I engaged in modernization in ancient times

Liangjing in the twilight has a more ancient look.

Upstairs, Mo Shaoheng's long hair was draped docilely behind his back, and his hands were caressing the guqin smoothly.

The sound of the piano is like spring thunder, and people are like pearls and jades.

The sound of the piano is full of unique vitality. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of insects and stinging insects in the sound of the piano.

The Nanli Assassin Wind Nest can control the bees, in fact, Mo Shaoheng also knows a little bit.

Alchemists and Chinese medicine masters have a very unique art of Qihuang, which is an ancient method of acupuncture and moxibustion using the tail needles of bees as instruments.

In fact, in the field of modern medicine, there are also researches and literature records on this ancient method. Beekeepers are less likely to get cancer and some diseases than ordinary people.

Of course, in modern medicine, bees are caught with unique techniques and placed on the patient's acupuncture points for acupuncture, while Mo Shaoheng's pharmacists use unique methods to control bee stings.

Nan Yi lay on the table and listened carefully to Mo Shaoheng playing the piano. He used to like to listen to their young master playing the piano on Qinshan Mountain. Except for Liu Shengshi, the young master's piano should be the best in the world.

There is also the Great Desert Eagle King raised by the young master who loves to listen to the young master play the piano the most. In Nan Yi's mind, eagles should be that smart, and he has no doubts about anything else.

At this time, Nan Yi suddenly let out a "huh", because a few small bees flew in, spun a few times in the air, hovered over the wooden barrel covered with sugar syrup for a while, and then flew away.

Nan Yi scratched his head, what are you doing, Master?It was agreed to come to find trouble, but it turned out to be playing the piano here.

Not long after, the guards in the room had their hands on the handle of the knife.

Nan Yi also jumped up, and rushed to close the window.

Because there are a lot of bees coming all the way visible to the naked eye.

An assassin from Nanli?Feng Chao should know that although his assassination technique is weird, it is useless to the young master. The young master's spring and autumn fingering technique is simply the nemesis of his assassination technique.

Or, was it called by the bees that flew away just now?

Look at the bees along the way, I am afraid that they are dragging their families, the whole family has come.

Mo Shaoheng said, "Don't panic, just watch."

This stopped everyone's urge to close the windows, but watching the swarms of bees approaching one after another, more and more, it still made one's scalp tingle somewhat, just like stabbing a hornet's nest.

But soon, they discovered the clue.

The bee swarm did not attack people, but hovered over the wooden barrel, and then fell into it.

Nan Yi: "..."

ha?

Is this dragging the family to snatch food?

The so-called alchemy is actually a kind of natural science. Ordinary beekeepers can also develop new bee colonies in this way on the mountain. The term for beekeepers is called bee recruitment.I heard that beekeepers can't get too close to each other, because they often use this method to "steal" each other's bees.

And alchemy is nothing more than a different statement and an explanation, changing the soup but not the medicine.

Mo Shaoheng's piano music didn't stop, and the bees were still flying in one after another outside, which was like calling for friends. Moreover, if you want to develop a bee colony, you must call the queen bee.

A bee colony without a queen is useless no matter how many it catches, and it will not settle down.

Mo Shaoheng stopped playing the piano only after all the bees scattered into the barrel.

Then quickly cover the barrel with two pieces of black cloth.

The bee colony that came to the new environment is still immersed in the delicious food, and it will be a mess later. Covering it with a black cloth can calm them down and give them enough time to adapt to the new environment.

During the whole process, Nan saw that his eyeballs almost bulged out. He finally understood what the young master meant by confiscating the other party's tools for committing crimes.

Mo Shaoheng asked people to carefully load the barrel into the carriage, and then said, "It's time to trouble them."

It is estimated that the other party also noticed the strangeness, but unfortunately they did not dare to come out and recognize it when they found out, so they used bees to stab them, and now they come out to say that these bees belong to them?

It's a dumb thing for them to eat.

The team gathered in front of the Nanli embassy.

The veteran had already stepped forward and called for the door.

Naturally, the tone was not very polite, or it would be more appropriate to change the call to the call.

Originally, Nan Yi was most interested in this kind of thing, but unfortunately he was afraid that the other party would recognize him, so he had to hide in the carriage. However, his roar was more arrogant than that of the veteran.

"Nanli bastard, get the hell out of here, or your embassy will be demolished."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

If Nan Yi were to be paired with a dog, it would fully explain what it means to bully and dominate the market.

Mo Shaoheng also had an ideal when he was a child, he wanted to be a happy dude, he was originally a top nobleman in Beiliang, and this wish was not difficult to realize.

It's a pity, so be careful, I didn't expect to fall into the hands of a jealous child, and it's a little embarrassing to say it.

What a dude who eats, drinks and has fun all day long, thinking about the intrigues and tricks he has to face every day in Nanli, he can't help but sigh a little.

Nan Yi's voice was so high-pitched that the whole street was full of his duck's voice.

The onlookers were still wondering, what happened?

The people from the Nanli mission came out with unfriendly expressions, especially one of the middle-aged people, whose expression was extremely gloomy.

They are Nanli's mission, representing Nanli's face, and now they are being shouted at the door.

Looking at Mo Shaoheng who was standing at the front of the team with his piano in his arms, "What do you mean, sir?"

He was not called a junior teacher like Nan Yi, because Nanli deprived Mo Shaoheng of his official position long ago. Of course, Nan Yi did not recognize it. If he didn't speak up, Mo Shaoheng would always be his Nanli's junior teacher.

Nan Yi covered his face in the carriage, and asked what he meant?They don't have a clue in their minds.

Mo Shaoheng also laughed, "Assassinated the prince of Beiliang in the street, what do you ask me?"

Mo Shaoheng didn't talk nonsense, and said directly, "Hand over the Assassin's Wind Nest."

The people from Nanli were obviously stunned for a moment, because Feng Chao knew too few people.

After thinking about it, maybe Mo Shaoheng had seen Feng Nest somewhere when he was a young teacher in Nanli.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at the people from the Nanli mission, and his eyes fell on the strange middle-aged man with a bad face.

The onlookers were also a little confused, assassination?

Although they don't like Mo Shaoheng, this is their Beiliang.

How arrogant are the people in Nanli? They have experienced it these days, but they are so arrogant that they assassinate them openly in Liangjing?

This is outrageous.

A member of the Nanli Mission said, "Your Majesty, don't talk about it. How can you say something that damages the diplomatic relationship between the two countries without evidence? I will report it to you, the Saint of Beiliang..."

"You said that the wind nest of my mission assassinated you, do you have evidence?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

I'm really going to die.

Fortunately, he wasn't being reasonable.

Although he really didn't want to do anything to the Nanli Mission, which would have too much influence, but if he just grabbed a wind nest, it might not cause too much trouble.

Mo Shaoheng put his hands on the strings, "There is no evidence? I just came here to find evidence. Is it because you were assassinated by the Nanli Mission, and you will know when you bring it back for interrogation."

After finishing speaking, he narrowed his eyes, "Take it."

It's not that he is arrogant and domineering, but it must be so. Otherwise, if the Nanli Mission doesn't pay the price, they will recklessly assassinate next time. This time, the assassin is the wind nest that is not dangerous to him. Next time, I don't know who it is .

As soon as the voice fell, the Eagle Guards pulled out their knives in unison.

Mo Shaoheng swiped his hand on the strings, and a sword qi directly slashed at the gloomy middle-aged man.

The members of the Nanli Mission took a breath, but Mo Shaoheng actually did it directly, without any consideration for the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

When Master Mo was in Nanli back then, in their eyes, he was a scholar with an open mind, harmless to humans and animals, but they didn't expect that he had been pretending for so many years, and the contrast was so great.

Sometimes such unscrupulousness is the most troublesome, because the other party is really not afraid of anything and dares to do anything.

For example, now, no one would come to the door to trouble the missions of other countries.

The onlookers were also taken aback, and they all said that the biggest dude in Liangjing was Zhao Jingcheng, the young son of Zhenxi Prince's Mansion, who swaggered through the market all day, lawless, and even a saint had a headache.

But now it seems that Mo Shaoheng doesn't give way too much.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, and it cuts over.

At this time, in the Nanli Mission, an old man who had been closing his eyes opened his eyes. This old man had been standing behind everyone, and he had no sense of existence.

But when he opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword's edge.

When the sword came out, it directly pushed away Mo Shaoheng's sword energy, and stabbed back.

Mo Shaoheng's heart was shocked, a famous swordsman, the top swordsman in the world.

Mo Shaoheng was about to open the distance, at this moment, the old man who was pounced on him suddenly flew upside down, his whole body was like a broken kite, spraying a mouthful of blood in the air.

Something is too oppressive to speak, but it's fleeting.

The members of the Nanli mission all tensed up, but no one dared to speak.

Mo Shaoheng also turned his head abruptly. At some point, an ox cart appeared on the street.

In front of the ox cart stood two Taoist priests, one old and one young.

The old Taoist held an extremely long whisk, and the white whiskers dragged on the ground.

The young Taoist respectfully raised a sword in his hand.

The moment Mo Shaoheng saw the old Taoist priest, his whole body became resentful.

Do you know why the members of the Nanli Mission remained silent after being beaten?

Because this old Taoist is Taoist Xuanwei, the master of Xuandu Temple, one of the five great masters in the world, Beiliang Xiandao.

The sword held by the young Taoist priest should be the world-famous Wuliang Xuandu Sword.

The reason why Mo Shaoheng's face was full of resentment was that this old god gave him a "precious" fate.

The reason why he went to Nanli was not because after Yan Wang Zhao Di came down from the crown prince, his "unspeakable" fate was nondescript and unreasonable, plus some other reasons, he had to go to Nanli to avoid it. It was a disaster, but it turned out to be a good thing to go.

The old Taoist said lightly, "This is Beiliang, and Nanli people can't tolerate it here. An old Taoist like me can't stand it if a famous swordsman can attack a little boy."

Silent.

Mo Shaoheng hurriedly sent someone to catch that wind nest.

The members of the Nanli mission hesitated for a moment, but they did not dare to resist, but they still said to Mo Shaoheng, "This matter must be judged by the saints of Beiliang."

Mo Shaoheng didn't have time to control him now, he was actually here to show his attitude, how to deal with Fengchao was secondary, he would send Fengchao to Liangjingwei later, he didn't even care much about the result.

Mo Shaoheng didn't answer, but walked towards the old Taoist priest.

If the eyes could speak, Mo Shaoheng's eyes would probably be able to utter a thousand words.

Taoist Xuanwei looked at Mo Shaoheng's eyes, and for some reason he understood it.

Speaking of why Mo Shaoheng went to Nanli in the first place, it had something to do with him.

It is inevitable that he also sighed a little, when Mo Shaoheng was born, he was the one who witnessed it with his own eyes.

He couldn't help but said, "Congratulations on the safe return of the little layman."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

What is there to congratulate?

I was about to speak, but stopped, why?

Because his eyes could not help but glance at the bullock cart behind the old Taoist priest.

A stone for an ox cart.

Mo Shaoheng's eyes lit up, the stone was very rough with some white veins.

Mo Shaoheng couldn't move his eyes, "Di Shuang?"

Taoist Xuanwei couldn't help being taken aback, "The little layman also recognizes this alchemy material from my Taoist alchemy?"

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, it's more than acquaintance.

Ground frost, as the name suggests, is easy to see frost around the stone, especially when it rains, the frost crystals are densely covered, which is very magical.

Also because of this weird characteristic, it is often used as a elixir material by Taoism.

Perhaps the name Dishuang is not familiar to everyone, and it has more familiar names in later generations.

Glauber's salt, fire salt, saltpeter.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, good stuff.

After returning to Beiliang, the weather was so hot that he almost stuck out his tongue like a pug.

Mo Shaoheng said directly, "Can you give me this car of the old fairy?"

Everyone: "..."

Beiliang Xiandao, just like Nanli's Qin Sheng, has a very detached identity.

The old Taoist gave Mo Shaoheng an interesting look, for him?Instead of selling him, or giving him some?

The old Taoist smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said, "Okay."

Even the young Taoist priests who followed were stunned. Dishuang is used very little in Taoist elixir, so the amount of mining is also very small.

The ground frost of this bullock cart is the amount they use for a year in Xuandu Temple. It is still for the sake of their masters that someone helps to mine it by the way.

Why does this person ask for it?The key is that the viewer actually agreed directly.

Mo Shaoheng had just returned to Beiliang, and there should be no other intersection with their temple master except for a relationship in childhood, and their temple master didn't need to care about Mo Shaoheng's identity.

I don't understand.

Mo Shaoheng hurriedly said, "Thank you."

Just as he was about to get someone to move the stone, the old Taoist took a look at the sky, "It's getting late today, and the old Taoist has to go out of the city. In the future, the prince will send someone to send the ox cart to Xuandu Temple."

Mo Shaoheng nodded his head, saving himself a moment of fuss.

This time, Mo Shaoheng harvested two barrels of bees and an ox cart of saltpeter, so he was in a good mood.

Taoist Xuanwei and the young Taoist went out of the city. The young Taoist was really puzzled, and finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Monastery Master, Mo Shaoheng is so rude, why did the Temple Master agree to his request?"

In his eyes, Mo Shaoheng was no different from Ming Qiang.

Taoist Xuanwei looked at the young Taoist, "Mubai, although you have a heart of Taoism, you have never experienced the world of mortals. The most tormenting thing in the world of mortals is evil debt."

"Today, it seems that the young prince wants a carload of alchemy from me, but how can he know that after today, he will never mention the fact that I ordered him to leave his hometown."

"Speaking of which, I still took advantage of him."

"He is a mortal who understands in his heart. On this point, you should learn more from him."

Young Taoist priest: "Didn't the Master ask me to learn the way of life from my brother?"

The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched, learning the way of life from King Yan?

It was because he was blind before, and he didn't want another coffin face by his side.

But what did Mo Shaoheng want him to do with a cart of Dishuang?Could Mo Shaoheng still be able to make alchemy?

If Mo Shaoheng knew what the old Taoist was asking, he would know how to say it, and he really would.

In addition to planting medicine, his pharmacist lineage started from alchemy.

When he was in medical school, everyone said that he liked to study ancient Fontaine recipes and made great contributions to the inheritance of ancient medicine. In fact, it was wrong, because that was what he learned since he was a child, and he didn't need to study at all.

In Liangjing City.

Nan Yi was looking over and over with the saltpeter, "Isn't it just a cart full of broken stones? Why does the young master insist on this stone? Why don't you ask for the Wuliang Xuandu Sword and let me touch it."

Mo Shaoheng looked at the fine sweat on Nan Yi's forehead, they were all like this when they were still sitting in the carriage, let alone the others.

He replied, "You will know later."

At this time, in Liangjing City, the news about Mo Shaoheng basically spread.

First, Mo Shaoheng agreed to a seven-day agreement, saying that within seven days, Beiliang would no longer have to worry about the food problem for refugees.

As soon as the news came out, the entire cool capital was shocked.

Everyone understood that Mo Shaoheng wanted to use this to get rid of his charges, but it wasn't too unrealistic.

Many people said that Mo Shaoheng only had seven days to live.

He tried his best to face the saint, but at most he could live seven days longer.

Second, when Mo Shaoheng was sent to Nanli as an envoy, he was thrown there by members of the mission. It wasn't that he didn't want to go back to Beiliang, but because he had a family and couldn't go back.

To be honest, this news is shocking enough.

When they heard the news, there were many boos.

Thirdly, Mo Shaoheng was assassinated on the way, and it was heard that people from Nanli did it, and Mo Shaoheng even went to find trouble with the other party, causing a lot of trouble.

Fourth, Mo Shaoheng forced a cartload of alchemy from Xuandu Guanzhu.

It is said that it is really strong, although this statement cannot stand, because if Xuandu Temple is mainly unwilling, no more than ten Mo Shaoheng will not be able to snatch it away, but the people at the scene swear by it.

"Mo Shaoheng doesn't worry about the seven-day agreement, why is he still doing nothing to make troubles everywhere?"

"This is another big dude."

"Fortunately, he only has seven days to live." Thinking that they already had a lawless little fat man, if Liangjing had another one, his heart trembled.

The news also reached the palace.

saint:"……"

Is it really well-thought-out?But isn't this too insignificant?

Of course, it might be the first day and he hasn't acted yet, let's see how that little head turns things around.

When Mo Shaoheng and his party returned to Zhenbei Palace, it was already dark.

However, the front gate of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion was brightly lit, and the gate was illuminated by torches.

Mo Shaoheng hurriedly got out of the car, because the old lady with silver hair was standing at the gate of the mansion.

There are many inconveniences in the palace today, and it is impossible to reminisce about the old days. Only then can he truly return home.

Mo Shaoheng saluted respectfully, "Grandmother."

"Okay, my son from the Mo family has grown up, and he looks so good." The grandmother said tremblingly, "I don't know how much hardship I have endured alone."

Thinking of this, the tears couldn't help streaming down, and they kept sending people to Nanli, but even the people sent by the sage couldn't get in touch with Mo Shaoheng, so their people would be impossible.

Every time news about Mo Shaoheng came through the mouths of everyone in Nanli, and every time they heard the news, they were the ones who worried the most.

Mo Shaoheng looked at the middle-aged lady who was supporting his grandmother again. At this time, the middle-aged woman's eyes were full of tears, and she was swollen from crying.

Mo Shaoheng bowed respectfully again, "Mother."

It was Shiyue who gave birth to him, his mother in this life, so it is true to call him a mother.

The princess of Zhenbei, the order of the second rank of Beiliang, Mrs. Yong'an.

Mrs. Yong'an wiped her tears. She couldn't remember how many times she had cried secretly in these years, but this time it was tears of joy.

After ten years, his son finally came back, and she didn't even get to see his son grow up slowly.

Mrs. Yong'an's voice was a little choked up, "Hurry up and see your aunts, aunts, and sisters. They have all grown up, and you may not be able to recognize them."

Behind them are a group of women.

There are only this group of women left in the huge Zhenbei Palace, and they are the ones who have supported the Zhenbei Palace for 20 years.

Mo Shaoheng was about to go forward, when his grandmother said, "Let's go first into the house, how can there be a big family standing at the door, making people see the truth of the joke."

"Besides, Heng'er has been busy all day today, so I'm afraid I didn't even have time to have a bite of tea and rice."

Mrs. Yong'an also hurriedly said, "That's right, hurry up and enter the house, nothing has changed in the mansion, Heng'er should still be familiar with it."

Mo Shaoheng was indeed hungry all day.

After entering the mansion, all kinds of dishes were brought out, they should be prepared all the time, waiting for him to come back, that's why it was so fast.

Mo Shaoheng met the remaining aunts and aunts one by one.

These aunts and uncles are quite familiar.

It's also harmonious.

The rest of the girls, except Mo Haitang, he couldn't tell the rest, they were really girls.

Mo Haitang also glared at Mo Shaoheng. She still kept the painting that Linjiang Immortal gave her back then, and she was still thinking that Linjiang Immortal had nothing to do with her, so why did she suddenly rescue her? Now, it seems that It turned out to be my own family.

Mo Shaoheng also smiled.

The other women were quite cheerful, and they were still asking Mo Shaoheng if he remembered them.

While Mo Shaoheng replied, he was sighing in his heart. These women were actually older than him, but they still greeted him in the mansion today, or they rushed back to the mansion. This is not very possible, because the news of his return was only spread out, or...

None of them are married yet.

This age was already a very old woman in ancient times, although in Mo Shaoheng's view, it is the most normal to marry at this age, even a little earlier.

But in the eyes of others, that might not be the case. He didn't need to think about how much criticism these women in the Northern Prince's Mansion had suffered.

As for why he couldn't get married, he knew more or less in his heart.

However, since he is back, he naturally wants to stop everyone's gossip. These women are all the daughters of his Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, and they need to marry well and have a good time.

Grandma began to urge, "Don't bother talking, let Heng'er eat something quickly."

It hurts too much.

Before Mo Shaoheng ate, he introduced Nan Yi first.

"This is a student I accepted in Nanli."

A young man from Nanli would make people feel that he was born, but if it was Mo Shaoheng's student, it would be different.

The teacher-student relationship in ancient times is completely different from the modern teacher-student relationship. It is more like a father and son, and it is a bond of the whole body.

Mo Shaoheng continued, "This child has no father or mother since he was a child, and he lacks the care of his relatives. He is used to being free and easy, and his temperament is a little different." Mo Shaoheng was vaccinated first. He could control himself before, knowing He hides some unusual places, but Nan Yi's situation is different, he really doesn't know what is abnormal about him, so how can he deliberately hide abnormalities.

This sentence can poke the hearts of a room full of women. People here have either lost their husbands or lost their sons. Nan Yi's life experience instantly made people feel distressed.

The grandmother hurriedly beckoned and called a servant, "Hurry up and add some venison to this child, and see how thin he is."

Venison is very rare among the nobles, and it is rarely eaten at ordinary times, so it takes a lot of effort to buy it.

Nan Yi's face wrinkled into a ball with a smile, "We went all the way back to Beiliang, we all ate biscuits, and our mouths became tasteless."

Poor, very well-behaved, and also standard-looking, she is really likable.

Mo Shaoheng glared at him. If he had the ability to pretend to be cute, he had to have the ability to continue the pretense for more than three days. Mo Shaoheng wrote his name upside down.

Mo Shaoheng also answered a question from everyone from time to time, and the whole meal was warm.

Maybe this is the feeling of home, even Mo Shaoheng sighed in his heart, when he was in Nanli, because Nanyi sold silk, he didn't lack anything materially, but he always felt that something was missing.

Perhaps it is this special family relationship, human beings are indeed a strange species.

Plain, but at ease.

Grandma was worried that Mo Shaoheng and Mo Shaoheng would be busy with the world, so after the meal, she hurriedly arranged for the two of them to rest.

Mrs. Yong'an brought people to check if there was anything unprepared, and then left with peace of mind.

Only then did the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion quiet down, but the lanterns located in the corridors of the courtyards were not extinguished. This is a custom in Beiliang during festive seasons.

Mo Shaoheng's yard is still the one he lived in ten years ago.

Except that some places are a little bit old, the first floor has not changed, it seems that it is specially designed to maintain the original state.

Mo Shaoheng didn't feel strange at all.

After taking a shower, outside the window, Nan Yi was doing a set of boxing exercises, quite hard, Nan Yi's room was arranged next to him, there was no way, he really didn't dare to let Nan Yi out of sight, if this young man became a monster, heh, except He should be unstoppable.

After watching for a while, he looked away.

Just about to take a rest, a box in the room caught Mo Shaoheng's attention. If he remembered correctly, there was no such box in his room before.

The box is not small, almost half the height of a person.

When I opened it, I couldn't help being stunned. They were all children's toys, some of which looked familiar.

Aren't these the toys that Zhao Di gave him before?

How could his adult soul know how to play with these things? He threw one, and that boy Zhao Di gave him another one. He actually gathered a big box full of them.

Thinking of something, Mo Shaoheng couldn't help but smile, "I've been treated like a child."

After looking around, there are all kinds of toys for boys. I don’t know if Zhao Di’s face will be blacker than the bottom of the pot knowing that he has given so many childish things before.

Thinking of Zhao Di's coffin face, the corners of Mo Shaoheng's mouth turned up even more, tsk tsk, who would have thought that such an ice cube would have such a past, people are not judged by appearances.

At this time, a glazed bead under the box caught Mo Shaoheng's attention.

Pick it up and take a look.

"This is……"

Isn't this the glazed bead that Zhao Qiuyan gave him back then, because of this bead, that elementary school student Zhao Qiuyan is still holding grudges.

It is said that people's hearts are unpredictable, but so, who would have thought that a glazed bead would hold a grudge for more than ten years.

There are also two small wooden carvings with strange carvings. He said that Brother Duanmu once gave him something, but he still refused to admit it.

This box should have been put away by Mrs. Yong'an, he was used to throwing things around, so he didn't notice it.

Shaking his head, he fell asleep.

On the second day, Mo Shaoheng yawned and stood up while Nan Yi yelled the gymnastics call for middle school students.

"Young master, just now the old lady sent someone over to ask if I should have breakfast at her place or in the courtyard."

The meals in the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion are uniform. If you want to start a small stove, you have to go to the kitchen to order. On weekdays, the kitchen delivers meals to the courtyards. There are fixed days every month, and you have to eat with your grandmother.

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while, it's better to eat in the courtyard, he happened to be busy.

First, he discovered from the very beginning that his grandmother was quite inconvenient to move, and she could only lie on the bed at ordinary times, which was not a good thing after a long time.

When his grandmother held his hand yesterday, he felt his pulse. It was arthritis caused by senile rheumatism.

He had to think about a prescription to make his grandmother walk freely again.

But before recovering from the disease, he had to make a wheelchair for his grandmother, otherwise lying in bed every day would only make the condition worse.

Of course, he can't make wheelchairs, but the skills of ancient artisans are already very powerful, and they should not be underestimated. They just lack some new ideas, so he might find a artisan to try.

Second, although I slept fairly well last night, it was too hot.

The saltpetre cart he pulled back happened to be useful, and he happened to be looking for a craftsman, so he asked him to get some ice-making equipment.

The third is the bees in those two wooden barrels.

It's not a problem to just cover it with a black cloth. You have to find out the queen bee. You just need to make a small bamboo cage and fix the queen bee in the wooden barrel so that it can't fly out. Then you can slowly domesticate this group of bees , let them make this their new home.

There are many uses for keeping bees. They can be used for acupuncture and moxibustion, and they can also be used to extract honey.

Mo Shaoheng returned to his room and began to draw a sketch.

As for the task of finding the queen bee in the wooden barrel, I left it to Nan Yi.

Nan turned his head three times a step at a time, "Master, are you cheating on me? There is a king in the bee?"

"Besides, bees are all alike."

Mo Shaoheng didn't even raise his head, "You have sharp eyes, just grab the biggest one."

Nan Yi: "..."

By the time Nan Yi ran to the barrel, he had already wrapped himself into an airtight mummy.

Not long after, Nan Yi, who was full of sadness, let out a laughing sound.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Nan Yi's character is the kind that even if he is thrown into a small dark room alone, others will go crazy after three or five days, but Nan Yi probably can have a good time by himself.

Otherwise, ordinary people who have experienced such a huge change in life, how can they be as smooth as Nan Yi is now.

This kind of personality is also rare, why do people need so many worries in life.

After dinner, when Mo Shaoheng was about to go out with the artwork, Nan Yi really found two queen bees.

"Young master, my eyesight is blurry now, and I feel like there are bees crawling in front of me. You don't know how scary it was when I used my hands to turn around in a swarm of bees just now."

Mo Shaoheng was amused by this tease.

After fixing the queen bee in the wooden barrel, Mo Shaoheng added some more water. Nan Yi disturbed these bees just now, and he had to get used to it for a while before trying to release them.

Before going out, Mo Shaoheng went to his grandmother's place. He had to take his pulse carefully before he could prescribe medicine.

The old lady was very surprised, "Heng'er, you know how to heal?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded, it's his job.

Inside the house, Mo Haitang was also there, "Shaoheng, are you going to find the craftsman?"

Mo Shaoheng nodded.

Mo Haitang said, "There are craftsmen in our Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. They are former eagle masters who retired, and they are better than ordinary craftsmen."

"I usually work in our shop. Unfortunately...it's a pity that our shop doesn't have much business. If you want to find a craftsman, you don't need to look elsewhere."

Mo Shaoheng was taken aback for a moment, but it saved him a lot of trouble.

Saying goodbye to grandma, just let Mo Haitang lead the way.

Mo Haitang's personality is quite cheerful, "The peach blossom hairpin pattern you gave me last time was intended to be made by your own craftsman, but the sisters in the mansion found out and insisted on it. There was a lot of trouble. Grandma was so angry that she simply All rejected."

One per person may indeed cost a lot, but it should not be a big deal to a real noble.

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while and asked, "The business of the shop in our house is not good?"

Mo Haitang was silent for a while, "It's okay to tell you, anyway, grandma will hand over these shops to you in the future."

"It's not that business is bad, it's that we can't make ends meet."

"The mansion is now supported by some land properties, and some land properties have been sold over the years to plug this hole."

"The people in our shop are all former falconers who retired. They were either injured or unable to make ends meet. Grandmother is kind-hearted and doesn't want to be dismissed casually."

Mo Shaoheng nodded. The Eagle Master has a special meaning to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, and it is true that he can't be fired directly if he doesn't want it like ordinary employment.

While talking and walking, the carriage passed through several streets and came to a slightly marginal street.

Mo Shaoheng knew that the business would be bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

There was not even a single person in the street.

This is very weird in Liangjing, even in the most remote streets.

Not only that, but the same is true for the nearby streets. Really, apart from the guys in the open shops, there are only a few shops with closed doors left.

Mo Shaoheng frowned. On the way they came just now, there were quite a lot of people on the street above.

But when it comes to this, it's like a clear line between Wei and Wei.

Is it the craftsmanship of the craftsman?Certainly not, just now Mo Haitang said that the craftsmanship of their shop's craftsmen is better than other people's. These craftsmen may be able to find a way out elsewhere, but because of the friendship of Eagle Master, they are unwilling to leave.

Therefore, Zhenbei Wangfu is in a dilemma.

Mo Haitang said, "This street is full of shops in our Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

It should have been a big business.

Mo Shaoheng understood it as soon as he heard it.

It wouldn't be the case if the shops were spread out, but their shops are concentrated on one street, and it is really thorough enough to resist being directly boycotted by one street.

Mo Shaoheng pointed to the two empty streets next to him, "We were implicated? Who owns the shops on these two streets?"

Mo Haitang replied, "King Yan."

puff.

Mo Shaoheng was almost choked by his own saliva.

How miserable.

That kid Zhao Di didn't make any trouble for him, he was really good-natured, he thought he wouldn't call him coffin face in private in the future.

However, the doors of the shops on the other two streets were closed, and everyone should have been fired.

Mo Shaoheng said, "It doesn't matter, if the business is bad now, it doesn't mean the business will be bad in the future."

Mo Haitang looked over suspiciously.

Before Mo Shaoheng could answer, Nan Yi stuck out his head, "Our young master is the best at doing business, otherwise how could Nanli's silk..."

Mo Shaoheng covered his mouth before he finished speaking.

He has not been completely cleared of the crime of being a traitor to the enemy, so this statement cannot be heard by others.

Couldn't it be that Nan Yi rolled all his strength in front of him before, and he really rolled from the foot of Qinshan Mountain to the top of Qinshan Mountain. Mo Shaoheng simply didn't want to recall that scene, otherwise Mo Shaoheng wouldn't have said that Nan Yi was invincible as a monster .

Anyway, he is also a noble person, and he rolled from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain... with snot and tears, people who don't know will definitely think that he is a beggar without parents and mothers.

Mo Shaoheng really couldn't hold it back, he made a little trick, really it was just a little trick, it was Nan Yi's own talent that made silk famous all over the world, the price continued to increase, and the supply was in short supply.

Mo Shaoheng walked into one of the shops.

The shopkeeper, who was dozing off, came up to meet him, still wondering that the sun came out from the west, and there was business.

The shopkeeper is a bit old, and one copy is missing