On the other side of Diqiu City, Bian Zibai suddenly shivered and glanced around with a bad look. He muttered to himself: "It doesn't feel good, there are always troublemakers who are trying to harm me!"

Gongsun Yang, who was standing next to him, was completely messy. During the days he followed Bian Zibai, he completely overturned two things, one was a plan. When the teacher taught him, he always sighed, which probably was related to his lack of enlightenment. The other was the bottom line. People can always lower their bottom line again and again in a state of self-slacking.

As for Bian Zibai's words just now, "There are always troublemakers who are trying to harm the master."

For Gongsun Yang, who is kind-hearted, it is definitely a shameless act of the evil people complaining first.

Gongsun Yang even learned to be a black-bellied Bian Zibai. He was originally a gentleman who was handsome and handsome, and after only a few days of following Bian Zibai, he was increasingly heading towards the direction of the black-bellied Bian Jun, and he looked hopeless: "It's thankful that you don't go to harm others. Who dares to harm you?"

"You don't understand!" Well, Bian Zibai began to pretend to be deep again. In fact, Gongsun Yang liked to be by Bian Zibai very much. This guy always had some wonderful ideas to amazed him. Although he was unruly about etiquette, he stubbornly believed that young people had the aura of famous scholars. As long as they persevered, they would shine brightly.

The only thing Gongsun Yang didn't like was that Bian Zibai pretended to be deep anytime and anywhere, which made him very desperate. Because he didn't know why, but a heart that longed for gossip had grown in his heart.

Gongsun Yang thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Maybe some things are indelible, and they are burdened with pressure and responsibilities that make people breathless, but isn't this what life is like? Memory will always be forgotten by the wash of time."

Bian Zibai didn't say anything else, but said that he had inexplicably arrived at this era of being so backward that he didn't even have toilet paper. It was a frustration. You know, at the beginning, he was completely in a mess, which was a manifestation of the sequelae after being knocked and sneered.

Not to mention mobile phones, communications, and networks, when he realized that he could not go back, he appointed them. These tools that were once very common to him were gone away from him and could only appear in his dreams.

Who would have thought that he had a chicken-eating game in his dream yesterday.

After waking up, he was sleeping at the window that was not much bigger than the washbasin, and burst into tears. In later generations, even if he was in prison for crimes, he could still let the wind, read news, and learn ideas every day. But now? He could only foolishly collect any industry that might be a high-tech for this era from the deep memories in his mind.

For example, iron pots, handmade iron pots.

Who would have thought that Zhangzhou Iron Pot would have the opportunity to climb to the top of the technology list?

If there is, unless Bian Zibai feels crazy, or this era is crazy. But he has turned into ashes, refined into smoke, and become a part of this era and an inconspicuous part.

Okay, let's get back to the point. Bian Zibai was surprised to see that Gongsun Yang's changes made him a little tremble. This guy was not the stubborn scholar. When would some sour chicken soup appear in his mouth that made him feel like he knew each other? When he lowered his head, he remembered that he seemed to have said this: "Brother Gongsun, you have been talking to me with what I said, which makes me feel like I am talking to myself. Please don't do this in the future."

Gongsun Yang's face was as dull as a fish, and he seemed to feel sorry for him, but his heart was really not bad, or he was a little warm: "But brother, when you said this last time, after listening to it, he felt like bathing in Huifeng, and his mind was much broader. I felt that this was very useful!"

Bian Zibai said heartbrokenly: "Brother! Have you ever thought about it? We are different."

"Why is it different?" Gongsun Yang was very injured. He was an inconspicuous young man in the Gongsun family. After his parents died, the family's help had been reduced to a very small extent. Bian Zibai was still his nominal boss. Even if he had been with Bian Zibai for a few days, he still didn't understand what the Hanlin Academy was doing, but after all, Bian Zibai was his boss, and this was an unquestionable status quo.

"You are Gongsun, a nobleman. You have been serving you since childhood. When you grow up, you have a fiefdom, at least dozens of miles, and you have slaves..."

"Where is it? The Gongsun family no longer has my place to stand. Besides, my father has no prestige in the family, and the family worship is insufficient. Life is always difficult, let alone the group of slaves you mentioned, and the fiefdom is dozens of miles." Gongsun Yang felt aggrieved. He wanted to tell Bian Zibai that his family, like most of the unpromising children in the Gongsun family, was a group of poor people who lived with the family's minimum living allowance. As for Gongsun Yang's appearance, it was because he had no worries in the family. Who would have thought that a dignified Gongsun son would be able to wear all his wealth?

In particular, Gongsun Yang's outfits were also considered shabby among the nobles' children.

"Anyway, you are also a combination of the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people. You still have a carriage, but I don't have one. You can only rely on your legs to do business in Diqiu City. After a day, your clothes are soaked with sweat." Bian Zibai's righteous tone made Gongsun Yang so angry that he wanted to curse. It was too shameless. His carriage had broken off. The most expensive carriages were carriages and wheels. With the current craftsmanship, it took a year to make a wheel of a carriage, and at least three years to make a carriage. Of course, there are ready-made ones to buy. In comparison, carriages are the most expensive, at least five times the price of wheels. Gongsun Yang's poor appearance, he had no money to repair them.

Gongsun Yang was a bachelor and said angrily: "If you like it, you can take it."

"But your car is broken." Bian Zibai raised his head and said quietly: "The wheels seem to be big and small, which is not safe."

Bian Zibai's words were so angry that Gongsun Yang didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Bian Zibai was inspecting the blacksmith workshop. There were ding-dong striking sounds coming from time to time around him, and he also pointed out the blacksmith's process from time to time. Gongsun Yang even held the bamboo slips and pens, and wrote a few strokes from time to time. While Bian Zibai was talking, he reached out to pass Gongsun Yang's bamboo slips.

After looking at the ten lines at a glance, he nodded and said, "It's almost done."

"Do you go directly to the carpenter's workshop?" Gongsun Yang began to pack up the writing tools, spread the slate open, and carefully checked it, and then blew his mouth. The ideal thing about the slate is to carve it with a knife because it will not be affected by the moisture, and the second is to write it in ink. The bamboo slips written in ink need to be dried frequently, and they are worried that they will become muddy after being damp.

He put his palm near his brow and checked the direction of the sun. Without a watch, the sundial was so heavy that it made people have no idea. He could only use the direction of the sun to judge the time of day. Fortunately, he learned well in this regard.

Gongsun Yang reminded: "It's almost noon."

“Wait a little longer.”

The two sat under the pergola outside the blacksmith shop for a while, and a man dressed in a small eunuch drove a ox cart over. The boss of the blacksmith shop smiled and greeted him like a flower: "Thank you for your hard work."

But the little eunuch ignored the other party at all. He turned his head and looked at Bian Zibai on the side of the awning. His knees were habitually paused down and ran over with small steps. Before he could reach Bian Zibai, he had to kneel on one knee. Fortunately, Bian Zibai held the other party's arm, and the latter also followed the situation. Although he was unwilling to kneel down, he could send him away without any money: "Sir Bian, why did you come here in such a hot day? Manager Ding repeatedly told him to let the villain serve you, but you..."

No matter in that dynasty, eunuchs were a group with very fragile emotions. The little eunuchs were already tearful when they spoke. There was probably no true feelings. I guess they were thinking of their pitiful life experience that they would have fallen down so simply.

I felt nauseous. Although Bian Zibai didn't like the nobles of this era, he didn't like eunuchs. He was either tough like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard; or he was like a little eunuch in front of him, so hypocritical that he was wrapped in a fragile lie and spoke without a word of truth.

Bian Zibai picked up a cloth bag from his feet and handed it to the eunuch, saying hypocritically on his face: "I am so sad, I am so sorry for this. I am willing to accept it."

The moment the little eunuch took the bag, his hand suddenly sank. The moment he opened the bag, the gold under his eyes radiated a dizzy light.

The little eunuch looked at it greedily, fascinated, and then his face turned pale. He was just a small eunuch who was not a good person around Ding Ji. If he dared to collect such a bag of gold, his fate could be imagined. The eunuch might not be favored by the nobles, and he would be severely punished after committing the crime, but if the eunuchs were to use the most vicious means in the world.

But then, the little eunuch seemed to have thought that this bag of gold should have been prepared for Ding Ji, and he would not have his share.

There was obviously a lot of wealth in his arms, but even a grain of gold sand did not belong to him, how could he be willing to let him be? The disappointed eyes showed signs of dismay. In a trance, he heard Bian Zibai shouting: "The guy came all the way, and he didn't even drink a sip of water to moisten his throat. It was Bian's fault. But Bian was deeply instructed by Duke Wei, and he was busy with everything and could not separate himself. He also asked the little brother to suffer and go to the market to buy a pair of shoes." As he spoke, the little eunuch saw a small bag on the bag held in both hands. Although it was very small, carefully pushed the bag apart, and saw two golden beads in it, and he immediately started to dance.

Gongsun Yang witnessed the ugly scene of money and power transactions. In a speechless manner, the ox cart was transported into the workshop by the boss of the blacksmith workshop. The little eunuch also said a lot of auspicious words, and walked happily with gold and Bian Zibai a record of the process handed to him. At the corner of the street, a team of soldiers followed the little eunuch, who swept away the look of servitude in front of Bian Zibai and hugged his chest and got on the carriage in the palace.

The workshop owner handed Bian Zibai two small bags, which looked like a purse. After being polite for a while, he said farewell in a hurry.

The ox carts are filled with money! Don’t look at the boss who generously expresses his belief in the government, but those who are businessmen believe in the government, isn’t this a twitch?

Gongsun Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his hoarse voice felt uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand and soil: "My brother, this is this?"

"This is yours."

"This is mine."

Bian Zibai weighed it in his hand, stuffed a bag of money into Gongsun Yang's hands without saying a word, and instantly distributed their ash income.

Gongsun Yang was completely confused, and his mind was completely unable to turn around and he stuttered: "What... what is this?"
Chapter completed!