Jinghong Building

Chapter 35: Good luck in opening (please give me a monthly ticket)

"Boss, Brother Hei is here!"

Xiaoli's cheerful voice rang outside the tent, followed by Xiaoba's voice: "Who is talking? Be bold, give me a red one!"

He Ran got up, washed up, and wiped Xiaoba's hair with a wet veil. Xiaoli brought the breakfast in, and He Ran asked He Tu to come in.

"Why did you come here so early? Have you used breakfast?" He Ran asked with a smile.

Hei Tu Hanhan smiled and said, "It's useless. I'm not here. I've sent a letter from Shanxi. My grandmother sent me to the capital overnight. My ancestor, no, the boss, please check it out."

He Ran asked him to sit down and have dinner together. She picked up the letter, tore off the hot paint, unfolded the letter and read it.

There are three Jinghong Towers in Shanxi, and now they are all under the control of Xiaokui's three adopted daughters. The letter comes from Jinghong Tower in Xinzhou, and the writer is Ye Ping, Xiaokui's eldest daughter.

Ye Ping said in the letter that the King of Jin had recently divided into five sessions, from Linyang and Yezhou to Yuzhou and Xinzhou to mobilize the guards to reclaim wasteland, turn troops into farmers, and be self-sufficient.

Because the troops were transferred in five times, each time there were not many, so it was not obvious. However, the accurate figures collected by Jinghonglou had increased by 3,000 troops in Yuzhou, while the number of troops in Xinzhou was 4,000.

Heitu explained: "The boss asked to pay attention to the movements of King Jin, so the grandmother informed Sister Ping that the letter was sent to Zhendian yesterday by Sister Ping. The grandmother did not dare to delay it, so she quickly sent it to the capital."

He Ran nodded and ignited the letter with a fire note. Looking at the letter paper that had turned into ashes, He Ran said to Xiaoli, "Go and prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Xiaoli responded and He Ran buried her head in the meal. Heitu also picked up a bun and ate it with He Ran.

This house was prepared for her by Li Jinxiu. The yard where the little brother entered was quiet in the chaos. When he went out, he was a bustling street market, with all kinds of small shops and stalls, and there were endless fireworks on earth.

He Ran used to like this kind of place, which was convenient for everything and would not attract attention.

The yard is not big, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. In addition to Xiaoli who moved in with He Ran, there are four servants. He Ran took a look and realized that they were all Jianjiazi.

After breakfast, He Ran walked out of the house. The servants were busy in the yard, some were watering flowers, some were feeding fish, and some were cleaning the yard.

Seeing He Ran, they stopped their work and saluted one after another. He Ran smiled and nodded, and walked into the study.

Xiaoli was ready, He Ran took a look and said, "There is too little paper, take more."

Xiaoli was puzzled, but she still added a piece of paper. He Ran smiled. There were too many of them.

But, it doesn't matter.

She moistened her pen and wrote five words on the first piece of paper:

Restart Jinghong Tower

Below these five words is her signature.

When he was about to write down one, He Ran suddenly remembered an important thing. She didn't even know how many Jinghong Towers are there now.

If you ask the black soil in the north, you can do it, but if you ask the black soil in the south, even Zuo Xiaoai and Li Jinxiu don’t know it.

Forget it, write ten pictures first.

"Xiaoli, you know how to write. Write ten pictures according to this, and I will sign it after writing."

Ten pieces of paper were put in ten tips and handed to Heizu. Xiaoli said in a stern voice: "The boss has an order, send it out quickly!"

The first person to receive the tip was Li Jinxiu. Seeing the familiar signature, she stood up and felt excited.

Restart Jinghong Tower, and when she was alive, she finally waited for this day.

"Come on, pack up, I want to go home!"

In Zhending Mansion, Zuo Xiaoai was watching the beautiful young people writing poems and fighting poems in front of Jinghong Tower. Baiyun ran over and said in a low voice: "Grandma, the boss has orders!"

Zuo Xiaoai took out the paper from the tip of the bag and suddenly burst into laughter. The scholar who was fighting poetry turned to look at her. Zuo Xiaoai waved to them: "You continue, you continue!"

She leaned into Baiyun's ear and said, "Go and wake up all our nails, haha, use them all while they are not rusted."

Shunde Mansion, Xiao Kui put down the cat in her hand and took the gift handed over by the maid. Her reaction was completely opposite to Zuo Xiaoai. She cried out with a wow sound, and the maids were frightened: "Old ancestor, you What's wrong with this? Just say what you have, but don't cry and ruin your body. If aunts know, it will be so distressing!"

"Shut up. Whoever dares to call me ancestors in the future will I sew her mouth! Go quickly and call Si Niang and Wu Niang over. We are going to open business!"

There is also a Jinghong Building in Baoding Prefecture. The hawker Lao Yang is forty years old this year. Since he can remember, every morning, when he followed his father to deliver goods with a load, he would pass by the Jinghong Building.

His father told him: "When my father has money, I will support you to study. By then, you will be able to read books in Jinghong Tower like these scholars."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Later, his father really offered him a job for studying, but he was not the material for studying. After knowing a few words, he inherited his father's burden and went to a small business.

Now, when he took his son by the Jinghong Tower, he said to his son: "You boy are good at it, you must read a few more books. At that time, I will buy you a dress of cocoon silk for you to come. Reading a book in Jinghong Tower.”

The son blinked and looked at the scholars who walked out of Jinghong Tower curiously. He knew that this was the place where scholars came, and many high-ranking officials had studied here.

"Hey, Daddy, look, Jinghonglou is setting off firecrackers!"

Lao Yang looked over and found that a middle-aged man wearing cocoon silk was directing his friend to hang a large string of long firecrackers on a bamboo pole. It was not the New Year or the Festival, so why did he set off firecrackers?

But children like to watch those who set off firecrackers the most, not to mention that there is a guy who carried two big baskets of copper coins out. Is this going to sprinkle the wedding money?

Old Yang still had to look at the burden, but his son ran over happily. The sound of firecrackers sounded and red chips flew up together.

"Shopkeeper, is there anyone who has studied in Jinghong Tower who has become a high-ranking official again?"

"Shopkeeper, is your boss having a happy event?"

The gentle shopkeeper bowed to everyone: "Today our Jinghong Tower has reopened!"

Reopen?

Isn’t Jinghong Building open every day?

The onlookers don’t understand, but if you have the money to get, no matter when will it open? Isn’t it okay for them to find an excuse to contact their neighbors?

The Jinghong Tower in the capital was also setting off firecrackers. Zhong Yi stood among the onlookers in casual clothes. Several friends carried copper coins and spilled them out one by one. The children laughed and fought for copper coins. Zhong Yi shook them with a smile. Shaking his head, turning around, his eyes falling on a boy.

The young man was wearing big red arrow sleeves, his black hair was **** high, and a tassel bead was hanging on his temples, which made him look beautiful and flawless. He stood in the morning sun, smiling with his eyebrows and eyes, and his spirit was flying. It is also as dazzling as the scorching sun.

(End of this chapter)