Martial Sage

It was not yesterday that the inventory in the house was gone, so I asked my own little brother to run errands to buy a pack, but once the tea was soaked, Yuan Jialing spit out just after taking a sip.

What's so special about tea? The whole thing is a bag of tree leaves.

The big yard is like a shared house, plus the Hong'er taken in, it also lives in Yuan Jialing, Little Brother Yuan Jinbao, and three people. Hong'er, who was accustomed to the excitement before, didn't dare to go out now, and just lay on her stomach in the house one day.

I want to see the excitement, I just lie down in the crack of the door and watch it, just like the voyeur in the TV series before Tang Hao crossed through, but this is a girl who can't bear to be lonely. Don't say, the little door cracks, the big world.

Today this family married a bride, Zhang Deng wins the lottery. Tomorrow the household bought new furniture and firecrackers blasted. In short, the excitement I saw was processed by Hong'er, and I told Yuan Jinbao at the dinner table.

Even if two mice pass by the street, Hong'er can speak like a couple eloped, vividly and vividly.

When I was packing my things and going out today, Yuan Jinbao quietly put a small packet of tea into his elder brother Yuan Jialing's schoolbag. According to his elder's taste, he could toss for three or four days.

I kissed the things Little Brother gave. No matter eating or playing, Yuan Jialing had never been polite, so I didn't say thank you.

After living in the small courtyard, Hong'er picked up his own pastry crafts and made desserts in a pleasant shape every morning. Yuan Jinbao carried Xiaolan to the shops and sold them. The sales were good. Yuan Jialing wondered if they should make a profit. Some money.

At this time, Zhang Lanzhi, a friend of the college, hurried in from the outside. In the cold autumn weather, this guy had sweat on his forehead, as if he had just finished a marathon. As soon as I walked in, I saw a few cases in Yuanjialing with freshly brewed tea.

Aside from anything else, I picked up a bowl and finished it in one go, just like the Chinese characters after finishing the footwork, without the usual weak temperament, until the last drop of water in the tea pot was drunk.

Yuan Jialing couldn't stand it, and said bluntly: "Lanzhi, you know what I hate the most is the bastard who slid the tea roots. Are you hitting my head?"

"Drinking your bag of tree leaves is a good thing, brother, I am called a good thing. Drink your tree leaves earlier and let you quit your tea addiction earlier, so as not to watch your brother bring a small basket to sell cakes and watch. It's sad."

"Then my brother, what are you sad about?" Yuan Jialing said.

"Yeah, you are among the top ten in the imperial examination, and you asked your Little Brother to bring up a snack basket all day long. Do you want a little honor and dignity? Some of our brothers sometimes give you money and are rejected by you and secretly take them in. The one who was forced to send it back by you."

Having said that, Zhang Lanzhi didn't know how to understand this buddy's thinking.

The big guy puts it plainly, a college student is a gangster, and a gangster is a brother, and not the unscrupulous profiteers in the market. You don’t have to wait until you have money and then return it to your brother. You have to torture yourself for the sake of high people around me.

"Your silver is yours, I already owe you a lot," Yuan Jialing said calmly, "Now I am a person with a position, how big a bowl is and how much rice is, gold gold treasure is my brother "It’s only temporary to endure hardship with me, and it’s no shame to sell dim sum across a basket."

Zhang Lanzhi did not discuss with him these hugely controversial wrangling issues between money and fame. Straightforwardly said: "I'm not arguing with you, I can't argue with you, but have you made up the ones that made you calculate?"

"Hey, it was all sorted out at midnight last night." Yuan Jialing handed a neat pile of calculation papers to Zhang Lanzhi. "The final result of the calculation is that the court does not pay for it. If you want to plug these loopholes, you must formulate new ones as soon as possible. Regulations are sufficient, and the proportion of commercial tax is not scientific..."

In short, Yuan Jialing said a lot of these and other problems, which are all loopholes in the current taxation system of Datang.

Zhang Lanzhi had more important things. It was too late to listen to Yuanjialing's top-notch analysis. He took the calculation results into his arms, like a lot of gold, pearls and jade. This thing is hard to buy.

When I was rushing to go out, I heard Yuan Jialing yelling: "When you buy cakes from Bao'er, don't take the unpalatable ones, pick the delicious ones, do whatever you want, don't make Hong'er confused, thinking The ones that don’t taste good are the ones that sell best. In the future, my family will open a dim sum shop..."

This is the truer of Yuanjialing. It has been like this since the first day he entered the academy, and it is still the same now when he enters the official position.

Zhang Lanzhi rushed to the Ministry of Rites, and Wang Xuance, a bastard, had not discovered such a huge loophole, and even agreed to Daomen's suggestion. He couldn't be stupid anymore.

"Come on, take a look. This is the result of Yuan Jialing's talents. Dao Sect will make a lot of money because of this action, and it will always be outside the Tang legal system. Wang Xuan Ce, you have spared no effort to help those Dao Sects. say?"

Zhang Lanzhi sat directly on the chair opposite Wang Xuance, opening her mouth to reprimand.

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