The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi's face turned dark, and he glared at Fang Jun with a hatred of iron and steel. Did this kid lose even his IQ in a card game?

Is this what people do? Why don't you say that Lao Tzu personally asked to pick up the knife to ask for Wanmin Umbrella?

Li Ke also looked at Brother Jun with a black line. Was this kid on purpose? This is to make the big guy ashamed, right?

Seeing the fierce expressions of the two brothers, Fang Jun shrank his neck and quickly said with a smile.

"Little brother is just talking nonsense, the two brothers don't care, don't care."

"Manmin Umbrella..." Li Ke murmured in a low voice, with light in his eyes, and imagined himself as His Royal Highness King Wu, the governor of Luzhou.

When leaving Luzhou, not only was there a beloved girl by her side, but also countless Chinese people rushed to Luzhou.

Crying and yelling to give myself an umbrella...Uh, it's a Wanmin umbrella, and then I will send it off for a goodbye.

Such a magnificent scene will definitely be remembered by the scholars of Jiannan Dao, and will even be entrained in it when writing a book.

By the way, Brother Chu Bi has also brought in a master of art and asked that master to write down this scene and draw it down.

The more and more beautiful Li Ke was, he was so excited that he couldn't calm down. With a big slap on the case, several of the bamboo cards on the case were lost.

"As expected, Brother Chubi, it's really the mastermind of my brothers. I'll do it soon, little brother, and play it for my father, please allow Luzhou to join the army."

"However, this thing about the Wanmin Umbrella, hehehe...Brother Chubi, what do you think should be?"

Cheng Chubi touched his chin, his eyes lit up, and said in a voice that only two brothers could hear.

"This kind of thing must be kept secret, and we cannot do it ourselves.

To make people feel that this is not what we asked for, but they were crying and crying to give it away, so that they can show their affection, do you understand? "

Although Fang Jun's brain reaction is a bit slow, it doesn't mean that he is stupid. After several years of repeated friction between two old treacherous Xiongtai.

Naturally, my mind has become much more flexible, and I have realized that the benefits here are greatly reduced. But he still found it difficult.

"This is natural, but let's not talk about it, how did they know that we want the Wanmin Umbrella?"

"Two brothers, how about let's let the Han and Tang firms take action to help us inform the various prefectures?"

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi, who had originally planned this way, patted Fang Jun's shoulder with relief.

"Brother Xian, you can finally use your brain, yes, we can't do this thing.

However, we also need to send us umbrellas from all the prefectures and arrange farewell activities.

These require not only preliminary preparations, but also some co-ordination, and Hantang Commercial Bank is the best choice. "

"Yes, by the way, the younger brother thinks that not only the middle of Jiannan Road, but also the Erhai Zhuzhao in the land of Yaozhou, they should also give their strength."

The three young people who were eager to make a name for themselves were so excited that they didn't even have the time to play cards, and began to mumble.

However, after muttering for a long time and finalizing various matters, Cheng Chubi felt that it was not enough.

Li Ke patted his belly that couldn't be reduced and couldn't help but persuade him.

"Brother Chubi, I think it's already very good, my little brother. The noise is too vigorous. When the time comes, good things will easily become a laughing stock. That's not beautiful.

"No, no, no, let's leave and arrange those two things. It's really enough, but the three of us, the three of us, came to Luzhou and stayed for a few years."

"Although a lot of achievements have been left, most of these beneficiaries are ordinary people, or merchant craftsmen."

"And the most important class in my Datang, we haven't left much..."

"So, Cheng decided that we should create some cultural monuments, bah! It's a cultural tourism product, so that future sorrows and critics will have a place to cherish our great achievements..."

"Remembering this word, how come I don't think it's a good thing to listen to my brother..." Li Ke muttered quietly, inhaling like a toothache.

Cheng Chubi decided to ignore him. I didn't say to confess to future generations, he was already very restrained, okay?

"So I decided that we can follow the example of the ancients and choose a place with excellent scenery on the edge of the Yangtze River outside Luzhou City, and then build a very magnificent and artistic riverside loft."

Handed over to the Han and Tang dynasties business firm, specially invited the sorrowful guest to eat meat, drink and enjoy the wine there, and then leave the calligraphy.

Every year, a poem contest for poems and poetry is arranged here, and Hantang Commercial Bank is responsible for funding and even publicity.

In this way, within ten years, it will definitely become a sacred place for literati and poets in Shu.

Just like the Tongque Terrace in the past, it has been circulating for hundreds of years, and countless people like to go there to check in.

It's just that the integrated operation there is immature, and it lacks the careful arrangement and long-term arrangement of an operating officer like Cheng Chubi.

After listening to Chu Bi explaining it in detail, Fang Jun couldn’t help being so excited~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although he had abandoned his education and practice, but at any rate he was one of the heroes who came out of the scholarly sect. , Of course, I hope I can leave something for Sao Ren Mo off.

When I return to Chang'an, I will show off with my father, so that my father will be comforted and understand that his own son is abandoning literature and martial arts.

But there is definitely a filial heart of poetry heirlooms. Thinking about this, Fang Jun couldn't help but also gave his opinion.

"Brother, I also think this is fine. Don't the wines we made before have names? Use them directly, such as San Xianlou."

"Oh, brother Xian, your suggestion is good, right, right, ban Xianlou." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel great.

Decades later, the true banished immortal might still come to Shu. When that happens, he will arrive at the banished fairy building, which is the same as his nickname, without leaving any poetry and calligraphy?

In the future, this man-made cultural monument will become a holy place for real sorrows.

Li Ke slapped the case table once again, blushing with excitement.

"Build, this must be built, but we are the three brothers. Instead of building only the first floor, it is better to build the third floor. We should not build the fourth floor.

Wei of the Three Kingdoms built the bronze bird, the golden tiger, and the Bingjing three towers. Our brothers, no matter what, has to be one floor more than them. "

"Well... we should be like this. There are three stations on the first floor. Don't we still have Qin Fu Zui, Han Feng Zui and Jin Ge Zui?"

"Headed by Xianxian, Jianlou, Qinfutai, Hanfengtai, Jingetai, where those literati and sorrows want to write, there are places to hang."

The more we talked, the more excited they became. Anyway, those three stations were not in a hurry, but the first building of Xian Xianlou only had to be built in the fastest time.

Material, haha, do we need to prepare wood?

Of course not, just pour the concrete directly on it.