The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Wang Shaojian stared at Cheng Saburo, who was poking his finger in his face with a dumbfounded expression.

I have never seen such a brazen person, your special mother, there is such a brazen person who wants to praise him?

Seeing Wang Shaojian's slanted mouth and uncontrollable appearance, Cheng Chubi was not happy.

"I said, Shaojin Wang, what is your expression? I am now unemployed, and there will be no censors or officials to evaluate me.

Your Majesty has appointed you to come. It is certainly not only for you to see the construction of the palace, but Cheng must also be under investigation, right? "

"These days, Cheng is serving you deliciously and drunk. Not only is he drunk, but even the dry pot bamboo rat..."

Seeing that this product is so straightforward and cannibalistic, Wang Shaojian, who has a short mouth and soft hands, has a black line on his face, wishing to take off his shoes and stuff his stinky socks into his mouth.

"It's okay, you don't have to say any more, Son Cheng, okay..."

"Then you... huh?"

"Um!"

"Oh, you have worked so hard, Young Master Wang, let's do it, Cheng Liang, your kid is so stunned, go quickly and take a few brothers around.

Let's see if we can get some good ingredients. Let's reorganize it today and reward the hard-working Wang Shaojian. "

Seeing Cheng Saburo strode towards the **** with the guard, he couldn't help but think of the meal that he had just eaten at noon today.

Wang Shaojian couldn't help swallowing Xingzi. Of course, he was not the one who bent his waist for five buckets of rice.

But if you have a few more delicious meals, it's not impossible to write something nice to this kid.

However, what Wang Shaojian didn't expect was that not far away, a dual-identity guard of the East Palace was silently using his extraordinary memory.

Write down all the answers he heard, and quietly write a diary after returning, bah... it's daily routine.

Of course, it is not the daily watering of writing novels, but to memorize Cheng Saburo's various maverick deeds.

If you look back, you can send it to the embroiderer's office, so whether it will be handed to your majesty's imperial front, then it needs to be judged by the embroiderer's bosses.

At this moment, on the construction site below, a large number of bamboo baskets made of bamboo were stuffed with gravel, and they were placed in a box framed by wooden boards. Then, trucks of cement mortar were poured into it.

This approach is still an architectural model for building pig pens and cow sheds in the beautiful rural villages of the Southwest.

And this is not the kind of farmers who are too poor. Well, those who are too poor will just use yellow mud and straw to build a wall.

Therefore, Cheng Chubi feels that his practice of repairing high-standard pigpens and courtyard walls is used to repair the pens of the imperial emperor who does not speak martial arts. Bah...

The training palace is already very high-end. After all, those who can build this kind of pigsty and bullpen are all rich people in a village, and they are very compelling.

The palace walls made in this way are of absolute quality, as long as they are thick enough, not to mention blocking people, even those siege weapons.

Facing the bamboo strip concrete whose hardness and strength are far above the wooden wall and brick wall.

They can only shed sad and helpless tears, pour a scoop of oil on themselves and light a fire. Well, not to be resigned to the humiliation, self-determined and finished.

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I had a good meal with that Supervisor Wang, Cheng Saburo was full, and contentedly led a ticket to the guards who were also eating red.

Along the wide and flat concrete avenue, the waves swayed back to Zhengjiazhuang.

At this moment, Zhengjiazhuang seems so peaceful and serene, especially the people of Zhengjiazhuang, it seems that everyone has practiced catwalk recently.

There is no noise when walking, and as long as there is any big movement through this road through Zhengjiazhuang, people in Zhengjiazhuang will avoid it for the first time.

It seems that for fear of being misunderstood, Cheng Chubi is a little unhappy about it, making it seem like Laozi is harassing the people.

However, in this way, the transportation route leading to the cement plant has become very smooth.

And Cheng Chubi is a honest gentleman who has moral sentiments and knows how to respect me and I respect others.

So after frightening the people in Zhengjiazhuang, he thoughtfully converted the original yellow mud road into a concrete road for free.

Not only is it beneficial for people to travel in Zhengjiazhuang, but it also speeds up the transportation of materials from the cement plant to the palace site.

Just now when he arrived at Zhengjiazhuang's Zhuangkou, Cheng Chubi felt an extremely resentful sight.

Subconsciously raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw on the second floor of Zhengjiazhuang, Li Ke, the king of Wudian, had his face down, his eyes resented as if Meng Jiangnu who wanted to cry down on the Great Wall.

Cheng Chubi almost became happy, but fortunately he controlled his emotions in time. After all, Li Ke had also made due sacrifices for the construction of the palace.

Cheng Chubi walked slowly into the restaurant, behind him, with Li De carrying a large food box in his hand.

"Brother Chubi, you want to starve to death, don't you..." Cheng Chubi just got on the second floor, and Li Ke couldn't wait to rush to him.

However, while he was talking, he went straight to Cheng Saburo and went straight to Li De, took the food box and took a deep breath, his eyes lit up.

"Oh, good stuff~www.wuxiaspot.com~Brother Chubi, braised rabbit with roasted skin and yellow meat?"

Cheng Chubi gave Li Ke a thumbs up with a convincing expression on his face. "Virtuous brother, I found that your sense of smell has become more and more sensitive during this period of time."

Li Ke, who was familiar with Brother Chu Bi's way of saying sorrow, raised his hand and stopped Cheng Saburo without hesitation.

"Stop! Okay, Brother Chubi, don't you keep talking, okay?"

Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes, sat aside, stretched out comfortably.

"Looking at you like that, those who don't know thought I said something bad about you."

"Hehe... I don't know you, brother? Hmm... this skin is really fragrant, fragrant and glutinous, it's really delicious..."

The big bowl of roasted skin and yellow stewed meat that Li Ke took out of the food box was poured into a pot that had been prepared a long time ago, and the bottom was roasted over a small fire with charcoal.

It was heated up while eating, and then a sip of wine, which made Li Ke's eyebrows excited.

"By the way, Brother Chubi, how is the progress of the project in the palace?"

"It's not bad. When the palace wall is being poured, it is almost a third. By the end of summer, the outer palace wall of the entire palace can be completed."

"That's pretty fast, when can that little brother go over and take a look?"

"Sungri is trapped in this Zhengjiazhuang to recuperate, no matter how my little brother feels like he is cultivating fat..."

He lowered his head and looked at his belly that seemed to be slightly erected. Li Ke touched the melancholy of his beauty.

"I didn't let you run laps in the yard in your free time, slap iron or something, you don't like to listen, who is the blame?"

Cheng Chubi glanced contemptuously at Li Ke's growing belly.

"..."

While talking, a fast horse stopped outside this tea house in Zhengjiazhuang, and a dusty Cheng family jumped off the horse.