Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The money flew towards the water department like snowflakes, Han Feng's face was pale, he put a chair in front of the storeroom, and sat there waiting for people to line up to deliver the money, holding the ledger in one hand, and taking a note with the name and the amount of money in the other, to send the money All of them are domestic servants, Han Feng said politely: "Thank you for your kindness, after the embankment is reinforced, I will set up a monument to thank you."

The servants didn't dare to speak up, and silently put down the trays of cash.

The people from the Ministry of Industry were all watching the excitement, they were all a group of people who had been suffering from the difficulty of asking for money for a long time, and they were all amazed and envious when they saw this money-giving battle.

10 taels of silver, no more, no less, piled up behind Han Feng, blinding everyone's eyes.

Someone was really greedy, and tentatively asked: "Han Feng, how did you get these lords to donate money to build embankments?"

Han Feng twisted an ingot of silver, and said deeply: "As long as you are sincere, gold and stone will be opened."

Everyone: "...?"

The matter of Yinzi was settled, and the reinforcement of the embankment started immediately. Chang Xiangsong was convinced, and went to the embankment to live with the workers without saying a word.

Since his rebirth, Han Feng has been half-ill, and now he can finally recuperate at home.

The weather was bad again, it was raining, the ball was cold, and the air-conditioning in the house was piercing into the bones. Doctor Jin prescribed medicine for Han Feng's pulse, and added a few tonics to invigorate Qi. Han Feng looked down, "Doctor Jin , these tonics are worth a lot."

"Han Langzhong, don't worry." Doctor Jin followed his pen and lowered his head to write down several expensive medicinal materials. "Master Lin has already paid for the medicine in advance."

Han Feng had short and dense eyelashes hanging down, and his heart was no longer just a feeling that could be explained by simple emotions. The warm sun shone in his heart, and as soon as it melted, it melted into pieces, like a piece of honey exposed to the sun. Sugar, oily, bright and sweet is hopeless.

After Dr. Jin finished prescribing the medicine, Han Feng thanked him with a smile and sent Dr. Jin out.

The two were walking under the tree in the courtyard, when suddenly the outer door was pushed hard, Han Fengxun looked over, and a few guards rushed into the courtyard, all dressed in smart bunts, rushing in with a fierce posture, but standing still , lined up one by one, one can see that they are well-trained Lianjiazi.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a long face, his gaze was like a torch, and he stared straight at Han Feng, "Master Han, Uncle Guo is here to invite you."

Han Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he saluted Dr. Jin, "Thank you, Dr. Jin, for coming to see you."

Doctor Jin often treats high-ranking officials and nobles, and he can be regarded as half an imperial doctor in the capital. He even knows the leader, and the money is not exchanged—the personal bodyguard next to Uncle Guo has a very ruthless temperament. Chang nodded slightly, tightened the medicine box on his shoulders, and walked past the guards silently.

Qian Buchang's falcon-like eyes were tightly wrapped around Han Feng like chains, Han Feng stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Please."

Qian Buhuan took half a step back, and the guards behind him followed suit. He stretched out his hand and said sonorously, "Master Han, please."

The appearance of Uncle Wang Guo's carriage was very ordinary, and Han Feng could smell the faint scent of incense from a distance. The interior of the carriage was not large, and there was a pot of tea and some delicate dots on the small and exquisite pear wood table in the middle.

Han Feng's face was calm and he didn't panic at all. He stole [-] silver from Chu Yunlou's benefactor, which forced Chu Yunlou to close down. It's no wonder that the boss of Chuyunlou didn't look for him.

He was looking for Uncle Wang Guo.

Han Feng raised his hand and poured himself a cup of good tea, and leisurely sipped tea and snacks in the very stable carriage. Min Zhi Min Gao, the uncle of the country can use it, but the grand master can't?

Han Feng felt complacent, humming a little song while taking a sip of tea and snacks.

Besides, Dr. Jin returned to the pharmacy, took the prescription and asked the drug boy to fetch the medicine, and then paced uneasily in the pharmacy.

The news of the river embankment donation has already spread in the capital.

Dr. Jin was very grateful to Han Feng. Several of his family members lived not far from the river embankment. Han Feng's astonishing act of raising money was a great help to their family.

Doctor Jin knows who Uncle Wang Guo is. Relying on his status as the younger brother of the Empress Dowager, he is very overbearing in the capital. During the diagnosis and treatment at the government office, I once saw Qian Buchang handcuffing an adult from the Ministry of Punishment.

What is the official of the imperial court.

With a slap, two bloody teeth flew out and landed at Dr. Jin's feet. After Dr. Jin went back, he had a toothache for several days.

If the money is not exchanged for menacing men, I'm afraid Mr. Han will be in danger.

Doctor Jin is a commoner, although he often goes to and from officials' homes, he is very clear that he is only useful, and actually has no weight in front of these people.

Doctor Jin figured it out, put down the medicine box and went to the consultation with peace of mind.

There is no way, in this world, it is difficult for anyone.

The carriage drove to the Uncle Guo's mansion without any disturbance. Qian Buhuan came to lift up the curtain for Han Feng and asked him to get off the carriage. Spread out your palms, "Is there a handkerchief?"

Qian Buhuan stared at him gloomily, then moved back and whispered something to the guard, who nodded and rushed into the Uncle Guo's mansion.

Han Feng was sitting in the carriage, Qian Buchang lifted the curtain for him, the two were deadlocked, in fact, only Qian Buchang was deadlocked, Han Feng poured himself another cup of tea slowly, showed a pure smile, and praised: : "It's really good tea."

Money can't be exchanged, and he doesn't take lightly the champion Lang who is making trouble in Chuyunlou.

Not long after, the guard came out, took a handkerchief and handed it the money, but the money was not accepted, and he raised his chin into the carriage, Han Feng slowly reached out to take it, and first sniffed it intoxicatedly, "This must be A beauty's handkerchief." Then he wiped his mouth slowly, hid the handkerchief in his heart and patted it twice, with a satisfied expression on his face, he jumped out of the carriage.

From the outside, the lintel of Guojiu’s mansion is neither high nor low, which is in line with the regulations. The stone lions at the door are just ordinary goods, and even the guards who look after the house look crooked.

The gate is even more exaggerated, and the paint is peeling off.

Qian Buhuan led Han Feng into the uncle's mansion.

The uncle's mansion is also sparse and unsightly.

The columns on both sides of the corridor are full of traces, showing an old atmosphere, and the carvings and paintings on them are covered with a layer of dirt, which may be caused by the continuous rain in the past few days and no one has cleaned them.

Qian Buhuan strode forward, leading Han Feng to a hexagonal pavilion on a lake.

The first emperor doted on the Empress Dowager, loved the house and Wuxia, and bestowed it with an excellent location, occupying a famous Luoxia Lake in the capital. At night, when the sun sets, the rays of the sun reflect the water, which is too beautiful to behold.

This year, it has been raining heavily, and the water level of Luoxia Lake has also risen a little. From a distance, the Liujiao Pavilion on the lake seems to be floating on the water——the road in the past has been completely submerged by the rising water.

Qian Buhuan stood by the lake, stretched his hand towards the Liujiao Pavilion, and said steadily, "Master Han, please."

The Liujiao Pavilion is in the center of the lake, the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard faintly, and the long sleeves fluttering faintly slip past like a rainbow. Surrounded by the singer, it is probably the Uncle Wang Guo.

Seeing that Han Feng was not moving, Qian Buhuan took a step forward, stood behind Han Feng, and said in a low voice, "Master Han—please!"

The surface of the lake is as flat as a wash, and the turquoise water reflects Han Feng's slender figure, which is bottomless. If you step on it, and you don't step on the dark road under the water, in this increasingly cool weather, it is a good way to die if you stumble into the water .

Han Feng smiled lightly, "The one who invited you here is indeed the guard next to Uncle Guo, and he really knows how to be polite."

Han Feng raised his feet but didn't take a step. He took off his boots and socks first, then rolled up his trousers, and threw the shoes and socks in Qian Buhuan's arms. Han Feng lazily said, "Follow me."

Qian Buhuan hugged Han Feng's shoes and socks, his face was gloomy, but he saw Han Feng walking down the lake without hesitation, step by step, passing the water without any deviation.

Qian Buchang's pupils shrank, and he was extremely shocked.

Han Feng has walked this road dozens of times, and with his vivid memory, even in the vast lake, he is still fearless.

Han Feng raised his feet from the cold lake water and stepped onto the stone street in front of the pavilion. The sound of silk and bamboo stopped instantly, and the graceful singers also stopped dancing and quietly retreated to the sides.

The water in the lake was piercing, Han Feng's already pale face was even bloodless at the moment, his lips were pale, and he said to Uncle Wang Guo with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Guo."

Uncle Wang Guo is a soft-faced man with a long face and willow-leaf eyebrows. He looks a bit feminine. He is over forty years old, and his complexion is still fair and soft. There is not even a beard growing under his nose. His whole face is as white as a shell. Dandan, who thought he was a very rare handsome man when he was young, now he has no smile on his face, and looks at Han Feng coldly.

Behind him, Qian Buhuan performed lightness kung fu, stepped on the water, landed lightly into the pavilion, and threw Han Feng's shoes and socks in his arms at Han Feng's feet.

Uncle Wang Guo said slowly, "Are you Han Feng?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "Yes."

Uncle Wang Guo leaned back and looked Han Feng up and down, "He looks good."

Han Fengdao: "Thank you, Uncle Guo, for your compliment."

Uncle Wang Guo smiled, and when he smiled, he showed his silver teeth like blades, and said in a soft voice: "You can sell a product like you for a few nights in Chuyun Tower, and a hundred thousand snowflake silver is not a problem. gone."

Han Fengbo remained calm, and simply sat down against the pavilion, and slowly wiped the water stains on his calves and feet with the hem of his robe, "Uncle Guo is only angry about this 10 taels?"

Uncle Wang Guo picked up the porcelain bowl at hand and threw it at it. Han Feng didn't practice martial arts, so he didn't react too slowly, so he turned his head to avoid it, and put on his shoes and socks.

Uncle Wang Guo has been extremely irritable all the year round, but his temper has stabilized a lot in the past few years, because everything is according to his wishes, so there is no place to vent the evil fire in his heart. Seeing Han Feng's behavior so provocative now, when He was so angry that he wanted to go crazy, and said without changing the money: "Throw him down for me!"

Qian came over like the wind did not change, grabbed Han Feng's belt and was about to throw him down, Han Feng only said two words - "Yuqing."

Uncle Wang Guo's expression changed drastically and he said, "Stop!" He jumped out of his seat, his face extremely horrified.

In Jiuyou Hall, servants of the Lin family came to settle the medicine fee, read the prescription, and muttered, "How much of the young master's belongings should be used for such a good medicine?"

Yaotong grinned and said, "Is Mr. Lin short of this money?"

The servant glared at him, but couldn't say that his lord is actually quite poor, so he held back and said awkwardly: "It's not short of this money, it shouldn't be used."

The two were about the same age and whispered non-stop.

Doctor Jin suddenly put down his pen, and said to the servants of the Lin family: "Little brother, come here."

Lin Qi was busy with accounts at the Ministry of Accounts. Preparations for the Empress Dowager's Qianqiu Festival had already begun, and the money in the Ministry of Accounts was torn apart and needed to be collected. Where to dig and where to save were all difficult accounts one after another.

Seeing that he was frowning, Qi Shijun couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Why doesn't anyone donate some silver taels to the Empress Dowager's Qianqiu Festival?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Lynch glanced at him with a smile, "The Thousand Autumn Festival is a happy event, which is different from building an embankment."

"Hey, I'll just say it casually." Qi Shijun lowered his head again.

"Son—"

There seemed to be a familiar voice, and Lynch looked up, but it was the attendant he sent to the pharmacy to settle the expenses, who came running anxiously.

Uncle Wang Guo hadn't heard the name Yuqing for several years, and when he heard it suddenly, it was like a thunderbolt. He stared at Han Feng firmly, and squeezed out words through his silvery teeth-"Han Feng, I I'm going to kill you alive!"