Wang Wu and the two watched the little master Pei Xingjian leave with Li Chengqian, and looked at each other without tears, and suddenly had a feeling that they were about to be killed.

"Let's go, two, let's go back with the old man." Zheng Laohan didn't have the sincerity and fear just now at this time, but patted Wang Wu and the two on the shoulder with a smile and pulled them home.

"Old Zheng Tou'er, you have such a big heart, you are about to lose your head, and you can still laugh." Wang Wu should know Zheng Laohan, and he spoke very casually, but the depression in his tone couldn't be concealed.

"Only you two silly boys would think you're going to lose your head." Zheng Laohan re-lit the cigarette pouch that had been extinguished, took a comfortable puff, and said with a smile.

Zheng Laohan's abnormal behavior made the guard, who had not spoken all the time, a little stunned, and asked tentatively: "Old man, listen to what you mean, there is still a turn for the better?" ”

"Oh? Are you Xiao Wang's companion? Zheng Laohan did not answer directly, but glanced at Wang Wu, turned his head and asked the man who was speaking.

"A certain surname is Song, and there are three in the family." The man who was with Wang Wu replied cautiously, it was a matter of life, and he couldn't be careless.

"San Lang is my sworn brother, there's nothing I can't say, don't hang our appetite, old man, what do you have to say." Wang Wu is no longer called Lao Zheng Tou at this time, he pulled Song Laosan around Zheng Laohan and patted the horse vigorously, and almost knelt down to call grandpa.

"Okay, okay, don't come to this set, if it weren't for your third uncle's sake, the old man would have to hold you back for one night." When people get older, they like to rely on the old and sell the old, and Zheng Laohan is no exception, he obviously wants to say that he is fatal, but he has to look at Wang Wu and Song San's anxious turn.

However, the old man didn't have any tricks, so he could only respectfully support the old man one by one, find a place with the sun to sit, and Wen Yan asked: "Old man, since you know, let's talk to the juniors, where is the turning point in this matter?" ”

In the spring of March, when the warm sun was shining and the spring breeze was warm, Zheng Laohan, who was sitting against the wall, took two puffs of cigarettes comfortably, looked at the two people around him who were scratching his ears and cheeks, and finally hung his appetite, coughed lightly and said: "There is no need to turn around at all." ”

"No turnaround?" Song Laosan's face changed in an instant, and the eyes that were originally expecting also dimmed in an instant.

"It's a good thing, but it's a fart turnaround!" Zheng Laohan took the cigarette bag and the pot hated that iron could not be made of steel, and knocked on Song Laosan's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"A good thing? My grandfather, this is going to be beheaded, how can it be a good thing? Wang Wu was more familiar with Zheng Laohan, took out his ability to sprinkle, and asked with a frowning face.

"What did the doll say when she left? It's the 'King'! What does this mean that you don't understand? ”

"It's just that I understand it. That's the prince, it's not a matter of a word to cut off our heads. Song Laosan clipped his hands, squatted to the side dejectedly and muttered.

Zheng Laohan didn't pay attention to Song Laosan, but just smiled and asked himself: "Where does the prince live?" Inside the Royal Palace. What is the name of the thing used in the palace? Tribute! ”

Knocking Wang Wu's head with the cigarette bag and pot in his hand, Zheng Laohan said proudly: "Do you understand?" ”

What do you understand? What the hell are you talking about, old man? Wang Wu looked at Old Man Zheng with a confused expression, as confused as a lost child.

"Stupid, really stupid, your third uncle is such a shrewd person, how can there be such a stupid nephew as you. That doll is the prince, and he naturally wants to take the oil back to the palace for use, so the oil we squeeze out will become a tribute, do you know the tribute? Tribute! Speaking of later, Zheng Laohan was almost shouting.

Tribute, Wang Wu and Song San couldn't help but be stunned, and after glancing at each other silently, their originally gloomy expressions became strange.

"Let's go, don't be stunned, since it is the order of the prince, the old man will naturally not leave the two of you, come with the old man." Zheng Laohan knocked the cigarette pouch in his hand against the wall, stood up, and walked in the direction of the oil mill.

The countrymen have the shrewdness of the countrymen, and Zheng Laohan also understands that if the king and the Song leave, it won't take long for them to figure out the matter of the tribute under the reminder of their little master.

At that time, Zheng Laohan will be equivalent to competing with a family, and the result will be predictable.

So Zheng Laohan simply sold the two of them a favor, and left the two of them through Li Chengqian's words, so that no matter how many people can make this soybean oil in the future, he is the first to make it, and the royal family is also the first to buy it from him.

The same discussion was also going on in the carriage, and after explaining the twists and turns in the matter to Xue Rengui, Li Chengqian sighed and said: "So, that old man doesn't knock his head in vain, and he can't learn a craft that can be passed on forever." ”

Xue Rengui blinked his eyes and didn't speak for a long time, he had a hunch in his heart that he would soon be sold by this little boy who was only 9 years old, and this time would not be too long.

If it weren't for Li Chengqian to explain the matter to him bit by bit, Comrade Xue would never have imagined that there would be such a big interest in this. The name of a tribute alone can make Zheng Laohan's soybean oil sell in short supply.

"Young master, what if that old man sells soybean oil for a sky-high price?" Chunxiao didn't go out just now, so she didn't know what was going on, but after listening to Li Chengqian's explanation, she could guess a rough idea, and couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Chunxiao, you think about it, the method of making soybean oil is Brother Gao Ming, if the old man sells it expensive, Brother Gao Ming can find another merchant. And my two guards are also learning from Old Man Zheng, what's the problem, the two of them can build another oil mill and compete with that Old Man Zheng. Pei Xingjian didn't wait for Li Chengqian to speak, so he took over the topic.

Moreover, the prime minister's concierge is a seven-grade official, and it goes without saying that the prince's female official should be a few grades, so even if Pei Xingjian calls Li Chengqian and Brother Gaoming, he still doesn't dare to be careless about Chunxiao's title.

"Hmph, I don't want you to say it." Facing Pei Xingjian, who offended himself at noon, Chunxiao didn't have a good face at all.

"Alright, you two don't make a fuss. Rengui, it's up to you to perform in a moment. Waving his hand to stop Chunxiao from continuing to argue with Pei Xingjian, Li Chengqian said with hope to Xue Rengui, who was in a daze on the side.

"Me? What am I showing? ”

"Kill the pig! When you go out of the city, you say you're going to kill. Li Chengqian said with a glare.

"Oh, this will, I'll see a certain means in a moment." Speaking of the pig, Xue Rengui was hungry again, and his stomach began to growl.