The money is not spent in vain. Bai Dong is not buying a horse bone for a daughter. This is really going to make a fortune and make a fortune in the future. What is the promise worth more than 100,000 yuan? Let the old couple of Ying Lian guess slowly, so that Mrs. Guo would have a thought, so that she would always stare at her. She is not a delicate girl. She is being pondered by an old woman all day long, which will affect her appetite.

The remaining tens of thousands of yuan was still filled with two large carts. When they were pulled to Baijiazhuang, the whole village was sensation. The news spread slowly these days. Bai Dongli tried to argue that Wei Yang won all the ministers and the clansmen did not know that Ping Anlang had returned and brought two carts full of money. The guards in front and behind the cart were all guards of the king's personal sect.

When he opened one of the money boxes, Bai Dong grabbed a handful of copper coins and scattered them, just like a wedding candy in later generations. He smiled happily as the children in the clan were fighting for it. These were all his family and all the great heroes of Baijiazhuang. If these children were not shitted by these children, how could the wall of the village be so strong in the sun? He took a five-stone crossbow from Li Di, and took the effort of pulling his hands and kicking his feet. He finally put the string on the string. Seeing that the children were far away, there would be no danger. He gently pulled the mechanism and, "公司", the crossbow arrow penetrated straight into the wall of the village.

With the help of several young and middle-aged people from the clan, Bai Chi took off the crossbow arrow from the wall, took a closer look, and ran back happily to report: "Master, the five-stone crossbow has only shot halfway into it, and this is still a newly rammed wall. After the past year, such crossbow arrows will reach at most one inch of the wall, and there can be no more."

Walking to the wall of the village, he picked the arrows and put his nose up to smell it. It was good, it didn't smell much. If there was, it was also a faint smelly fragrance. Today was smelly, and tomorrow was the safety line for the clans. Looking up, he saw that the corner towers were repaired, and some children in the clan were already guarding with shoulder poles and bamboo sticks. Bai Dong nodded with satisfaction, but his own people were still reliable. Although the subordinates of the Jingjian were capable, they were all spies. After staying in the Jingjian for a long time, they were too yin! It would be bad for a long time, which would affect the children in the clans to establish a correct outlook on life. Meng Mu had the idea of ​​moving three times, so how could she not have the wisdom to choose someone?

"Bai Chi, is there any news about the family school teacher you asked last time? In addition, you need a Mr. Wu. The children of the clan are the most reliable, but they have never learned fighting skills and must undergo certain training. We still have to rely on ourselves in everything. We hope that the country will not work. The old Qin people are simple in nature. They are all good men running on their arms. They have a bad temper and always draw their swords to fight privately. The people in Sikong Territory just ask, as long as they are not plotting to hurt people, the face-to-face battle is the strong and fierce style of my old Qin man, which is simply a joke! Safety is the plan for a hundred years... The clansmen follow me out of the mountains and live a good life. Everyone is my relatives' flesh and blood, and there must be no danger!"

There are masters like Li Di around you, but they are not suitable to be Mr. Wu from Baijiazhuang. After all, they have a job, and even if they don’t care, the ministers in the court will accuse themselves of being used by public tools and being private, and the money on the gambling table is difficult to get, so many people have lost their eyes? Moreover, Li Di is the coldest-blooded murder technique. In Bai Dong’s opinion, it is just like Ximen Chuxue. It is powerful but not the kingly way. He doesn’t want the children of the Bai family to become a morphological phenomenon of “blowing blood, not snow.”

"It's hard... it's hard to find scholars, and it's even harder to find a gentleman who is qualified to train his children in our clan. It's even harder to find a gentleman. There are brave and fierce golfers, but it's hard to find someone with a clean foundation. It may take time."

"It's no hard, spend money as long as you should. I know you are the best at managing the family. Your ex-owner Niu Jushang is a famous stingy guy. Don't learn from him! I told you that money is not saved, but earned. The more you spend, the more you earn. Do you understand?"

“The more you spend, the more you earn?”

Bai Chi shook his head secretly. The master was good at everything, polite to his lower body, and was friendly to his family. He was too frugal. Just say that the wood that built pavilions must be made of pine wood that is more than a hundred years old, saying that it can only smell after years of age. And the pebbles surrounding the lake must be picked out from a river in the distance. How much labor will it take? The transported craftsman cannot use it. The waist of the craftsman in charge is as strong as a green pine in the mountains, and his tone is harder than the stone. It is said that the doctor ordered that the pebbles must first choose the size and color, and after being selected, they must be burned with fire. No cracks can be used! How much money does this cost? He wanted to fight the foreman desperately.

After finally waiting for the master to come back and cried, I thought I would get a compliment for being frugal, but I didn't expect that the craftsman was the leader of the craftsman. The master still said such nonsense now? What is the difference between this and the eldest son of the Niu Ju businessman? The tragedy of meeting bad people was once again staged. Butler Bai felt that his life was very bumpy. Unfortunately, in this era, Shakyamuni was still begging everywhere with a jar. I was unclear about my life and death. I couldn't find a place even if I wanted to become a monk. Let alone be the eldest brother, the second brother had no chance...

"Mr. Wu's affairs can be put aside first. Mr. Wen should find it as soon as possible. Cao'er is becoming more and more unspeakable now. Sang Wazi, Dog Zuozi and others are not good at saving money. If you don't discipline, you will be useless. If you don't have any advice, you will be useless. If you don't have any pens and ink in Liyang, do you have any pens and ink? I've been in a hurry this time, but I forgot about this matter and I may even ask you to go there myself."

Paper has not been invented yet, and this is a business that can make a fortune, which may encounter resistance from the nobles and scholars. After all, bamboo slips are expensive, and they cannot be written simply ink to become books that have been passed down from generation to generation. They have to be engraved! In this way, the cost of reading is too high. How can the people and Guizhou heads be able to read it? The nobles can always grasp the upward ladder and form a cultural monopoly. Bai Dong invented tofu to make an iron pot, but did not invent papermaking and other things that are relevant to the ascendance. He has this concern and does not want to become the target of public criticism.

I still have to do it step by step, so I will complain to Cao'er and the others for a few days. Although the bamboo slips are a little expensive, the Bai family can still afford them. Meng Tian is just a master of writing. There are still brushes and inks in this era. As long as the children are not allowed to carve their words on bamboo, it will hurt your hands.

"There are all pens and inks, and I will buy them tomorrow. Is the master really going to serve Mr. Wen temporarily?"

Bai Chi is not optimistic. What kind of students can such a money-spending master teach? Alas, I am afraid that Baijiazhuang will lose its pants in a few years... Looking up at the sky, the sun seemed to be blocked by dark clouds?

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Chapter completed!