When God opens a door for man, he will also open a window for him! But Mao Jue thinks, why is his door on the first floor and the window on the sixth floor?

The servants in the Mao family certainly cannot believe that these days, only mothers are mothers. Shen’s family is in charge of financial power, and people’s hearts must be on her. Fortunately, his mother’s Wen family is a member of Liaoyang. The lean camel is bigger than a horse, and it’s still a little bit of human hand.

But it's all crooked.

Take this Baihu Wen Meng for example. His mother's younger brother is also his uncle and Mao Wenlong's brother-in-law, but he is a bad gambling man. He almost pressed his sword onto the gambling table and was pulled out by himself. He didn't want to leave. He kept watching the other bad gambling man lose three times in a row and lost his daughter to the gambling house. Then he left with satisfaction.

Then Wen Shao looked upright and had a national face. His cousin, but what was wrong with him, actually went to pimp. After all, the Wen family had never had an official position, but he was also a decent person. He lost all his face. He refused to go to the plain clothes in four streets, so he turned him out of the pile of powder.

There are also a few relatives from far away, cousins, who are not doing well, such as butchers, poor soldiers who are losing their bottoms, those who weave cloth and sell shoes, and those who blew the trumpets for funerals, and there is actually a thief! He didn't find him, and the twenty taels of silver in his purse was almost out of his pocket.

"Fourth brother, tell me you are a loser. Who is not good to steal? I dare to steal our young master! Damn, if the young master hadn't stopped you, I'd beat you to death today!"

I don’t know if this uncle really cares about him or if he lost the bet and had nowhere to vent his money, so he grabbed the thief's cousin He Siyong and scolded him. The cousin Wen Yuange, who was blowing the trumpet next to him, was pulling the rack. His cousin looked like Shi Qian, looked sad and had a sad face, and he was stolen with his mouse beard.

"Didn't I see the face? Just seeing a young girl, I'm so confused after not opening for several months!"

"Okay, shut up!"

He was dizzy after being quarreled, and his head was a little bigger. He couldn't help but knock on the table. Mao Jue roared and took action when it was time to take action. He rushed to Jiuzhou! What determines authority these days is not the seniority, but the identity. Mao Jue got angry, and all his uncles and cousins ​​were silent.

"My mother's Wen family is also a big family, and a decent family. Look at you, what kind of virtues are there? What kind of morality do you have? What kind of face do you have to meet your ancestors in the future?"

"It's not that Liaoyang was occupied by Jiannu, and the ancestral tombs were gone. If you die, you will be lonely ghosts. What kind of ancestors are you still seeing!"

Speaking of this, the eight people immediately looked like the swelling chicken. Wen Meng slapped the table in a suffocating manner, and said a word of sadness. Mao Jue was speechless. He was also leaving his hometown. Everyone was all the way, and he knew that he could not go home.

After a moment of silence, Mao Jue continued to teach his lesson in a tone of regret.

"This is not a reason! You are all descendants of the Wen family. No matter what the situation is, you have to think about Guangda's family. Like you, you are just a careless man, and you will become lonely ghosts a hundred years later. If the Wen family has no sacrifices, who do you deserve?"

"I think about it! But in this way, how can you shine on your family lintel!"

The Jin Dynasty has developed to its current scale. Yuan Chonghuan has been confident that he can pacify Liao for five years, but these Liao people really have no confidence. Kaiyuan Tieling, Shenyang Liaoyang, and Sarhu's 400,000 imperial troops were all wiped out. The main force of the imperial court was beaten in the Jinzhou area of ​​Songshan and did not dare to show up. Why should he fight back?

"Our ancestors of the Wen family were not native to Liaodong, but also from the Guanyin and Yunnan. Why can't you do that when the ancestors of the Wen family were able to create such a family business?"

Seeing Mao Jue say this, a group of poor relatives couldn't help but raise their heads again. The thief He Siyong raised his head in surprise and asked.

"Young Master, you asked us to come today, are you telling me again?"

"Ahem~"

Speaking of this, Mao Jue couldn't help but stutter, cleared his throat, and said with some confidence.

"I am also very busy. I'm looking for you to find a way to get some money together!"

As soon as these words were said, several people's eyes lit up, especially Wen Shao, who was pimping, slapped his thighs excitedly: "Come on!"

"I know that the family is Zhang Bapi's family living in the west of the city. Damn it, he started his business by putting money in seals. He was so rich that he was so stingy. He didn't even give a reward when he came. There were quite a few rules to point fingers!"

"That's right! I've stepped on the plate in this house!" The thief's cousin also became excited. The two rat beards were rising, and the sound was lowered with thief-eyed eyes.

"The money that Zhang Basi's skin is all under his second concubine Xiao Chunmei's bed. Grandma, other families make kids to play at night, so they are good to light up the lamp and count the money! I'm jealous of seeing it for a long time. If the soldier hadn't been patrolling too tightly, he was pried for him. This time, I'll give him a message! Lao He, I'll play with him!"

"Young master, our old man also has a few brothers under our command. We escaped from Liaoyang and fought all the way to the current life and death brothers. It is absolutely reliable to use human hands! If it really doesn't work, let's give him a complete set of things and burn the house! Then the young master and the coach will explain it!" When he patted his chest, Uncle Wen was a heroic spirit.

But Mao Jue was stunned when the group of people said that, he accidentally created a criminal gang.

"Shut up!"

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There is not much more than anything on Pi Island, but more sand! Especially the white sand, which is covered with white sand. From hundreds of households to thieves, they are all called as coolies, holding shovels and picks and dustpans, and are sweating all over the sand.

"I said, can you find money in this sand?"

He was so tired that his waist was almost broken. He Siyong wiped his sweat sadly, and even slapped Wen Meng with his arm, muttering depressedly.

"Where do I know where to go?"

After gambling for a whole morning, I didn't even drink saliva at Mao Jue at noon. Wen Meng was also dizzy, but his uncle was quite confident in his nephew. While sifting, he said uncertainly: "My sister is smart since childhood and has been well-educated. She is a rich car for learning! Maybe he can watch the celestial phenomena at night and calculate that there is golden sand in this piece of sand? Just hurry up!"

"How can there be no fucking golden sand here!"

The crystal clear white fine sand was shaved, but I didn't see the shadow of gold. Instead, Wen Shao pushed a truck of hot sand and fell in front of them.

"Oh~Tao!"

On the other end, leaning against a dirt house by the sea, rolling black smoke had already emerged from the yard.

The geographical location of Pi Island is quite good. Outside the mouth of the Yalu River, it is next to Dandong, the northern port of the later generations. Nearby is the iron mountain of Korea. Whether it is coal resources or iron resources, it is very rich here. The only thing that is lacking is rice and grain. In order to fight against the Later Jin Dynasty, Mao Wenlong asked North Korea for rice and grain. The four southern roads of North Korea have to pay the amount every year to be a considerable amount of rice, which also caused great conflicts between Mao Wenlong and North Korea.

However, this matter has nothing to do with Mao Jue for the time being. The bricks and yellow mud were built into a stove of more than two meters, making his face dark. Regardless of the choking, Mao Jue was still staring at the burning fire in the furnace.

Very depressed. The brothers and relatives of the Wen family have all kinds of people, but there is no blacksmith. It took more than half an hour to make a fire in the afternoon. After finally igniting it, it had been burning for an afternoon. The coals made a crackling sound in the stove, and the furnace was burning red, and the heat waves made people's faces hurt.

The cousin who blows the trumpet is so domineering. Wenyuan Pavilion is one of the offices of the Grand Secretary of the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, he is a domineering person, but he is a honest man, a typical simple old farmer. He used He Siyong's blacksmith's skin to blow the air and was so bad that he was roasted by the fire. The cousin also shouted like a trumpet.

"Young Master, this iron can melt, isn't it better yet?"

Actually, Mao Jue didn't know if it was good or not. Busuyi took the shoe seller to buy it and hasn't come back yet. What can he do?

"It's not enough. You look at the fire of the furnace. The body is red, the flames are not in harmony, the green fire appears, the fire head is split in all directions, and it's still far away from the furnace at this time. When can the fire be burned into a lotus shape? Be patient in doing things, and then burn it!"

Pointing at the stove, Mao Gou was talking nonsense, but Wen Yuange was stunned, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then took the stove hook into the stove made of yellow mud and bricks, and the fire blew up again with the wind.

"Young Master, here you are here!"

At this time, Suyi finally arrived late. She was obviously carrying a load on the shoes, but she was tired. Her face was covered in oil and sweat. She was far away and screamed with excitement.

"Young Master, alkaline noodles, feldspar powder, and lime powder. You don't know that there are none of these in the city. Gawazi and I went to the temples in the front island and asked the old master to grind the noodles into powder with the grinding mill. Look, can it be done!"

It can be seen that Suyi has taken a lot of effort. Her small face turned red and her big eyes were full of curiosity. However, she reached out to grab a handful of feldspar powder. Mao Jue shook her head dissatisfiedly. It is not a big deal. The flour is also a virtue these days, and it is lumps. With the mill, it can't be driven out the fine powder and fine white flour of later generations.

This is the one who sells shoes, Ga Wazi, just put down the load. Before he could take a breath, Mao Jue threw it over with a sieve.

"screen!"

This tossing has almost an hour passed. Eight stupid men and a silly girl surrounded me, watching Mao Jue sifted the crystal clear sand, lime powder, feldspar powder, and alkaline noodles stirring evenly and pouring it into a black stone pot.

"Hey, young master, it hasn't been burned into a lotus shape yet!"

Seeing Mao Jue's fire tongs were holding the stone pot and directly sent it to the stove, Wen Yuange hurriedly called aside. Before he could finish his words, Su Yi had already slapped him on the back of the head.

"What is the ghost called? The young master knows it, and then add the wind!"

The bracelets blew into the furnace again, and flames swelled up to wrap the stone pot. Gradually, the powder actually melted, and a crystal clear and viscous liquid filled the bottom of the pot with an orange color.

"Liuli!"

Wen Baihu was the first to exclaim, while Su Yi was excited and straight strokes.
Chapter completed!