Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

For the next few days.

The people on the mountain seem to be very busy.

Li Chengqian still has no trace, even Li Yuan lost his enthusiasm for a while, watching the mud and rocks, and from time to time there is the white ash powder floating from the lime kiln, choking Li Yuan ran away quickly, but when he left, he did not return Zhang Feng's collection of poems to Zhang Feng.

The angry Zhang Feng called out.

Sun Simiao didn’t leave. Instead, he took three Tonghui Street relative to the clever, and the doll with innate talent was the final disciple. He also acquiesced to be the chief of White Deer Academy of Classical Learning. The title of the medical instructor.

But the price?

In addition to the normal salary, he must be given ten jars of wine every month!

This can't help Zhang Feng's laughing mouth cracking behind his ears.

In the past few days, Zhang Feng has been very idle, except that the teaching aids have not yet been made, and the school uniforms have no manufacturer, and there is no free time other than customized textbooks.

Zhang Feng took the opportunity to give instructions to Hao Chujun to come to support and the others.

Just when Zhang Feng thought that things should have been so plain and orderly, Li Chengqian with a tired face was slowly lifted up the mountain with a pole.

This can't help but surprise Zhang Feng.

Looking at Li Chengqian lying on the tiger-skin lounger, Zhang Feng clicking one's tongue in wonder.

"Are you looking at a few babies in one breath? It seems that the whole person has been abolished?"

Li Chengqian rolled the eyes angered and stared at Zhang Feng. "Do you think everyone is like you? I have nothing to do all day long, I'm almost exhausted the past few days!"

Zhang Feng couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are you up to?"

"Pigs, outside of Chang'an City, last time we collected a large number of pigs to deal with the locust plague, plus the pigs we got from Tibet, now at least a few hundred of them starve to death every day. I'm all busy with this messy thing. You say you are not tired. Up to now, I always feel like a pig."

Li Chengqian is about to cry.

Since I went back to the palace a few days ago, my head twitched, and I heard that Father Emperor was in trouble with the pig. I wanted to ask Zhang Feng how it was. He took it over as soon as his head got hot. It’s good now. Now, if the matter is not handled properly, I have to come to Zhang Feng.

Where does this not make Li Chengqian frustrated?

Since listening to Zhang Feng’s feat of a hundred poems overnight, Li Chengqian has been discouraged. He has been beaten to death for the rest of his life. He never touches this thing again. Once he sees this thing, he is full of thoughts. It was Zhang Feng's epiphany that night.

I can't wave it away.

I thought that under the inspiration of Zhang Feng, dozens of Court Eunuch were found from the palace. After learning Zhang Feng’s experience, they were incited by the pig, but this blade went down and went straight Accelerated the death of pigs.

From a few hundred pigs a day, it suddenly increased to a few thousand pigs!

Be aware that there are at least 300,000 pigs hoarding outside this city!

According to this method of death, if you let Tibet know about it, take the opportunity to ask for it, and take the opportunity to blackmail, it will really hurt.

No way, Li Chengqian could only report the matter to Li Shimin in a hurry. Li Shimin heard this, and fiercely scolded Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian is a person who wants to cry without tears!

I wanted to show it, but as a result, I cut the egg but hit my foot.

Zhang Feng looked at Li Chengqian with a weird expression and asked, "How many pigs did you get?"

"Not many, it's more than 300,000."

"pu ——!"

Zhang Feng, who was really drinking tea, could not help but sprayed a sip of tea on Li Chengqian’s face, and his voice suddenly changed and trembled I got up and asked: "How much?"

"More than 300,000 yuan?"

"You...I've got your head pumped! Why do you buy so many pigs?"

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Li Chengqian became even more confused, and asked, "Didn't you say that you should buy more pigs? You also said that after the locust plague is over, this thing can sell for a lot of money? This...what, Did you forget?"

Zhang Feng really forgot about this.

And, God!

I didn't let you buy so much either!

You buy so much, you want to open a pig farm!

But now it’s too late to say anything, Zhang Feng asked again: "When did I say it? You can eat this rice, but you can’t talk about it!"

Li Chengqian was impatient.

"No, the father I listened to... Father said, last time, it was also in May, that is, before the fine salt stall. By the way, you gave me the fried locust insect egg. Did you forget the night father ate?"

Zhang Feng hearing this.

I am confused.

The whole person is stupid.

He really forgot about this matter.

He only remembered that at the beginning, he had talked about such a thing, and it seemed that he had talked about it during the drought on the Longyou Road, but that didn't let you buy so much!

My mother!

Three hundred thousand...

Zhang Feng is going crazy.

"Are you sure you bought so much?"

"No, if you buy it, it will only cost one hundred thousand, and they are scattered on Longyou Road, Guannei Road and other places. But most of this is because when you are doing business with Tibet, don’t you say that you want to accept other people’s pigs, chickens, ducks and livestock? And His Imperial Majesty seems to think so too. In the end, I don’t know what Tibet is going crazy, so I just take these things. The children were given to us..."

Zhang Feng was dizzy.

Forget it.

Three hundred thousand pigs!

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