Wang Ying did not know that his three consecutive days of coming to the Overwatch Council had always been seen by others.
A voice came from a restaurant not far from the Overwatch Council.
"That censor has been coming to the yamen for three days straight.”
The person who spoke was a fat middle-aged man. His face was greasy, his skin was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and there was a thick beard on his chin. The most terrifying thing was that there was a ferocious scar from his forehead to the back of his ear.
This glory could definitely be called ugly.
Cowardly people would probably take a detour when they saw him.
At this moment, he was holding a wine glass, and a glint flashed across his seemingly drunk eyes.
"What's wrong? Touched? Do you think this lord is a capable person? Did you awaken your fighting spirit again?"
A strange voice sounded.
It was a skinny, strange old man. He was wearing a black robe. The buttons on his robe were unbuttoned, revealing two thin ribs.
There was a black box beside him, and one of his hands instinctively pressed on the box.
He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth with two missing front teeth.
"I only heard that…this Lord Ye has an extremely good reputation.”
The ugly fatty called Old Bull hesitated.
"What's the use of having a good reputation? Old Bull, this isn't your first day in the officialdom. Have you not seen enough officials with good reputations?”The strange old man sneered and said,"It's just that it's a waste on the inside. The better the reputation of a person, the darker the attack."”
"Even if we take ten thousand steps back, this Lord Ye is really a person who can do things. What's the use?”
"After entering the Overwatch Council, the final result is just like us, becoming a cripple!”
His words were filled with a strong resentment.
This resentment seemed to have condensed into a substance, causing everyone in the room to stop eating.
Their eyes were filled with different colors. There was numbness, pain, anger, and resentment.
" This world has long been hopeless. We, the forgotten trash, can just wait for death in the Overwatch Council!”
A burly man smiled bitterly, raised his neck, and gulped down a jug of wine before burping.
"Forget about Lord Ye, even if the emperor comes, don't expect me to work for him. Kill me if you have the ability, I don't want to live anymore!”
Thud!
After saying this, he fell off the chair.
He was drunk.
"Look, Old Bull, this is the famous number one constable in Jiangnan. How glorious is he? And now…"
The strange old man laughed and said.
" There is no place for us in the Great Zhou. We should rot in the Overwatch Council, stink, and then die. No one will know until we die. Accept your fate!”
The old bull sighed.
He closed his eyes in pain and drank alone.
The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited had already been extinguished by his colleagues.
The world was so dark that there was no room for light.
Forget it.
That was it.
……
I am a member of the Secret Intelligence Department.
Disguised as a mute, using the alias Xuan Xuan, she sneaked into Wang Ying's mansion.
Before I came, the steward told me that this Lord Ye is different from the rest and told me to pay more attention when I interact with him.
I didn't care.
But now, I realized that I was wrong. This lord was really very strange. I couldn't guess what he was doing at all.
Little Mute stared blankly at Wang Ying, who was busy in the kitchen.
Ever since he came back, he went into the kitchen and fiddled with pots and pans, bottles and jars. No one knew what he was going to do.
This process had been going on for a long time.
Little Mute squatted on the threshold, his hands supporting his cheeks as he blankly watched Wang Ying busy himself.
Generally speaking, scholars were not willing to enter the kitchen, right?
Scholars preferred to play with the wind and the moon, which was a refined thing.
Tossing around in the kitchen was not in line with the style of a scholar.
However, Wang Ying seemed to have no such awareness at all. He did not put on airs. He called his cook aunt and his old servant Uncle Huang.
Even she, a newcomer, did not treat her as a servant at all. She treated her as an equal when she spoke.
Such a person, let alone in the current Great Zhou, even during the Taizu Dynasty, there were probably not many.
Anyway, she had never heard of it.
"Success!"
Little Mute had nothing to do, so he let his imagination run wild.
However, at this moment, Wang Ying's surprised voice sounded.
"Done!"
He came out with a jar, grabbed a shiny thing, and stuffed it into Xuanxuan's mouth.
"Try it!"
The Little Mute opened his mouth subconsciously. With a swipe of his tongue, a sweetness that he had never felt before spread out in his mouth.
She looked down and saw that the jar Wang Ying was holding was filled with snow-white granules.
"This is…candy?"
Little Mute's mouth squirmed.
She was not a poor person who had never seen the world. On the contrary, her living conditions in the past were not low.
But she had never eaten such sweet candy before.
"This is white sugar." Wang Ying wiped his sweat and stuffed the entire jar into her arms." Take it and eat it."”
Wang Ying was an only child in his previous life and had always envied people who had younger sisters.
Although he didn't have a younger sister in this life, Little Mute's background was pitiful and he was also very likable. Wang Ying treated her as a younger sister.
Fourteen or fifteen years old was the time to study. In the end, he had to endure so much at such a young age.
His heart ached a little.
Hence, he made white sugar.
There was no white sugar in this world. The common people ate coarse sugar with a lot of impurities. The taste was not good, and the sweetness was not high. Sometimes, they would even eat sand.
But even so, the value of sugar was still extremely high. It was not something that ordinary people could afford.
After Wang Ying went through modern processes such as dissolving, boiling, and refining to remove impurities, he produced this white sugar.
"It's a pity that my skill is not high enough to make something better. I can only make this.”
Wang Ying didn't feel that his actions were very noble.
I just want to get some delicious food for the poor little girl
In his previous life, children did not even care about white sugar like this. After all, there were too many delicious things. Ice cream, chocolate…
"Eat, eat. I'll make it for you after you're done.”
Wang Ying patted her head and turned to leave.
Only Xuanxuan was still sitting on the threshold.
"He worked so hard for so long just to make white sugar for me?”
She subconsciously hugged the jar tightly in her arms.
She was knowledgeable. She knew that once this kind of candy was taken outside, it would definitely attract the attention of dignitaries and nobles.
Who had ever seen candy that was as white as snow?
It was not an exaggeration to say that he could earn an endless amount of money just by relying on this secret sugar recipe.
However, Wang Ying had no such thoughts.
He only wanted Little Mute to eat something good.
Little Mute grabbed another handful and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed lightly, and a stream of honey flowed into her stomach through her mouth, making her heart feel sweet.
"So sweet."
she said in an almost inaudible voice.
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