After eating and drinking for a while, Li Changle supported his slender waist in satisfaction and threw away the sweet potato skin.
This little demon was obviously stuffed. It was her first time tasting such delicious food, so she wolfed it down, her little mouth covered in sweet potato stains.
Fortunately, Qin Feng had already eaten outside just now. Otherwise, two roasted sweet potatoes would not be enough for the two of them.
"Husband, is there a lot of paper, brush, ink, and inkstone in the village?”
After returning to his seat, Li Changle took Qin Feng's hand and asked in a low voice. The latter was slightly stunned,"
"What does Wifey want these for?"
"Since Changle is married to my husband, she has to take care of the family and share the burden. Changle doesn't have any other skills, but he knows some calligraphy and painting.”
Li Changle poured a glass of water for Qin Feng and said with a smile,
"I want to make some paintings and sell them to share my worries. Why don't you take a look at the Changle paintings and appraise them first?”
"Alright."
The young couple walked back to the room. On the table was a piece of ink that had been dried. It was obviously made by Li Changle this morning.
The handwriting was elegant and full of spirituality. It was the regular script of the orthodox sect. Obviously, Li Changle's calligraphy was extraordinary.
Qin Feng looked at his little lady in astonishment. He had really picked up a treasure.
Regular script was evolved from Han Li. In his previous life, the more valuable ones were the Wei Stele and Tang Kai. Regular script was perfected at the end of Tang Dynasty.
The literary style of the Great Tang was very strong. Whether it was Tang poetry or Tang Kai, they were both extremely prosperous and praised.
Qin Feng believed that his calligraphy was rather crude, especially when compared to Li Changle's.
"Baked potatoes under the eastern fence, leisurely looking at Nanshan.”
Li Changle reached out and picked up the paper and ink. He looked at Qin Feng with a smile and said,
"Husband, is Chang Le's writing okay? I still want to mount it and hang it in the room.”
This randomly altered poem obviously had an extraordinary meaning to the little lady.
This poem originated from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, especially this line,"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely looking at the southern mountain". It was a beautiful line that had existed for thousands of years. Li Changle must have read it by heart.
However, looking at the little vixen's appearance, it was obvious that she preferred the phrase 'roasted potatoes under the eastern fence.' Perhaps this was the saying 'love the house, love the crow.'
"If Wifey likes it, then hang it.”
Qin Feng nodded with a smile. He reached out and pulled Li Changle to sit down, holding the latter's small hand and saying seriously,
"But my wifey is talented. If she goes to do painting and selling it for a living, it will inevitably be a waste of her talent.”
Li Changle was slightly startled, and then his face bloomed like a blooming peony. He nodded vigorously and said,"
"Husband, please say it. I will do my best.”
"The aunties and girls in the village don't know how to count. If Wifey can teach them some accounting skills, they can help your husband in the future.”
"As for the skills to make a living, Wifey need not worry. I have the ability to take good care of you.”
Upon hearing this, Li Changle's lips curled up as if he was smeared with honey. He leaned against Qin Feng and said,"
"I will listen to your orders."
"Ding! Achievement points 10."
Qin Feng smiled in satisfaction. He felt very comfortable with how obedient the little lady was.
Now, he only trusted the villagers. He would definitely need manpower in the future, and the villagers were the best candidates.
Counting was a problem for the villagers, but it was much easier with the help of the little lady.
Moreover, he couldn't bear to see his little lady write calligraphy day and night. It was so tiring, and she would even make her slender hands rough. He couldn't bear to do it.
……
On the other hand, Lao Gen and Lao Liu brought the villagers to Chang 'an with a cart of roasted sweet potatoes, which instantly caused a huge sensation.
The Vermilion Bird Street was crowded with people. The roasted sweet potatoes were sold out and the sales were hot, attracting the attention of the rich and powerful.
Fifty wen was a lot to the commoners, but it was nothing to the nobles.
Now, in the tenth year of Zhenguan, the economy of the Great Tang was steadily rising, and many of the country's nobles were earning a lot of money.
Originally, this roasted sweet potato was a rare item that the people of the Great Tang had never seen before. At first, no one dared to eat it.
But it smelled so good!
The first to buy the roasted sweet potatoes was the little devil, Cheng Chuliang. This fool was not afraid of anything and was a foodie.
After eating a roasted sweet potato on the spot, he was overjoyed and shouted to take the roasted sweet potato furnace away.
This made the other noble children realize something was amiss. They were immediately unwilling to go forward to stop them and even fought over it.
Fortunately, Chang 'an City was now in good public security, and patrols immediately came to stop it. At the feet of the emperor, the children of the dignitaries did not dare to act rashly.
In less than an hour, the first batch of several hundred roasted sweet potatoes were sold out.
While the second batch of potatoes was waiting to be baked, the children of the rich and powerful raised the price of the potatoes on the spot and fought over them.
In the end, it was actually sold for 300 copper coins per pill. These guys really did not lack money. Each and every one of them was extremely rich.
When Old Gen saw this, he quickly suggested that they could bring the horse over to exchange. They did not forget Qin Feng's instructions.
The children of the Duke gladly accepted this. Horses were not considered precious to them.
Especially Cheng Chuliang, who secretly brought his father's carriage to Lao Gen in exchange for more than ten roasted sweet potatoes and ran home happily.
After selling the roasted sweet potatoes, Lao Gen and the others actually earned hundreds of strings of money.
Old Gen, who had never seen so much money in his life, was filled with tears. He immediately asked the villagers to ride horses in batches to bring the money and supplies back to the village.
This matter caused a huge commotion in Chang 'an. The various state dukes were shocked. They ate the roasted sweet potatoes brought back by their sons and expressed that they still wanted more.
Duke Zhao's estate.
In the hall, Zhangsun Wuji finished eating the roasted sweet potatoes that his second son, Zhangsun Huan, had bought. He could not help but ask.
"Do you still have this item?"
"No, Father, this is a rare item. If I didn't go early, I wouldn't have been able to buy it.”
Hearing this, Zhangsun Wuji was a little disappointed. Li Er had definitely never tasted such exquisite food before. If he could take some of it to curry favor with him, it would definitely be a great thing.
As Li Er's caring little girl, Zhangsun Wuji had a rather aggrieved life today.
Zhangsun Chong was beaten fifty times with a cane and was still lying on the bed. Zhangsun Wuji, who knew the reason, was so angry that he beat that idiot up again.
Foolish!
This backfired and ruined the relationship between Li Er and Empress Zhangsun. This time, the latter ran into the Cold Palace and refused to come out, still sulking.
This made Li Er fly into a rage and even scolded him this morning.
Now, Li Er definitely hated Zhangsun Chong and even him. He had to think of a way to curry favor with him.
"Father, I'll order people to follow those farmers. When the guards return later, we'll know where they live. Tomorrow, I'll personally go over and get this sweet potato!”
Zhangsun Huan chuckled and added. As a descendant of the Zhangsun Clan, how could he not be sinister?
If he could get this sweet potato, not only would it be so delicious, but it would also be a windfall!
Zhangsun Wuji's eyes lit up as he looked over and said,"
"Does anyone else know?"
"No one else knows. Fang Yi 'ai and Du He also secretly sent people to follow them, but I sent people to send them away.”
Zhangsun Huan was very pleased with himself.
"Hahaha…My son is intelligent. Father's careful guidance was not in vain!”
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and patted Zhangsun Huan."
"Don't go tomorrow. I'll make a trip for such a strange item myself to ensure that nothing goes wrong!”
With such great benefits, Zhangsun Wuji also chose to personally go out and buy sweet potatoes for Li Er. How comfortable would that be?
Thinking of this, Zhangsun Wuji's old face bloomed.
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