Chapter 51 Legging stones to record merit
When Fang Jun saw the expressions on the two people's faces, he immediately became upset and shouted: "What are you doing, looking down on people? Can't my second room come up with a brilliant idea?"
Uncle Cen Wen almost burst into tears, and he had a brilliant idea. Please go back and say a few words about the person first. Who doesn't know that your second roommate is a stick with a single brain?
Li Siwen, who had been eating and drinking without paying any attention to his own affairs, interjected: "Bring me down, Fang Er, your brain is no better than mine. What else is there but a paste?"
Fang Jun suddenly became angry: "Li Laoer! Are you calling me a fool?"
"That's not what I said. The whole city of Chang'an said so." Li Siwen was not afraid of Fang Jun's embarrassment. I didn't lie. Indeed, everyone outside said so...
Li Ke suppressed his laughter, but his sad expression was relieved a lot by these two living treasures. He pulled the furious Fang Jun and said, "Don't be upset, Erlang. Li Erlang is just joking..." Fang Erlang and Li Erlang, Li Ke felt that his tongue was a little knotted, and he finally straightened it out, and said soothingly: "If Erlang has any clever ideas, you might as well tell them and let Brother Yu know the details."
Fang Jun glared angrily at Li Siwen, who chuckled and continued eating.
Fang Jun said angrily: "You can hold on until you die!"
I sat down depressed, looked at Li Ke who had a perfunctory look, and thought to myself, what knowledge do you have? Brother, I have traveled through time on a moonlight box. I know five hundred years before and five hundred years after, and I have read more books than You know a lot of words, but you actually look down on me?
Then let me show you my hand!
"It's very simple, just four words - Lean stones to record merit!"
Fang Jun said calmly.
Li Ke and Uncle Cen Wen looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to say: Look, let me tell you, this bastard can think of a ridiculous idea...
Still using stones to record merit?
Li Ke coughed dryly and said, "Erlang, do you know how much money the wealthy households in the city have donated?"
Fang Jun shook his head: "I don't know, but it's definitely not much." Nonsense, if people donate enthusiastically, how can you come here to drink?
Li Ke smiled bitterly and said: "Let me tell you this, the Du family...Does the Du family know? 'Weidu in the south of the city, go to the Du family of Tianchiwu', the head family of Keminggong, and their family is the one with the most donations in the city One, do you know how much you donated?”
Without waiting for Fang Jun to answer, Li Ke stretched out two fingers: "Two hundred guan! I came to the door in person, and they donated a mere 200 guan! Is my face only worth 200 guan? You still let me do this? Give them a stone to mark their merits?”
When he talked about it later, his voice was fierce and his face was filled with shame and annoyance!
You simply treat the prince as a cadre... What the hell, I came forward in person, my words were all worn out, and the biggest bastard in the bunch donated 200 yuan?
I wish I could kill them all!
Why the hell do you want me to give them a stone to record my merits?
Fang Jun looked calm: "That's right, the stone is used to record merit!"
Li Ke was so angry that his lips trembled. He didn't understand what he was talking about?
"Ahem!" Uncle Cen Wen stroked his beard and coughed twice, and said: "I'm afraid Erlang drank too much. Those aristocratic families responded to King Wei's fundraising in Lantian, and they spent tens of thousands of strings, hundreds of thousands of stones of food, clearly It’s no wonder that His Highness King Wu is angry.”
He had to come out to smooth things over. Seeing that Li Ke, who had always been gentle and elegant, was almost driven crazy by Fang Jun. He might overturn the table the next moment, which would be embarrassing...
Li Ke felt a little calmer and understood what Uncle Cen Wen meant. He glanced at Fang Jun and thought to himself, I also have a demonic disease. What's the point of calling this stick? He has nothing but swords, guns and sticks in his mind. If you expect him to come up with ideas, I am better than him...
Fang Jun, the clinker, seemed not to understand at all. He narrowed his eyes slightly and took a sip of wine. He still said matter-of-factly: "That's why we have to give them a stone to record their merits. And it's a stone tablet 10 feet high. It's erected on the boat." On the banks of the Wei River, where boats and people are flowing, we would also like to invite famous figures from the world to record their outstanding contributions to the people of Xinfeng when this natural disaster struck, so that their deeds will be remembered for generations to come.”
Uncle Cen Wen was dumbfounded, thinking that you are indeed a stick... You have said that, and you still haven't understood? Eh...there seems to be something wrong...
Li Ke was stunned for a long time, and suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "High!"
Li Siwen was almost frightened enough to sneak under the table.
Uncle Cen Wen also realized what he was doing, and he suddenly became excited. He put his hands on his hands and laughed and said, "It's really good! Erlang's plan is no less generous than Zhuge Kongming's!"
It's so sinister. Once this trick of "breaking a stone to record merit" is used, all those arrogant wealthy families will cry.
Last forever?
Not bad enough for being infamy for thousands of years!
Li Ke was so energetic that he filled up the wine for Fang Jun himself, raised the wine bowl, touched it, and drank it all in one gulp.
Feeling relieved, Li Ke praised: "Erlang's plan is indeed wonderful. It was the foolish brother who was rude earlier and failed to understand the mystery of the wise brother's plan."
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Fang Jun’s plan was really clever. It was simply a trick that hides a knife behind a smile!
Fang Jun was still resentful at being slighted by the two men before, but now he acted modestly: "Your Highness is so complimentary..." Feeling a little proud, he picked up a plan he had seen somewhere and put it into practice. The two contemporary heroes were shocked and felt a sense of accomplishment.
As soon as the long-standing confusion was resolved, Li Ke was as heartbroken as a cat's paw. He couldn't even sit still for a moment. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands to Fang Junyi, and said, "Thank you, brother, for your advice. Brother Yu, I will go back and arrange the detailed charter one day early." Raise money and food to save the people of Xinfeng from hanging as soon as possible. When the work is completed, the foolish brother will come to the door in person to express his thanks. "
After saying that, he stood up and left the table.
Uncle Cen Wen was stunned. Unexpectedly, Li Ke was so impatient that he had to stand up and leave.
Before Fang Jun could get up to see off the guests, he saw Li Ke walking to the door, then turning back, staring at the hot pot on the table, and asked, "I wonder where you got this thing from? Can you help me buy one too?" "
Uncle Cen Wen also couldn't forget about this hot pot and said hurriedly: "I also have this intention, please ask Erlang for help."
When Fang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes and said: "This hot pot was made by the blacksmith in the house. Originally, it is my honor that you two like this thing. What's the harm in just giving two away? But right? , this thing seems simple, but in fact it takes time, effort and money. The most important thing is the idea... well, we don’t talk about patent fees, the price is one price, one pot is a hundred dollars!”
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"Poof"
Li Siwen sprayed the wine from his mouth onto the table. One hundred guan?
How dare you ask for it...
Li Ke was also stunned, and subconsciously repeated: "A hundred strings?" But then he came back to his senses, nodded and said: "Brother Xian is indeed very human. In the past, I was mistaken for my brother..."
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Uncle Cen Wen nodded his head fiercely. Yes, he is really very human. He dares to ask for a hundred strings for such a broken pot. It is so shameless...
Unexpectedly, Li Ke went on to say: "Things are rare and valuable. Although this thing is small, it is better than the novelty. The food cooked is fresh and delicious without losing the original flavor. One hundred strings is not much! I will send it to my brother tomorrow morning. As soon as the money is made, I will send it to my brother’s house!”
Uncle Cen Wen's face turned green. Do you really want to buy it?
One hundred guan is enough to pay me, a small civil servant, for ten years...
But the leader has said it’s not expensive. Do you want to go against the grain and say that the leader is wrong? Uncle Cen Wen had no choice but to pinch his nose and said angrily: "Then...I will also order one..."
The words were spoken with great pride, but the blood was dripping in his heart. It seemed that the pure and innocent husbandman from Pingkangfang in Chang'an City was afraid that he had no money to buy the golden house to hide the beauty, so as to pay for his third love that had passed away before he even started. Let’s have a moment of silence in the second spring...
Three updates a day is too tiring. I am neither a professional writer nor an idler. I have a lot of things to do all day long, but I have given up the dinner party for this third update. I also ask you to vote for recommendations and comfort me. Young master’s cramped little hand! Um, it’s the typing that makes you cramp, not that kind of thing. Don’t think so dirty! ~
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