a home, a real home.

Bian Zibai smiled and said, "Of course, let's go together and set your house down today. At that time, everyone will choose the house they want, prepare some daily necessities tomorrow and send them to the new house. This is considered a moving house."

“Do we have one too?”

Zhao Guo and Zhao Duo ran over and looked at Bian Zibai expectantly.

Maybe he was still alone, and he was too lazy to care about the little slave's thoughts, but Bian Zibai didn't care about the superiority and inferiority. With the two little loli, he was so cute that he naturally couldn't bear to refuse. He agreed, "You guys have it too."

When the family rushed to Nanzhuo's villa excitedly, they stood outside the gate and then lowered their excitement. Looking at the tall house gate, they felt a little afraid. Should they live in such a high-gate and large-scale lord?

The door was open, and the old servant beside Nanfeng stood at the door. Even though it was deserted at the door, the old man's age at the twilight age gave people a steady and steady state. At this moment, Gongsun Yang, who was watching the excitement, felt solemnity. The foundation of the wealthy family was probably not something that could be seen by just a few golden cakes.

The old servant was not enthusiastic and did not make things difficult, just a normal tone: "The young master asked the old servant to hand over the catalog of the warehouse to Lord Neishi. The servants in the family had left half an hour ago, and the maid and singer walked with him, but there were more than ten horses left behind in the stable. The young master wanted to leave and give it to the Lord."

"I'm working." Even Bian Zibai felt the loyalty of the other party, but his tone did not fluctuate at all. He reached out to take the roster and nodded to thank him.

"The old slave surrenders."

The old servant led a boy beside him, perhaps his grandson, and staggered away from the gate. His back was straight, his clothes were windy, and his white hair spread out in the wind. This kind of demeanor was probably not even common in the court. But there were such servants in the Nan family.

Even Bian Zibai was a little envious. As for being solemn? Forget it, if people offend them, they don’t care how much they offended them.

Anyway, if Nan Zhuo wants to continue the ordnance business, he must have the supply of Wuyan's iron. Zhongli Changke, the head of Wuyan's family in Diqiu, still hopes that Bian Zibai will bring him more secret recipes.

Even if it is a process of smelting and crafting iron, Bian Zibai will give it a little bit. It is only the first time that he gave it more concentratedly, so he has the illusion of packing and selling it. Perhaps only the person involved Zhong Lichang knew that Bian Zibai was difficult. If it was a separate secret recipe, although Zhong Lichang would not violate the original agreement, he could reduce the output of the Diqiu Iron Smelting Workshop in disguise, thereby transferring profits.

However, because he was afraid of offending Bian Zibai and worried that more secret recipes would be obtained by his competitors, he had to make the promises meticulous. So in Nan Zhuo's eyes, Zhong Lichang felt like he was being eaten by Bian Zibai. But in fact, merchants were pursuing profits. Who could know that Zhong Lichang was thinking of getting more benefits from Bian Zibai? Before he could 100% sure that Bian Zibai sold all the secret recipes to him, Zhong Lichang would not turn against him, and would even act like he obeyed.

Gongsun Yang looked at the old servant and was a little lost.

He worked hard to meet, and the Gongsun family was also brilliant. Perhaps, in the most glorious era of the Gongsun family, there were also one or two amazing old servants.

Pan Yi's eyes fell for a while, then disappeared, volunteered: "Sir, there is a map of this house in the city guard house. Should I take the adults to walk around?"

"Take others to see! Brother Gongsun and I are walking around." Bian Zibai left Gongsun Yang with him naturally had something to ask. Going to office is just the first step. It is difficult for Bian Zibai, but it is not very difficult.

But the corpse position is not his style.

In his previous life, he had a gap in his chest and had no chance to show the world. But in this life, he had been around forever. If he could not leave his name in history, he would have traveled through time in vain. Even if he had been infamous for thousands of years... he would probably be better than being unknown.

I walked through the corridor and came to the front hall. The specifications were not very large, but I put a lot of thought into the construction. At least there were bricks and tiles, and different restaurants were still thatched roofs.

This is not thatched roofs are not good, but that the thick straws are too heavy, which ultimately gives people a feeling of depression and darkness. It is not as bright and transparent as brick and tile houses, which is also the standard configuration of aristocratic houses of this era.

When only Bian Zibai and Gongsun Yang were left behind, Gongsun Yang suddenly fell to the ground, scaring Bian Zibai.

He hurriedly grabbed Gongsun Yang's arm and said repeatedly: "Brother Gongsun, what are you doing? Kill me!"

But Gongsun Yang was not moved at all. He leaned his hands on the ground and rested his head on the ground. He finished a standard pause. Then he gave up. His tone was a little sobbing: "Yang is talented and knowledgeable, but he has no hope of becoming an official in the Wei Kingdom. He was determined to leave, but his teachings from his deceased father were in his ears, and he was in panic all day long. If it weren't for his recommendation from his virtuous brother, he would be ashamed of his deceased father in the future. Please don't refuse. Yang is not a wise man, so it is difficult to describe. This kneeling is Yang's promise, and he will not betray his friend in this life."

"Yes are heavy, and you are heavy!"

Bian Zibai was also a little helpless, and he had no habit of kneeling down. Of course, in this era, there was inevitably polite exchanges. But it was just mutual, mainly thanking each other.

When Gongsun Yang got up, two lines of clear tears were hanging on his face, and even Bian Zibai sighed a little.

Fortunately, Gongsun Yang was a determined person. He quickly adjusted his mentality, wiped away the tears from his face, and said awkwardly: "I'll make you laugh."

"Please don't scare me anymore in the future." Bian Zibai smiled, and then he became serious: "Brother Gongsun, you and I will be in charge of the Inner Shi Mansion in the near future, but you and I have also visited it before. The Inner Shi Mansion is in name only and cannot be fully equipped. I am afraid that it is only you and my brothers who can't maintain normalcy."

"I would like to tell you what I want to do in the Inner History Mansion?" Gongsun Yang would never believe that Bian Zibai was a person who was bound by red tape. His personality was too casual and he might have made his own decision.

But before Bian Zibai personally said what he was thinking, he could not interfere.

After all, he is an official, not an internal historian.

Bian Zibai thought about it in his heart and said, "It is done according to the Hanlin Academy."

He then explained: "Above the original function of Inner History, join the function of cultivating officials and pass the first-class talents through the Hanlin Academy first. The others are not planned yet."

"As far as the functions of the internal history are concerned, we may not be able to work hard to train officials, and we may not be able to do anything to train officials." Gongsun Yang felt a tricky feeling. He was all officials who had just entered the government, let alone train officials. This was simply a dog biting a hedgehog and had no idea how to start!

"I need a few capable officials." Bian Zibai said thoughtfully.

Gongsun Yang said worriedly: "I'm afraid no one will surrender to us." This is common sense. Bian Zibai offended the Nan family vigorously. After all, the Nan family also has a major general, Bo Nanfeng, and no one will surrender to them for the sake of Nanfeng's face. Of course, the Nan family is not the only one in the court in Wei State, and naturally there are political enemies. Maybe the family that becomes an enemy with the Nan family will look down on Bian Zibai, an outsider?

I'm afraid the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

In fact, Bian Zibai already had a scheming case, but he just needed to consult Gongsun Yang's judgment. In his opinion, Gongsun Yang, who was able to preside over the Qin military strategy in twenty years, was fully capable of becoming an excellent deputy in extreme times, otherwise he would be sorry for his reputation in history.

Bian Zibai pondered: "How about the expedition?"

The monarch can do such a task, but the underground officials cannot, because it is disrespectful to usurpate. But Bian Zibai is not worried. He just needs to select the person he wants to recruit and then ask Ding Zhi to report it to the monarch. The possibility of Duke Wei agreeing is very high.

Gongsun Yang thought for a while and asked, "Is there anyone he likes?"

"What do you think of Nan Zhuo?" Bian Zibai said casually.

Gongsun Yang was stunned, looked at Bian Zibai with a strange expression, and said to himself: "Brother, is it really good to catch someone and bully him hard?" After thinking about it, he still raised his concern: "Nan Zhuo is a staff member of Prince Xun, and it is not difficult to recruit Nan Zhuo, but when he comes to the Neishi Mansion, he may be the first to be a doctor."
Chapter completed!