The desert smoke, the Tianshan Mountains tower, the hot wind is like a steel knife scraping the bones, blowing people's skin dry and cracked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The summer is scorching, and pedestrians are hard to see, but in the northern territory of the Tang Dynasty, there are eighteen horsemen who are like the wind and clouds, galloping rapidly.

Black hair, black helmet, shiny spear. The faces of the eighteen knights were as pale as water, and all of them had tiredness written on their faces, but the speed of their horses did not slow down in the slightest, and the solemnity in their eyes did not decay in the slightest.

They were wounded, their horses were thin, and their garments were torn.

This is the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty, seventeen horsemen, sixteen of whom are middle-aged men, but the first one is a weak-crowned young man. He carried a spear on his back, and the reins of his horse were tied to his horse like a javelin, allowing the horse's hooves to fly and toss.

From the desert to the grassland, and then from the grassland to Chang'an, the road is boundless, and the journey is thousands of miles. They have experienced the wind and sand outside the fortress, and they have also endured the dry summer of the grassland, in the water and fire, and in the battle of swords, nothing can stop them.

Fight a bloody road and go straight to Chang'an.

Zoom in and take a closer look. This whirlwind of eighteen horsemen has long been sleepy and lacking horses, and several knights have been crumbling, but they are holding on with a tenacious and unyielding spirit.

"The glory of the Father shall not be stained in any way. Luo Jing'er, persistence, persistence, you have the blood of Luo Shixin, the white horse and silver gun, and the revitalization of the Luo family needs your efforts. ”

At this moment, we found out that the weak-crowned young man who turned out to be the leader was actually a woman dressed as a man. She has a beautiful face and cut her eyes like water, who would have thought that such a small beauty would be surrounded by thick blood.

This is the blood qi that comes out of killing, and it is enough to cultivate it in the sea of corpses and blood.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, just the age when the spring was still good, and who knew that she had fought in all directions at night, entering and exiting three times in the horse formation of the Turks, and hundreds of dead souls died under her spear.

"The glory of my father cannot be tarnished, and the rise of the Luo family cannot be slack...... this thought flashed in Luo Jing'er's heart again, and she couldn't help but straighten her body on horseback.

"It's just a pity for those dead soldiers."

The girl's mind, after all, is as gentle as water, no matter how strong she is on the surface, she is still a woman in her bones. went to the grassland desert, and five hundred Luo family soldiers were buried there, and only their last eighteen horses returned, this kind of pain once made Luo Jing'er close to collapse.

If it weren't for the ambition to revitalize the Luo family in her heart, she really wanted to kill herself in the vast grassland, so quietly accompany the dead soldiers and sleep for a thousand years.

It's a pity that she can't die yet, and she still has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. The seventeen veterans behind her have small food and clothing, and they all need her to bear it.

Eighteen horsemen, this is already the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty.

Prancing Horse, looking at Chang'an from afar, Luo Jing'er didn't know if the Taiji Palace was noisy at this time, and she didn't know if the courtiers were sarcastic and disdainful, the only thing she knew was that she failed this expedition, and after returning to Chang'an, the Luo family would usher in a storm-like blow.

This time it was a private expedition, not a dispatch from the court, although the Luo family army crossed the desert grassland, but did not get the results it deserved, but ended up with the annihilation of the whole army.

Luo Jing'er could foresee her punishment, the Luo family would be taken away, leaving only her own life.

People are in love, people are in death, and they don't have the outstanding military achievements of their fathers, so His Majesty the Emperor will not be extrajudicial to show mercy, and the courtiers will not give charcoal in the snow.

Qin Qiong's cousin may take care of himself, but that can't revitalize the Luo family.

"Father, what else can I do......

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Dapeng rode the wind one day and soared to 90,000 miles, and Han Yue's mosquito coil industry has become very prosperous in the past few days.

Aunt Tian is really a good worker, coupled with Doudou, a hard-working little bee, two women, one big and one small, cut wormwood every day to make mosquito coils, and the daily output is enough for 10,000 plates, which is far beyond Han Yue's budget.

Of course, this explosion in production is also inseparable from a small invention behind him.

It is said that it is an invention, but in fact, it is worthless, that is, it makes a simple mold, and then fills it with mugwort mud doped with clay, and then buckles it on the ground, and a plate of mosquito coils is generated, which is more beautiful than hand-kneaded......

How else to say that machinery is the primary productive force.

As for sales, there was no cold situation like Han Yue was worried about.

Mosquito coils were quickly recognized by the market on the first day of their launch, among which the smoke-free effect and burn resistance accounted for most of the reasons, and the low price was also a big advantage.

Every morning, Uncle Tian set off with eight men, some to the market, some to Chang'an, and some to the door of the landlord's house. In a word, it gave full play to the essence of guerrilla warfare, and quickly popularized the new type of mosquito coil in the surrounding area.

Han Yue's price for mosquito coils is really not expensive, a penny for a plate, but it can be ordered all night, there is no smoke, only a faint medicinal fragrance. How can such a high-quality and inexpensive thing not sell well. Don't forget, a bowl of noodles in Chang'an City costs two big dollars.

In just ten days, the income exceeded 100,000 yuan, and after deducting the wages of expenses and Uncle Tian's share, the family netted 80,000 yuan.

Someone is going to ask, you only have 100,000 revenues, how can you have 80,000 net income? Isn't this nonsense, but is it trying to deceive readers that they are not professional accountants?

The main reason is that Aunt Tian was frightened by the soaring income, and she didn't dare to agree to the fifty-fifty split that she would live, and in the end she only needed 10,000 yuan. Of course, Uncle Tian didn't dare to question the decision of the in the family, in fact, he was also frightened.

"Don't even give money, Aunt Tian is such a good person!" Han Yue sighed, and subconsciously forgot the deep hatred that Aunt Tian had scolded him for being a little bastard.

With 80,000 copper coins, a large cabinet was filled, and at the strong request of Xiao Doudou, Han Yue decided to sort out the family property.

He finally found a little bit of cramping when he counted the money.

Rank, see clearly, it's people cramps, not hand cramps.

"Nimabi, who set the stinky rules, if I let Lao Tzu know, I must kill you." Han Ye held a hemp rope in his hand, speechless and choked at the sky.

Xiao Doudou was busy happily over there, and when he heard this, he smiled sweetly and encouraged: "Xianggong, hurry up and wear money, hurry up and wear money, it is easy to use when you wear money." ”

It turns out that there was no such thing as a large unit of measurement in ancient times. For example, if you go to the street to buy some small things on weekdays, it doesn't matter if you spend a lot of money. But once the amount of money exceeds 800, it must be strung together with a rope and counted as consistent money, also called a hanging money.

That's right, 800 wen is consistent, not 1,000 wen, which involves a conflict between civil acquiescence and official value. All dynasties have stipulated that the money must be 1,000 Wen, but the common people have a little bit of intelligence, I will wear 800 Wen, and the whole world will do this together, even if the emperor Lao Tzu is not convinced, hum, then he can only stare dryly.

In fact, even when the imperial court used the money, the expenditure was 800 Wen. As the saying goes, eight hundred, eight hundred, these terms all come from here.

Counting money is a thing that everyone loves, but if you have to have people strung together one by one with a rope, it is a painful job, but this kind of thing cannot be done by others, you have to do it yourself.

This is the source of Han Yue's anger.

The ancient copper coin casting process is not high, the small square hole in the middle is very narrow, in order to ensure that the money string worn out is durable, the rope is very thick.

How do you say that, the mouth is small and big, and you want to go in and out, hum, unless you are hard enough.

Looking at a large box of copper coins, the color is shining, full of weight, and the square hole in the middle is just like the secret passage that the door has opened for you, beautiful and moving.

Look at the hemp rope rubbed in your hand, it is soft and not pulled, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, the feeling of not being able to insert it for a long time is especially inferior to the second of the seventy old man.

This kind of discomfort of having more than enough heart and not enough strength can only be understood by buddies who often take small blue pills but still don't lift them.

"I'm quitting." Han Yue finally got annoyed, threw his hands away, snorted, and shouted: "Doudou, don't get mosquito coils, come and wear money." ”

"Don't make trouble, people have to work!"

"Hmph, love to wear it or not, my grandfather's back hurts, and I need to go out for a walk!"

"Back pain again?" Little Lori looked at him suspiciously, trying to find signs of laziness from Han Yue's face, and after watching it for a long time, she finally had the upper hand in distress, so she had to leave her work behind and come over to wear money.

"That's right! What a good girl......" Han Yue smiled, got up and was afraid of the dust on his buttocks, and touched the little girl's head again, and said, "Do a good job, when it gets dark, I'll come back to check." ”

After speaking, Yang Yang went out proudly and wandered away with his hands behind his back.

"Xianggong, where are you going?" The little girl looked at his back and asked from afar.

"Didn't you say that? My back hurts, go out and yo! ”

"Oh!" The good girl is this good, whatever the husband says, even if he knows that he is lazy, he will feel that it is right.

"Xiang Gong is so tired from inventing mosquito coils, it's time to rest......"

Xiao Doudou thought so, but he didn't stop in his hand, and began to string up money happily.

Aunt Tian suddenly came over, her face was mysterious, like a fairy, and said: "Doudou, his third uncle's back pain is not a trivial matter, a woman's head and a man's waist ......" The voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually muttered, and the little girl's face was slowly covered with red glow.

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As the saying goes, wrap 100,000 yuan around your waist and ride a crane down to Yangzhou, what kind of scenery is this kind of local tyrant.

When the family has money, the waist board is naturally hard.

"Oh, my sister, kiss your mouth......" Han Yue Shi Ran went out of the house, humming a tuneless tune along the way, and when he met a cat and dog fighting, he went up and kicked it, and when he saw the child Sahuan, he went up and slapped him, only to feel relaxed and uncomfortable in life.

During this period, I met several villagers, all of whom nodded and looked respectful, and there was no longer the posture of turning their skins and staring at them in the past.

For the people in the village, Han Yue will not put on a shelf, and the poor are only stupid when they get rich and have a belly. It is still very important to force talents and have harmonious neighborly relations.

wandering aimlessly all the way, I gradually came to the head of the village.

Looking around, but seeing the sky high and the clouds wide, the fields crisscrossing and horizontal, a few little children chasing him were laughing and playing on the side, and there were villagers who came to talk to him standing next to him and hesitating, and an indescribable emotion arose.

Hey, in this situation, how can you not let the master pretend to be forced again?

Recalling the pretending criminals described in the book, Han Yue couldn't help but imitate them.

Well, you have to stand with your hands in your hands first, and then look up at the sky, just like this is not enough, you must have verses in your mouth, just hoe the day of the noon, after all, it occupies a 'day' word, close to the atmosphere of the villagers.

I cleared my throat, found the right tune, and began to groan.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Suddenly there was silence!

No matter which dynasty or generation, the scholars are high-end and high-grade in the eyes of the villagers, not to mention that they can also compose poems? At this moment, even the noisy little farts were silently silent and did not dare to speak.

"Hehe, that's what I want......

Han Yue finally found the pleasure of pretending. I feel that after a poem, I should be able to count it as Yingying and independent, supporting the breeze and being free and easy, and there is a momentum that everyone is drunk and I am awake.

You don't care if it's copied or not, anyway, this forced pretend is too cool, fresh, refined, hearty, and dripping.

Grandma couldn't help it, and he had to do it again.

Seeing the longing of the villagers, and then looking at the surprise of the children, Han Yue finally couldn't bear it, broke off a branch with his hand, raised a long laugh, and said, "Everyone adjacent, and watch me sing with a sword, and sing another song." ”

With a wave of the branch, he made a fancy gesture in a chic manner, jumped to the middle of the road and began to have fun. As for the exact number of ways he can use a sword from a tree branch, even he does not know.

However, this was still applauded, and several villagers applauded desperately, and the little children laughed and followed, which made the old costume criminals even more proud.

At this moment, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the summer breeze was blowing, but I saw a handsome young man holding a branch, waving like thunder and wind, and his whole body was convulsed with excitement, as if he had started to dance again after knocking medicine, and he looked more and more cheerful.

No one noticed, there was dust in the distance, and someone was spurring his horse and galloping towards him.

"That little brother in front of you quickly dodge, we can't contain the horse ......" A crisp voice came eagerly, Han Yue subconsciously froze, just pretending to be forced to do something, what is the situation?

Fortunately, the horse's hooves were in the air and the danger was stopped, and the knight's technique was still very good.

It's a pity that the old costume forced Han Sanye to dodge a little slowly, although the knight restrained the horse, he was still knocked out, and the whole person fell into the grass on the side of the road.

"Nima, it's really handsome for three seconds, is this the Tang version of the car accident victim, the driver who caused the accident, you wait for me......"

Han Yue snorted and fainted