Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

As time passed day by day, Li Wenbin tucked his tail, behaved honestly, for fear of angering his eldest grandson Wugou again, so as not to give him little shoes to wear.

I don't know if it's a little ashamed or embarrassed, even Li Shimin didn't bother him.

Li Wenbin studied during the day, practiced calligraphy, and molested the little maid after school, and lived a good life every day.

Then on the third day, trouble struck again.

This time it was the devil incarnation, Cheng Yaojin.

This time he came by himself, and the whole Qin Palace could hear him loudly.

"Nephew, when will you be able to make the burning knife you mentioned last time? All of us are waiting."

"Burning knife? What burning knife?"

"Hey, why didn't you admit it? It was just two days ago. You said that you drank a kind of strong wine called Shaodaozi, and that compared with it, San Lejiang is the fermented glutinous rice that children drink."

Cheng Yaojin blew his beard and stared, no matter how Li Wenbin explained, he just refused to believe that he made a slip of the tongue after drinking: "I can tell you, it is not so easy to fool Cheng Yaojin."

"Indeed, I can't do anything to you, but don't forget, you are the prince's son, and you will definitely go to the army to practice in the future."

"Don't make mistakes..."

Patting Li Wenbin on the shoulder, Cheng Yaojin's threat was beyond words.

Li Wenbin gritted his teeth and stared, but there was nothing he could do about this bandit.

There's no way, everyone looks like a demon king in front of his father, let alone him.

Gritting his teeth: "Uncle Cheng, my nephew admits it. But the burning knife is not said to be available. You must give my nephew a few days, right?"

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words. Now it's the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. I'll give you ten days to get the burning knife out. Isn't it a problem?"

"Well, no problem. Uncle Cheng, just listen to the news."

"Haha, that's right. I'll ask someone to send you [-] guan in the future as the cost of making wine. If it's not enough, then ask me for it."

It's hard for a clever woman to do anything, without start-up funds, she can't do anything. Cheng Yaojin's move can be regarded as a solution to Li Wenbin's urgent need, and he agreed unceremoniously.

Seeing Li Wenbin's straightforward acceptance, Cheng Yaojin appreciated it very much.

Cheng Yaojin did what he said, and sent someone to deliver a thousand guan coins that afternoon, filling two large carts full.

It's just that there was an accident on the way, and a "Cheng Yaojin" came out and robbed nine hundred of them.

When he learned that this "Cheng Yaojin" was the eldest grandson Wugou, Li Wenbin expressed his gratitude to his mother for helping him save money - of course, no one else could know what was going on in his heart.

But no matter what, one hundred guan is considered a huge sum of money in this era, and Li Wenbin, who has been poor for a long time and then rich, is no doubt exposed in front of the pretty maid.

"Come on, I'll take you shopping today, and you can buy whatever you want."

Ruyue's happy almond eyes turned into crescent moons, and she hurriedly changed into the best clothes—this was what she was going to wear during the Chinese New Year, but when she went out with Mr. Shame on Xiao Langjun.

"Princess, Mr. Wenbin, please see me."

"Call him in."

"Yes."

Li Wenbin came in to salute, and told his grandson Wugou that he wanted to go out for a stroll and buy something along the way.

It's not a big deal, Changsun Wugou agreed after a moment of hesitation, but when Li Wenbin was about to leave, he stopped him.

"Wait for a moment." The eldest grandson Wugou called Qiuxiang, "Call the Gao Chief brothers."

After a while, two burly men came and knelt on the ground to salute the princess in a low voice.

"From now on, the two of them will be your part. Don't wrong them, understand?"

"Yes, thank you mother."

Knowing that Li Wenbin will be their master in the future, the two men kowtowed to him: "Gao Chief, master, I have met Xiao Langjun."

Oh, the name is not bad.

"Please, please, please. I have wronged the two of you, but don't worry, as long as I, Li Wenbin, eat in one bite, you will never be hungry."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang."

In the Tang Dynasty, Buqu was a private army, and they had a two-way choice with their master, and their status in the master's family was very high.

As long as they identify a master, they will never change it for life.

Changsun Wugou's move also means that he formally treats Li Wenbin as a family.

Li Wenbin naturally understood this truth: "Thank you, mother."

"Hehe, don't thank me, it depends on whether you have the ability to hold their hearts."

"Please wait and see, mother."

"By the way, you are also a person with a trilogy now. Although you didn't build a mansion by yourself, it is indeed not very convenient to live in that small courtyard. How about this, the courtyard on the west side of the palace belongs to you. under the name."

"Yes, thank you mother."

Li Wenbin understood that this was Changsun Wugou's reciprocation, as a way of thanking him for what he had done these days.

But everyone is a smart person, so it goes without saying.

Naturally, there is no need to bother Li Wenbin about moving, just order his servants to do it, and the most important thing for him now is to brew strong wine before the end of the year, so that he can get rid of Cheng Yaojin, the incarnate demon king.

"Xiao Langjun, we have come to the wrong place."

The high chief said in a low voice.

"Gah? Isn't this a market?"

Looking at the continuous flow of people ahead, Li Wenbin was very curious.

"This is the market, but this is the West Market. As you, Mr. Xiaolang, you should go to the East Market."

After listening to Gao Chief's words, Li Wenbin finally understood that the West Market was mainly aimed at the common people, while the East Market was the place where noble children like him should go.

"Oh, it's okay, the things I want to buy should only be available in the West Market."

Li Wenbin said indifferently: "After visiting the West Market, we can go to the East Market."

Having said that, reality quickly taught him to be a man.

Born in the new society, Li Wenbin, who grew up under the red flag, has never had much concept of the word class, but wherever he goes, the pedestrians there will automatically disperse, let alone touch him. No one dared to approach Li Wenbin even within three feet of him.

Feudalism kills people, but Li Wenbin is not so boring, trying to change all this with one person.

If the fundamental social relations and production relations do not change, it will be futile to say anything.

"Xiao Langjun, go slowly, we will deliver what you want to the palace tomorrow."

The reputation of Prince Qin's Mansion is very useful. When those merchants heard that they would send their goods there, they didn't even need a deposit, so they agreed immediately.

Soon Li Wenbin bought everything he needed.

Next, it was time to go shopping in the East Market. Looking at Kisaragi's longing eyes, Li Wenbin couldn't help but laugh.

This woman loves shopping, and the reason why she loves shopping has never changed.