After becoming the king of the subjugated country

When the talent is so great that it surpasses everyone, it seems that everything has become a matter of course.

The crowd had already gathered around Bai Qi and walked to the table. One quickly polished the ink, and the other laid out the rice paper, urging Bai Qi to write quickly.

Ji Chen didn't move, just watched them bustle.

But at this time, before Bai Qi wrote, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Ji Chen.

The sun in June is not too dazzling, but there are no clouds floating in the sky, the air is unavoidably hot and dry, and cicadas are constantly singing.

It is like the rustling of the spring breeze chasing through the bamboo forest, and it is like a blue bird flying through the valley torrential rain.

Ji Chen didn't think about the protagonist or cannon fodder, he just felt that everything in front of him turned into a black and white movie, only Bai Qi was a colorful light and shadow.

"Good! It really is a good poem." The middle-aged man clapped his hands and sighed, which also woke up Ji Chen.

Ji Chen also admired the situation, "When everyone finishes tasting, take Mr. Shang's poem and frame it with me, and I will hang it in the study for appreciation."

There were too many people, and he couldn't make it to the front.

However, there is no need to rush.

The eunuch next to him responded with a smile, and the literati also praised Duan Wang's love for his students, which is indeed a model of the royal family.

Ji Chen left the banquet early, and he was not the one who held the banquet anyway. More people tended to ask the people from the Imperial Academy for advice, or to recite poems against other literati and scholars, and discuss the romance.

It was a bit late when Bai Qi came back, it was close to midnight.

In fact, Ji Chen wanted to ask a lot, but before he could ask, he was blocked by Bai Qi's words.

"Actually, many people have written poems today, but mine is the best." There is a rare sense of complacency in Bai Qi's words.

"Yes, yours is the best," Ji Chen supported him with one hand, and handed him a handkerchief, "Wipe your face and wake up, are you drunk?"

"You can't stop drinking at all, it's inevitable that you don't fit in with the group," Bai Qi explained with a frown, and then looked at Ji Chen with dissatisfaction, "You are perfunctory, and you haven't even read my poems, how do you know they are the best?"

Sure enough, I was drunk.

On weekdays, Bai Qi always looks very sensible and silently caring, unwilling to confide in her heart too much.

Ji Chen actually didn't quite understand why Bai Qi was busy exchanging feelings with others, why he still noticed that he didn't read his poems.

"I don't understand poetry." Ji Chen really didn't understand these things, not pretending, he said, "It's enough for me to know your heart."

No matter what happens in the future, at least at this moment, they are friends and confidants.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Bai Qi finally fell asleep.

Many people forget what they have done after drinking, and so does Bai Qi.

So the next day, when Bai Qi came to Ji Chen's study, he saw the framed poem, and walked two steps unconsciously.

"I feel that something is not good enough," Bai Qi said the exact opposite of last night.

Ji Chen smiled and pointed, "Among all the poets and lyrics yesterday, yours is naturally the best."

Bai Qi's face was slightly hot.

In fact, Ji Chen felt a little guilty when he said this.

Because he can't read.

To be precise, being able to understand their words and maintain communication is entirely dependent on the memory of the original owner, but the original owner has been living in the cold palace and cannot read.

"Is Bai Qi your real name?" Ji Chenyou quickly changed the subject.

The main reason is, in case the protagonists are all wearing vests and walking outside, wait until they get familiar with him before putting on a bursting vest...

Thinking of this, Ji Chen's vision went dark.

"Of course it's true." Bai Qi raised his head quickly, "Shang Nan is just my identity, if you don't like it—"

"No, I like it." Ji Chen cut off Bai Qi's words.

In the novel, the contents of the first twenty chapters are mentioned one by one by the eight protagonists, and there are not many descriptions about Shang Nan.

It is said that he used to be a child of an aristocratic family, but was later demoted to the frontier. After the chaos in the world, he became the king himself, so the frontier was stable.

When the last emperor died, Shang Nan was already seriously ill.

The last emperor committed his own death, and the common people were smiling when he died; Shangnan was in the frontier, he was seriously injured because of the war, and the people spontaneously organized to seek good doctors to come to the government for diagnosis and treatment. Naturally, the two are not the same.

Even among the protagonists, Shang Nan is not inferior to the others.

"I'm not trying to hide it from you, it's just that I've been trapped in the Jiaofang Division before, and I didn't dare to reveal it casually," Bai Qi said here, a little hesitant, "When I come out now, I'm afraid that people will find out my name , This is how to fabricate the identity of a southern Hokkien talent. But for me, I want to restore the name that belongs to Bai Qi."

"Okay, I see," Ji Chen thought after a night.

Isn't there just one more protagonist?

Anyway, there are three of them, and you can also sing Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

The guard in the palace did not require him to go, so Ji Chen simply took advantage of today to drag Bai Qi, who had changed to Shang Nan's identity, and Ji Shao, to one of his own Huangzhuang.

"Then do I have to change my name to Mr. Shang?" Ji Shao covered her mouth, her eyes were a little red, she already knew what happened yesterday.

"Princess, you are polite." Except for Ji Chen, Bai Qi was still relatively indifferent the rest of the time, "Princess is mainly tired, it is better to go back now, than to delay the schedule."

"Brother, it's more suitable for us two brothers and sisters to come out to play. After all, Mr. Shang is an outsider, so it's not good to walk with us all of a sudden?" Ji Shao's words are also well-founded.

Although they occasionally cooperated in front of outsiders, in reality, when the three of them got together, the peace between Bai Qi and Ji Shao could not be maintained even for a moment.

Ji Chen: "..."

Ji Chen put the pigeon into his arms without any hassle, "The carriage isn't spacious, so I'll leave it to you guys. Let's communicate more with each other."

As the head of the family, Ji Chen felt that it was necessary to give them enough opportunities to communicate.

When Ji Chen went out, Bai Qi's face turned slightly cold.

Ji Shao confidently closed his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "I'd rather give it up to the pigeons."

Huangzhuang is located near Anpu Mountain in the suburbs, covering an area of ​​about [-] mu.

A lot of crops, fruits and vegetables were planted in the village, and some poultry ran freely on the road. The houses made of mud were extremely small and dilapidated.

There are also many families in Zhuangzi. They are all tenants and have to hand over [-]% of the grain.

"This room is too narrow," Ji Chen was a little dissatisfied.

The steward gave him a surprised look, and said euphemistically: "The life in our Huangzhuang is considered good, even in the outer city, there are some people who don't even have a house."

Ji Chen was silent for a moment, even the capital of a country is so dilapidated, no wonder Yue is about to perish.

A chicken was about to run over, but the steward rushed over to catch it, and flattered them, "I didn't know the masters were coming, and I didn't have time to clean it up, so it looks a bit messy."

The rooster, with its big red crown on its head, made a crowing sound as it struggled in the hands of the steward.

Ji Shao felt speechless, "Have you always been like this?"

Ji Shao lived alone in the cold palace, and when life was extremely difficult, he did not allow the road to be so dirty.

The steward smiled and said, "These untouchables work in the fields all day long, so they don't pay attention to these things at all. If the masters come here for leisure and play, the yards they live in are all on the mountain, which is naturally much better than here."

The steward didn't dare to say, it was Master Qin Shengqin who came here for a while, and couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked him to organize a little cleaning.

In many cases, the masters only need to send up the food without shortage, and never pay attention to the lives of these inferior people.

Bai Qi also nodded, "It's true in many villages, and it's better than here."

It was like this when he was wandering abroad at the age of eleven or twelve, and it seems that he hasn't changed much.

The group continued walking, bypassing the surrounding farmland.

Qin Sheng was riding a horse and saw Ji Chen and the others from a distance, "Why is King Duan here?"

Ji Chen said, "Come and have a look, and understand some basic things."

Qin Sheng opened his mouth, got off his horse, and silently followed behind Ji Chen, a little touched, "Prince Duan is the only one who said he wanted to come to know more about it. Even His Majesty and the crown prince came to the Zhuangzi more for fun and pleasure."

Ji Chen said unceremoniously: "After all, you have finished the most troublesome sorting out, and you have also eliminated the people who should be eliminated. Naturally, I can come here, so I should go out to relax."

Qin Sheng: "..."

The emotion just now disappeared in an instant.

After roughly walking around, Ji Chen has almost finished reading.

Ji Chen asked them, "Turning around, what's the problem?"

Just as he was talking, Ji Chen looked at the steward, "Does the tenant have any dissatisfaction?"

The steward was sweating profusely, "No, the tenants are always grateful for the mercy of the masters."

"The environment should be kept clean. The unclean ones are more likely to make people sick. At that time, there was a place in the palace where a dozen palace people died because of these," Ji Shao said bluntly, "Since they don't want to clean the road, then Simply take out some of the food as a reward, and find someone to clean it on time."

Receiving Ji Chen's admiring gaze, Ji Shao couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and look at Bai Qi.

Bai Qi pondered, "It's difficult to improve farming, but increasing income and reducing expenditure. Food, vegetables and fruits are not very valuable. If you can open a store in the inner city, whether it's food or snacks, the price will be better."

Qin Sheng moved over quietly, listening to these people's discussions, and by the way, he asked the servants on one side to walk away, leaving only one steward to serve him.

"First of all, we need to burn bricks and build the house first." Ji Chen simply broke off a branch and drew a rough outline on the ground, "I just took a look at it, and the warehouse was not built carefully enough, and the food inside started to mold gone."

Ji Shao was a little puzzled, "How to burn bricks? Is it difficult? How many craftsmen are needed?"

Staying in the cold palace all year round, she really hasn't come into contact with these things.

As the only person who has traveled abroad, Bai Qi answered this question calmly, "It's still a bit difficult, after all, the people who can use bricks are mainly wealthy families, or city walls."

Qin Sheng said unceremoniously, "These mud bricks require a special brick kiln, and it takes half a year to make one brick. If you sell these tenants together, you can't buy a few bricks. Wang Duan's idea is really unreasonable." actual."

The steward was wiping away his sweat, it was really stressful to serve these masters.

Of course Ji Chen knows this problem and has a solution, "I remember when I was a child, I took yellow mud and smashed it, then chopped the rice grass into pieces, mixed it with water, poured it into a box, and then put it in the sun to dry it. , it can be used.”

Qin Sheng looked at Ji Chen suspiciously, "Prince Duan knows a lot."

The steward looked surprised, "So simple?"

"Go and try." Ji Chen said a few words, and since he had nothing to do today, he simply dismissed the housekeeper.

"I'll go too." Qin Sheng said first, "Go, take me to dig the mud."

After Qin Sheng left, Ji Chen continued, "After building a house and a warehouse, we also need to build roads, sweep the surrounding routes one by one, and fill in all the potholes."

Ji Shao nodded quickly.

"We still need to renovate the canals, and renovate the tools in the village," Ji Chen's thinking is obviously clear, "All of this requires silver taels, and the investment is not much, but we have to make sure that this Zhuangzi's investment is worthwhile. So what do you think is the best use for this Zhuangzi?"

Ji Chen only asked questions.

Ji Shao said casually: "Tibetans are very suitable. There are so many things built in Zhuangzi, maybe thousands of people can be hidden in the construction team..."

Halfway through Ji Shao's speech, he felt that his thoughts were a little ridiculous. Why are they hiding so many people?Is it possible that there is still an army hidden in the script, which will come in handy at critical times?

But Ji Chen didn't smile.

Neither did Bai Qi.

Ji Shao frowned, wanting to say something.

Qin Sheng's laughter came first, "Prince Duan, the brick is finished!"

He held a stone brick with some water stains in his hand, patted it hard, and motioned for everyone to look, "It's unscathed, and the effect is good. Although the hardness is not as good as those stone bricks from the kiln, it's not bad. The house is almost fine."

Qin Sheng's eyes sparkled, and he felt that his official career was promising, "Prince Duan, do you want to revise Zhuangzi again? No problem! I will definitely take care of it for you."

Bai Qi said, "No, we'll do it!"

Ji Shao gave a smirk, "Don't bother Mr. Qin."

The two are very much the same externally.

The smile on Qin Sheng's face gradually disappeared, "You two teamed up to squeeze me out??"

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